What I Love About You, a tekken fanfic

What I Love About You

Pairing: HwoarangxJin

Summary: Hwoarang tells what he loves about his lover.

Rating: M (language, tiny smex bits, a little OOCness on Jin's part, and anything else I forgot)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except this... smutty partial plot thingy.

Author's Note: Well, tomorrow I go back to school. So I don't know how often I can put up stuff, but I'm gonna try. I'm kinda in emo-ish mode right now, but my mom's already giving me that 'no attitude tomorrow' speech, so yeah. . Barely alive here, but I thought I'd give ya one last summer drabble. So here it 'tis, and I hope you enjoy. And yes, this is in Hwoarang's POV.

I love your velvety skin. Sometimes it feels like it melts in my hands, and it turns me on.

"Ahh...please..." you groan in my ear as my hand rubs you through your pants. You're already hard and ready.

"You want this in you, huh?" I murmur as I take your hand and bring it to my crotch.

Oh, and don't get me started on your ass. Looks good slappin' against my thighs when you ride me, baby.

You suck me enthusiastically, loudly and groaning around me.

Heh, my dirty little whore...

"I want..." you breathe against my cock, panting and flushed, "...you to fuck me...hard...deep and fast..."

And you're so sexy when you talk dirty to me. You look so fuckable that I can't help but throw you to a bed (wall, chair, the floor, etc.).

"I've got so much pent-up frustration and I'm going to take it out on you."

You look at me like I'm stupid.

"Don't fuck with me," you warn, backing up to the wall.

"Why not? Wanted to fuck you for a while, actually..." I smirk and lick up your neck.

Then again, I'm not always the insatiable one. Somedays I come home and I'm the one slammed against the wall, and you're fuckin' growling at me to abuse you. Sneaky hands already in my jeans while your tongue is halfway down my damn throat.

I can feel your resolve to fight me swirl down the drain as my hands play with your ass. You're panting now, and I can hear you gasp my name a few times.

"I know you want me... I've seen it in your eyes, Kazama, don't play stupid," I bite your ear and the hands on my waist flex.

I wonder what people would say if I told them you were a closet freak. All solemn and angst-y by day, horny and eager to take it up the ass by night.

But then again, you have trapped me a few times during the day. I like to see you lose control through.

"Here?"

"Ahh, yes..."

"How 'bout here?"

"Nnnnggg shit..."

I slide my way down your body, aching for your ass.

I remember one day your 'uncle' stopped by the house for a beer, leaving a bag of goodies for me to use on you. Whips, gags, cock rings, lube... a sex shop in a bag.

Needless to say, we had a lot of fun that day and I didn't go to work the day after.

My fingers squrim and wiggle inside your tight hole. You're moaning for my cock all the while.

"Hwoarang, please fuck me...onegai..."

Damn baby, that was hot. Your tongue is all over my ear and I shut my eyes.

Now I'm gonna fuck you. I can't wait anymore.

I've even thought about you toppin' me once. You've asked me before, but I just put a gag on ya and kept suckin' your cock.

And I gotta tell ya, I love the way you taste.

You drive me so fuckin' crazy.

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