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Sung Jin-Woo fucks like he fights.
Thomas realizes this immediately, the moment he is pinned against a wall, the hunter's mouth on his neck, strong hands around his waist to prevent him from moving and freeing himself. The wall is icy at his back, strong enough to hold him down, not strong enough to resist if Thomas really wanted to escape. That's not what he wants of course, so he just lifts his head up, resting the back of his skull on the wall, exposing more of his neck.
He gets an approving whisper in response which makes him smile a little. Sung Jin-Woo's lips aren't hot, but they leave an icy chill behind them as soon as they move away a bit, and their touch is like a burn. It's not really kisses that he places on his skin, but it's violent enough to leave marks. No one, none of his lovers, has ever been able to mark him, to affix any possession to him – but he won't be able to hide what is happening.
Sung Jin-Woo leaves hickeys behind, tracing a path from his collarbone to his ear before biting into each of his creations, affixing the imprint of his teeth to his skin multiple times. He bites hard enough to leave marks and no one had ever bitten him – Thomas hadn't even let them try. The last time he got bitten was when Kamish sank his fangs into him and he didn't feel like letting anyone try. Sung Jin-Woo tries, and Sung Jin-Woo succeeds and Thomas lets him, because he doesn't even feel like trying to stop him.
"Are you that hungry for trying to eat me like that?" He asks.
Sung Jin-Woo's fingernails dig into his skin, cutting through clothes with unnerving ease, until blood is flowing, and Thomas' smile grows bigger because he's a tank, he's the most powerful of all the tanks of this world and nothing is supposed to be able to pierce his skin, but Sung Jin-Woo's teeth and nails are enough to shatter the most powerful armor humanity has ever known. It's as ridiculous as it is exciting, because there's nothing that attracts Thomas more than power and strength.
“I could eat you whole.” Sung Jin-Woo whispers in his ear, standing on his tiptoes. “And I could make you love it until the last second.”
He has a sweet, delicious, almost enchanting voice – it's a siren's voice, in the sense that Thomas could jump into the water without knowing how to swim to hear it again. Sung Jin-Woo's voice is coated in magic, sparks of power in his every word, flashes of greatness in every vibration of his voice. Thomas is attracted to power, he always knew it, but by becoming the strongest man in the world, he had long believed that nothing would be enough to make him shiver.
His loss to Sung Jin-Woo is therefore as much a shame as it is a pleasure, because finally, finally, something attracts him to the point of making him tremble.
He is ashamed of having lost because he was the king of this world, because he was the pinnacle of humanity and he has a hard time imagining having fallen from his throne. He had built his throne with his sweat and his blood, with his fingernails and his teeth – he comes from a poor area and he has always fought to have what he has. To know that he fell from the throne he had so hard built for himself is a disgrace.
It's also a shame because he failed to do what he had to: he's the leader of the Scavenger Guild and it's his job to protect his men. And he failed at this simple task: Hwang Dong-Soo died, even though he came to save him. He died, and Thomas couldn't do anything, not a single action - he didn't even realize that Sung Jin-Woo slit his throat until he heard someone say so. And it's a shame because the rest of his guild is alive, not because Thomas managed to protect them, but because their adversary showed some leniency towards them.
And it's a pleasure, because Sung Jin-Woo is so powerful that any shame that Thomas may have disappears under the pleasure he feels from being by his side. How to be ashamed of having lost, when the man at his side has the power of a god, electricity in his veins, and danger in his eyes? How to be ashamed when it's not a human being kissing his neck but something that Thomas can't even begin to understand? How to be ashamed when the presence of Sung Jin-Woo at his side makes his blood boil?
“You could." He answers. “Fuck, you could.”
Sung Jin-Woo backs away from him a bit, a small, amused smile on his face. He takes one of his hands in his and pulls him with him to another part of the apartment. And it's not a request, not an order either; Thomas can leave whenever he wants, without even having to fight. He could remove his hand from Sung Jin-Woo's, leave the apartment with numerous hickeys and bites, and not turn around. He could, but why would he? Sung Jin-Woo asks him to follow him, and why would Thomas refuse?
He is guided to the master suite of the apartment given to Sung Jin-Woo by his Association. It is a large room, similar to those found in luxury hotels, with a large bay window offering an exceptional view of the city's nightlife. Thomas doesn't know if they're as tough as the hotel walls, but he hopes they are, because the idea of fucking Sung Jin-Woo in full view of everyone, against the bay window, is one of the fantasies he has just discovered.
Sung Jin-Woo puts the hand he doesn't have in his on Thomas' face, level with his jaw. He stands on his tiptoes again and their faces come close enough that Thomas thinks they are going to kiss but Sung Jin-Woo smiles again, and gently blows a light breeze across his face. For a moment, it's as if Thomas is drugged, as if the mere breath on his face contains powerful substances, aggressive enough to make him delirious, because he feels himself shaking.
“Get on the bed.” Sung Jin-Woo orders him.
And it's an order now. Thomas has decided to follow him and it is too late to turn back. Thomas was not born to serve – even when he was young, he was the one who gave the orders, who made his law reign, who dictated the rules; and the bones of those who tried to get hold of him were used to create his throne. Thomas wasn't born to serve, he doesn't kneel, he doesn't bow but Sung Jin-Woo orders, and Thomas obeys.
He sits on the bed, one arm behind him to hold himself back. The mattress is of the highest quality, far better than those in any room he has ever tested which were yet at the epitome of luxury and Thomas knows that the Korean Association has gone out of their way to try to show their monetary power to Sung Jin-Woo, not that it was necessary, but maybe they wanted to offer him a quieter place, especially after all the fiasco that happened when journalists found where he lived, or more recently when Thomas himself showed up at his guild building. Well, he is not going to complain about being able to fuck Sung Jin-Woo in a good-quality bed.
Sung Jin-Woo steps forward to face him, and he puts a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin with his thumb. Does he have any idea how much Thomas wants him? Does he know how much he wants to slam him against the bed, the wall, the bay window, rip his clothes off, open his legs and get inside him? Is he aware that Thomas has never wanted someone as much as he wants him now, that no one has ever attracted him as much as Sung Jin-Woo does?
"How do you want to do this?" Thomas asks, and his voice is so deep he has a little trouble recognizing it.
Sung Jin-Woo smiles and the hand on Thomas' cheek runs through his hair, his fingers tangling through the strands. And no one is allowed to touch his hair – it has always been his pride, a kind of trademark, because only the most powerful hunters can afford to have long hair; it is too great a weakness, too great a weak point that those who are not at the top cannot afford. And Thomas takes care of his hair, doesn't let anyone touch it, but Sung Jin-Woo's hand is in his scalp and he doesn't even think to tell him to stop, he doesn't feel like telling him to stop. He doesn’t want him to stop.
“I could fuck you.” Sung Jin-Woo told him, and Thomas would let him. “But I want to know the exact size of your cock inside me.”
Thomas also wants to know the exact size of his cock inside Sung Jin-Woo. He tries to hold back the smile that appears on his face with little success – there are many who have shown interest in sharing Sung Jin-Woo's bed, but Thomas knows he's the only one who ever succeed. There is a rather strong pride that grows in him at the idea of having proved himself worthy enough to have the right to take him into his own bed, to let him know the pleasures that sex can bring when it is between people who complement each other.
Because they complement each other and Thomas was stupid not to realize that the moment they met. Sung Jin-Woo's might is written in every inch of his body, and the power within him is too great to be fully contained, as if spilling out from every pore of his skin, waves of mana rolling away from him constantly. Thomas doesn't know how he could have thought for a single second that he had a chance against him, but maybe his ego and anger had blinded him.
“I live to serve." He answers.
Sung Jin-Woo's smile widens as one of his eyebrows raises, certainly to mark his interrogation at this comment. Thomas doesn't go back on what he said and puts his left arm around the Korean's waist, pulling him towards him until he is forced to bend his legs and climb onto the bed. Oh, he could refuse to come forward, but he does and Thomas knows he's not forcing him and it's a pleasure to know that Sung Jin-Woo is accepting contact with him.
The Korean fighter sits on Thomas' lap, closing his legs behind his waist. He lets go of his hair, and the craving is immediate, to start undoing the buttons on Thomas' Hawaiian shirt. He doesn't rush to undo them, he does it gently, one by one, almost as if he was trying not to break the thread and the mechanism that holds them. Oh, he could rip his clothes off and throw the shreds on the floor and Thomas wouldn't mind.
But he takes his time, kisses every patch of Thomas skin that appears one after another, his tongue following the tattoos inked on his skin. He draws the lines one after the other, taking the time to leave kisses on Thomas's nipples and to bite a little, not enough to be painful, not enough to bring real satisfaction but more than enough to make him shiver.
It's been a long time since Thomas had such a loving and affectionate partner, and he didn't think Sung Jin-Woo would be one of them. Oh, he took a lot of people to his bed, nameless faces he forgot as soon as they left his room – they didn’t matter and they never brought real pleasure, more temporary joy than anything else thing. No one has ever been able to bring him true satisfaction, but he knows that if anyone can, it's Sung Jin-Woo.
“I need to warn you, I get attached quickly.” He whispers, as Sung Jin-Woo pushes his shirt off his shoulders.
He gets no response other than an amused chuckle as Sung Jin-Woo's hands reach for the button and fly of Thomas' shorts, undoing them with expert fingers. He doesn't rise to allow Thomas to remove the garment so it remains in place for now, Sung Jin-Woo's palm reaching behind his fly to go and stroke his boxer shorts. Thomas growls, and his voice is not human.
“Can I touch you?” He asks, his arms firmly anchored on Sung Jin-Woo's waist.
He wants to tear off his clothes, he wants to touch his skin, he wants to mark his passage on him like Sung Jin-Woo marked his. He wants to know the exact taste of his skin, his blood, his flesh – it is a need so powerful that it becomes almost vital and Thomas asks, because he cannot take without permission. He asks, because Sung Jin-Woo is strong enough to rip his arms off, and because he might decide he doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. Thomas absolutely doesn't want Jin-Woo to decide to stop their night here, to stop any possibility of a future relationship between them just because he touched him without permission.
"No”, is the icy response he gets.
Thomas growls again, and it's something visceral. The sound is animal but Sung Jin-Woo laughs when he hears it, his hand still on Thomas' cock, barely separated by the fabric of his boxer shorts. Then, still through the fabric, he lightly squeezes his fingers, pressing down Thomas' entire length.
“Let me touch you.” He asks again, even though it doesn't really sound like a question anymore.
Sung Jin-Woo laughs again, and the pressure gets stronger, making Thomas shudder. It's still not enough, but it's already so much better, a real contact and an almost deliverance. He wants a lot of things, for Sung Jin-Woo's hand to be in direct contact with his cock, and for his fingers to completely surround his cock and finally offer him real satisfaction.
"I could.” Sung Jin-Woo finally replies, placing a hand on Thomas' shoulder, forcing him down until his back touches the mattress. Then, the Korean sits again exactly on his waist. “If you beg for it.”
Thomas does not beg. He never did.
But Thomas doesn't let anyone touch his hair, he doesn't let anyone bite him or leave any marks on him, he doesn't let anyone order him around. And ever since the night started with Sung Jin-Woo, he let him do all that. He let him touch his hair, he let him bite him and mark him, he let him give him orders and he loved every second of the night. What prevents him from begging?
“Let me touch you.” He repeats again, before biting his tongue and adding, softly. "Please.”
Sung Jin-Woo smiles at him and moves his pelvis, creating new friction between them. It's nice, and Thomas doesn't move his hands, leaving them on the hunter's waist, waiting for permission to touch him. Sung Jin-Woo caresses his chest with his index finger without the contact being too insistent, and the shapes he creates are unfamiliar and unrealistic. Then he bends down and puts his lips on Thomas’ own, an almost kiss that makes him want more.
“You are much more beautiful, far prettier, when you lose your arrogance.” He says, when they separate and the lack is brutal. “Yes, Thomas André, you can touch me.”
Thomas doesn’t waste a single second and places both of his hands on both of Sung Jin-Woo's cheeks, urging him to come down to him and kiss him again. It's a real kiss this time, not just a simple contact between their lips but a real meeting. And Thomas is just a man and he had never kissed a god.
Sung Jin-Woo doesn't take his time when kissing him, devouring his mouth with the ardor and hunger of someone who hasn't eaten in months. He keeps Thomas' back on the mattress, one hand on his chest, the other on his shoulder. His tongue penetrates his mouth, caresses his palate, seems to seek to discover the exact tastes of Thomas's molars and dances with his own tongue.
And who is Thomas to complain? He tightens his hands on Jin-Woo's face, leaving the mark of his footprints on his cheeks before letting his fingers down his jawline and neck, going under his t-shirt to tuck in direct contact with his skin. Into his lips, Sung Jin-Woo whispers something approving, his voice deep and suave.
“Your voice is super hot.” Thomas whispers on Sung Jin-Woo's lips.
The Korean pulls back slightly from him, his lips red and swollen, a small amused flash in his eyes. Thomas takes the opportunity to take off his t-shirt, passing the garment over his head, and throwing it at the other end of the room. He takes a moment to gaze at Sung Jin-Woo's bare chest, having never seen him without his clothes on, and it's a sight of heaven because if there is someone perfect, Thomas has no doubt he has that person in front of him right now. Sung Jin-Woo is perfect and Thomas knew but it’s something else to be a direct witness of it.
"I know. And that's not the only thing you find hot about me.” He replies, and Thomas can't help but laugh a little, kissing his lover's jaw.
Thomas has permission to touch him, so he doesn't stop at his chest. He runs his palms over Sung Jin-Woo's hips, level with his loins, before reaching his buttocks and cupping one in each hand, palming them easily and even the tightest jeans don't do any justice to the beauty of his lover's ass. As he said, there are a lot of things that Thomas finds very hot about him.
"I can't wait to be inside of that.” He whispers, kissing his lover's right collarbone.
Sung Jin-Woo does some pelvic motions, creating new friction on his cock. Thomas can't remember the last time he got hard so quickly as when Sung Jin-Woo slammed him against the wall. He is no longer very young but the contact of his lover's lips against his skin, and of his body against his, was enough to wake him up in a second.
“Yes, I can feel that.” He says, a smile on his face. "What are you waiting for?”
And it's permission so Thomas helps Sung Jin-Woo get rid of his pants and boxer shorts, taking off his own right after and finally, their two bodies meet without the slightest barrier and Thomas already wants more. He wants him so badly that he feels like devouring him whole wouldn't be enough, that he would need so much more, to cut his skin open and sneak inside. Maybe by devouring him from the inside, Thomas can get enough of him, but even then he doesn't think that would be enough.
Jin-Woo continues his pelvic movements on Thomas' freed cock, one hand on Thomas' dick to place it directly between his buttocks. The movements, Jin-Woo's breathing, and his hands continuing to caress Thomas' skin are enough to drive him crazy. He pulls himself up, sitting on the bed, puts an arm behind Jin-Woo's waist and bites into his neck hard enough that he can mark the skin. The taste of blood comes to his mouth and as a reward, his lover scratches his back until he bleeds.
Jin-Woo whispers things in his ear, in a language Thomas doesn't know, which isn't English, or Korean, or even anything human, he's sure. He does not understand what he is saying but the tone is so sensual that Thomas can guess what he is implying. He kisses Jin-Woo's neck, at his trachea and bites hard enough to leave the imprint of his teeth.
Then, Jin-Woo uses the hand he has on Thomas's cock to position it at the entrance of his hole. He makes a few movements, until he surrounds Thomas' waist with his legs and the contact is powerful, pleasant, because Jin-Woo's cock is in contact with his belly. He puts a hand on Thomas's shoulder so he can lift himself up a bit. For a second, Thomas feels like Jin-Woo is planning to fuck himself like this, unprepared, then he remembers the size of his dick, tells himself that it can't be. And then, he remembers who exactly is on his waist.
“Hey, hey, I have to prep you.” He says quickly.
Jin-Woo laughs and kisses his forehead, not stopping his movements. He's sublime like that, naked, swaying on Thomas' cock as if it were his place, the exact place where he should be. Thomas wants to fuck him, immediately, not to wait, not to prepare him and just to enter him like that. Oh, he can't of course, because he has to take care of his lover, and tearing him in half isn't exactly taking care of him.
"You are adorable.” Jin-Woo whispers to him, running his tongue along Thomas' cheek.
“Nah, Jin-Woo, seriously, I don’t want to hurt you.”
"Try.”
And damn it, Thomas is trying to be a caring lover but if Jin-Woo wants him to fuck him unprepared, he's not going to be asked twice. He uses both hands to open Jin-Woo's buttocks, as Jin-Woo guides his cock to his entrance. Then, he lets himself slide along Thomas' cock, without it being simple or easy, but in a very pleasant and almost gentle way. After nearly a minute, Thomas' balls eventually hit Jin-Woo's body, as he went fully inside.
"It doesn’t hurt?” He asks, as Jin-Woo whispers in his ear, almost like a little song in that language he doesn't understand.
"No.” Jin-Woo replies, amid his whispers, his voice indecent. "It's good.”
"Good? Good how? Good as, I'm not hurting you or good as, you like what's going on?” Thomas asks, trying not to move.
“Good as, it hurts me and I missed that feeling.” Jin-Woo explains, moving his pelvis a bit, making them both shiver.
And shit, Thomas wants to fuck him like he's never wanted anything before. He feels the way Jin-Woo's body is twitching on top of him, and he's not burning inside, much different from all the lovers Thomas has had before but he never felt the hot electricity he feels inside Jin-Woo's body, as if his every nerve was commandeered. To hold back from moving requires a mental strength that he did not know he possessed.
"Ah, so you're into this kind of thing?” He asks, to distract himself a bit.
Sung Jin-Woo raises an eyebrow and looks at him with a small, amused smile before digging his fingernails into Thomas' chest and clawing deep enough to draw blood. The touch makes him quiver with pleasure, his lover's strong fingers in direct contact with his body, able to touch, break and shatter anything in their path. Sung Jin-Woo's amused smile widens.
“I am in this kind of thing?”
“Oh, shut up.” He responds immediately.
Sung Jin-Woo is still laughing, and his voice is a treasure. The more time passes, the more Thomas realizes this. When he speaks, when he laughs, it's as if everyone and everything around is silent so that they can listen to him, so that the sound of his voice is more audible to everyone. It's as if all the secrets of the universe are hidden in his voice and Thomas doesn't care to find out everything, he doesn't care to know the reasons for the creation of the world but he wants to know the exact sounds that Jin-Woo makes when he receives the pleasure that Thomas gives him.
“I really like your voice”. He says again.
Jin-Woo kisses his skull, running both hands through his hair before resting them on the back of his neck, as if to hold himself back again. He whispers again, in that language that Thomas doesn't understand, in the hollow of his ear, his lips brushing his skin, not really making contact.
"Don't give me too many compliments," Jin-Woo finally says, winking at him. "I get attached quickly."
Thomas laughs back, placing one of his hands on Jin-Woo's lower stomach. His cock is hard against his belly, and Thomas lets his fingers slide down the length, not really touching it, making his lover groan. Then, he places his palm against Jin-Woo's skin, over the Korean's concrete abs. Oh he's got strong muscles, but underneath his skin, there's like a bump that makes Thomas smile because he knows exactly what it is. He feels himself inside Jin-Woo.
Jin-Woo kisses his earlobe and moves his waist a bit, straightening up slightly before sitting back on Thomas' legs, as a test to see if he's gotten used to it. Thomas growls, physically feeling his cock shaking inside his lover. Does Jin-Woo have any idea what he's doing to him? Does he have any idea how hard Thomas is trying to hold himself back from fucking himso hard he’ll forget his own name?
He's holding himself back, he doesn't want to hurt him – because he knows that if he were to just fuck him without giving him time to adjust to his size, he could really hurt him. Thomas wants to feel inside him, to feel himself moving inside him. He wants to know the expressions Jin-Woo makes when pain turns to enjoyment, when enjoyment turns to pleasure, and when pleasure turns to ecstasy
“I knew you would be perfect,” Jin-Woo says, still in the hollow of his ear, “you're big enough for me to feel you everywhere.”
And oh, getting complimented by someone as powerful as Sung Jin-Woo tastes like pride like Thomas had never experienced before. Knowing that he's enough for him is utter satisfaction - even better, knowing that Sung Jin-Woo had imagined their relationship together, knowing that he had already thought about how perfect Thomas would be inside of him, is an euphoria.
“Well, it goes with the rest of the body.” Thomas whispers, because he doesn't really know how to react to sincere compliments. "I'm pretty proportional.”
Jin-Woo chuckles into his ear and slowly starts moving against him again, their torsos rubbing against each other, his lover's fingernails digging into the skin of his neck as if to anchor himself to him. His breathing is powerful in his ear and Thomas realizes that he has started breathing at the same rate, without realizing it. He can't remember the last time he felt so much pleasure before he even really started the real fucking.
“Damn, I missed that.” Jin-Woo says again and Thomas nods his head in agreement.
The powerful feel true attractions only for the powerful; there are few people Thomas felt desire for in this world, those for whom he could have pissed him off too much to create anything lasting. Liu Zhigang, Christopher Reed, Siddharth Bachchan, all too proud, all too haughty for Thomas to even want to fuck them – even hate wasn't a big enough motivator. Sung Jin-Woo is proud, Sung Jin-Woo is haughty, but he has the power behind to justify this ego.
He doesn't even dare to imagine what it must be like for him; because Thomas is strong, the strongest human in this world, but there are still people who can give him a good fight. For Jin-Woo, things must be even more complicated because there is nothing left on earth that can offer him a challenge. Thomas knows that the only reason he shares Jin-Woo's bed is because he's the strongest human; if he had only been second, Jin-Woo would not have chosen him.
The Korean continues to cling to him, moving at a cruelly slow pace against him. His breathing is noisy, but it quickly becomes more controlled, with a more acceptable rhythm and his fingernails come off Thomas's skin, his fingers massaging the back of his neck, where he left marks. And Thomas kisses his neck, his collarbone, all the patches of skin where he has access to leave the mark of his teeth.
"Jin-Woo," he calls out, when he can't take it anymore. “Can I fuck you?”
Jin-Woo pulls away from him a bit, so he can look at him more carefully. He has swollen lips, red from the number of kisses they have shared, a little saliva running down the corner of his lips, half-closed eyes and dilated pupils and Thomas never wanted anyone more than at this precise moment. He needs to fuck Jin-Woo in an almost visceral way, an almost animalistic need to mark him and leave him with only Thomas's name in his mind.
“You know what you have to say.” His lover responds.
Thomas growls and kisses Jin-Woo, again, running his tongue over his lips to catch the saliva, and because the little noises his lover is making are absolutely adorable. He takes his tongue between his teeth, without biting, but enough so that the contact is appreciable. Then, he frees him and Jin-Woo gets a small, amused glint in his eye.
“Please, can I fuck you?”
And Thomas is on his back again, pushed by both of Jin-Woo's hands; his cock moves a little inside of him during the maneuver causing them both to groan. As they are positioned, it is Jin-Woo straddling him, both hands on his shoulders, both knees around his waist. He looks like a god on him, and Thomas isn't one to like it when people ride him, because he doesn't like letting anyone dominate him; but Sung Jin-Woo looks gorgeous on him, a divine sight that makes his mouth water; and maybe Thomas doesn't like it when anyone rides him, but that clearly doesn't apply to Jin-Woo.
Jin-Woo leans in, as if to kiss him, but stops just before their lips touch. Like that, it's like they're breathing the same air and Thomas is pretty sure that Jin-Woo doesn't need to breathe, that he's just doing this because he feels like it, just because he knows how much that makes Thomas crazy about him. Or at least, because he has an idea of how crazy it makes him, he must not know it entirely, otherwise he wouldn't put him through this without giving him what he wants.
And finally, they start fucking.
And Sung Jin-Woo fucks like he fights. He takes what he wants, without anyone's help. He is violent, impetuous, on top of the world. He rules like a tough but fair king, and he does not force but Thomas offers everything he can to fill him. It's not a fight over who's dominating, because they both know who's going to win, but it's a fight nonetheless, because it's the only way monsters like them can dance.
"You're perfect.” Thomas whispers, as Jin-Woo pulls himself up on top of him, tightening himself on his cock, continuing his back and forth motions.
Jin-Woo chuckles, pressing his hands to Thomas' chest to make his movements easier, to steady himself as he rides Thomas at almost inhuman speed. His laughter mixes with his sighs of pleasure and Thomas tries to remain silent to hear him clearly, without much success. He can't keep quiet, how could he when Jin-Woo is swaying on his cock?
His whispers turn into grunts and Thomas isn't sure he recognizes his own voice as Jin-Woo takes his pleasure from himself, not needing him for anything. He takes, and he takes, and he takes and Thomas can do nothing but give, as if he had no choice. He tries to touch Jin-Woo but he can't even hold his waist anymore, his hands are rooted in the sheets below him.
And Thomas is strong, he's tough, he's energetic, and he's powerful - but Sung Jin-Woo fucks himself on his dick like he was born for it and he's just a man. The most powerful of all men, sure, but Sung Jin-Woo is a god and Thomas can't resist him. He lets him take his pleasure, without trying to prevent him, and he receives it in return. Jin-Woo offers him pleasure like he had never received.
“You must really like my present.” Thomas whispers, when he finally manages to regain some control over his voice.
“It was a good gift, indeed.” Jin-Woo tells him and his voice is almost unaffected by what they’re doing.
And what a pleasure it is, to know that his gift was appreciated. Oh, he had no doubts. The daggers created by Kamish's fangs, by the tooth that pierced Thomas' arm, are an unimaginable treasure; the greatest treasure the Scavenger guild had in its possession. But still, seeing Jin-Woo dancing with them, hitting the void to test them, was a sight from heaven.
“They look good on you. I wanted to fuck you the moment their power mixed with yours.”
Jin-Woo laughs, again, it's intoxicating – if he tries to get Thomas to develop intoxication at his laughter; he doesn't need to continue, he's already succeeded. He calms the cavalcade a little, in a softer, almost sensual rhythm, to give them both time to feel each movement, to appreciate each friction and Thomas shivers, because he thought the change of rhythm would be a lull. He was wrong.
“Oh please, you were already hard when I destroyed your ass on the floor of that building.” Jin-Woo replies, a conquering smile on his face.
Thomas does not deny, because it is true. He craved Jin-Woo the instant he saw how powerful he was. He never imagined he could ever get what his heart and body desire, but he's not going to complain about it, because he's inside the most powerful hunter on earth, which he has permission to touch and fuck and Thomas would never complain about it.
“I thought you hadn't noticed.” He just says, a small smile on his face.
“It was hard to miss.” Jin-Woo replies, kissing his jaw.
Jin-Woo's movements are now slow and Thomas tries to touch every part of his body, to feel the way his cock moves under his skin, one hand on his stomach. He tries to feel the contraction of his muscles as he moves, to hear the gasps in his breathing, to taste every drop of sweat. Then, he tries to put a hand on Jin-Woo's cock, fully erect and hard, to give him some pleasure.
His hand is immediately pulled away, pinned next to him by the hand Jin-Woo was using to hold himself back. He does not stop his movements but gives Thomas an amused smile. 'Not yet', he manages to understand in their exchange. 'Later', he can almost hear - because they're alike in that respect, and they don't want the night to end too soon.
“In my defense, you were really hot that night.” Thomas says and Jin-Woo laughs, again, and he is still so beautiful.
“I think it’s more about the fact that you're a masochist.”
Jin-Woo lets him when Thomas reverses their position. He presses the man against the mattress, and repositions himself fully inside him, Jin-Woo's right leg over his shoulder, and the left one behind his waist. He puts one hand on the mattress and the other on the Korean hunter's cheek, to get closer and to kiss him as he resumes his thrusts.
(And they almost look like real lovers like that, like a couple enjoying a night together, more than two friends, if that's even what they are, releasing tension and calming their nerves before the big fight that awaits them. Thomas wishes they were more).
“I want to fuck you against the bay window.” Thomas says, and Jin-Woo raises an eyebrow as he tilts his head to the side, so he adds. "Please.”
"Hum..." And Thomas knows, just from his lover's little smile, the answer he's going to get. "Yeah, let’s do that.”
Sung Jin-Woo fucks like he fights and Thomas loves it.