That was all it took.
Ming Ji's grip on his hip tightened, pulling him up slightly as he adjusted his position, his other hand still pinning Jin's wrists to the bed.
They were so close now, heat and friction all but inevitable—
Jin could feel Ming Ji against him, almost where he needed him most.
He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
"M-Ming Ji…"
He felt Ming Ji shudder at the sound of his name, his grip on Jin's hip tightening just a fraction more.
"Look at me," he growled, voice like gravel.
Slowly, Jin's eyes opened, meeting Ming Ji's gaze—
The look he found there almost took his breath away.
Pure need.
Possession.
And something else, something sharp and dark that made his breath catch.
"Please," Jin whispered again. "Please… I—"
The words seemed to snap the last thread of restraint Ming Ji was holding onto.
With a low growl, he claimed Jin's mouth in a hard, desperate kiss—rough and hungry.
And at the same time…
His hand moved, gripping one of his thighs, spreading him slightly,
His body moving, pressing into him *exactly* where he needed him most.
"You're mine," he breathed against his lips, nipping at his lower lip.
"Mine."
The word was like a promise—
Deep, possessive, final.
And it sent a shiver through every inch of Jin's body.
He was trembling now, his breath coming in quick gasps, his hips bucking up instinctively, trying to get *closer.*
"Ming Ji," he pleaded, voice shaking,* "Please… I can't—I can't *wait* anymore—"
He was begging, desperate, and it only seemed to make Ming Ji's need more desperate.
"You can," he murmured against his lips, "and you will."
Ming Ji's breath caught sharply as Jin's fingers finally brushed against him.
It was just a touch—light, uncertain—but it made fire race through his veins.
A low growl tore from his throat as he slammed Jin's wrist back against the bed, pinning him down with one hand.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" he hissed,* voice dark and rough.* "You don't touch me... until I say you can."
Jin gasped, his eyes closing as he felt Ming Ji against his lips—
His mouth was hot, and he was already trembling,
Needing every touch.
He was so close to losing the last shreds of his control.
"Ming Ji," he pleaded again, "I need—"
But he didn't get a chance to finish the sentence.
Ming Ji's hand was in his hair, yanking his head back,
Forcing him to look up at him—
"What do you need?" he growled.* "Use your words."
Ming Ji let out a low, rough sound—half growl, half groan—as Jin's tongue touched him.
The warmth of his mouth sent a shock through every nerve in his body.
But he didn't let go.
His fingers tightened in Jin's hair, controlling the pace as he finally breathed,
"You want to taste me?"
He gave a slow, deliberate push forward—just enough to make Jin take more—
"*Then prove it.*"
Jin's body trembled at the command, his mind clouded with need and desire.
His eyes darkened, looking up at Ming Ji through his lashes,
A silent question: *Is this what you want?*
Ming Ji let out a shuddering breath, his grip loosening slightly.
"Go on," he whispered,* "Show me."
Jin's lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive tip for a moment.
He could feel Ming Ji's reaction, the way his breathing hitched, the way his grip on his hair tightened again.
He loved knowing how much he was affecting him, and it only made him want to tease him more.
Slowly, he flattened his tongue, taking him in deeper,
Feeling the heat, the weight,
And then he began to move.
Jin's was slow and steady, alternating between gentle suction and more intense strokes.
He was taking his time on purpose, wanting to prolong the experience, wanting to drive Ming Ji slowly insane.
His hands roamed over his thighs, his hips, his stomach, wanting to touch every part of him as his mouth continued its ministrations.
He felt almost drunk on the power of being able to make the man he loved fall apart like this.
Ming Ji was gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles were turning white.
He was trying to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control,
But Jin was making it increasingly difficult.
The pressure was building low in his stomach, the tension growing with every stroke of Jin's tongue.
He was on the edge, and he didn't know how much longer he could last.
His voice was hoarse when he finally managed to speak,
"*Enough*."
Jin hesitated for a moment, wanting to keep going, wanting to see just how far he could push him,
But one look at Ming Ji's face was all it took to make him stop.
His expression was so intense, his eyes darkened with need—
And there was something else there that made Jin's chest ache.
He let go slowly, letting his tongue run one last time over the sensitive tip,
Before pulling back completely, looking up at him with equal desperation.
"Ming Ji," he whispered breathlessly.* "Please… I—"
Ming Ji was trembling on the edge, his eyes locked on Jin's.
He was hanging by a thread, and the sound of his voice, pleading and desperate and needy—
It was almost too much.
With a low, rough growl, he pushed Jin back against the bed, pinning his wrists to the mattress and pressing him down into the sheets.*
"Enough," he repeated, his voice harsh and ragged. "Enough teasing. I need you… *now*."
Jin gasped as he was pushed down, his back arching up against the sheets.
He could feel Ming Ji pressed against him, hard and hot, and it was all he could do to keep from bucking his hips up against him, desperate for *more. More. More.*
But he forced himself to stay still, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Then take me," he whispered, his voice rough and ragged.* "Please… I can't wait anymore."