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Enjin is way too lucky. He has been skating through life by the skin of his teeth since the moment he was born. Complex equations with even more complicated solutions are woven into his DNA, and no one can pull that out of him. Someone can nurture them, though. Someone can make the effort to understand them. Someone can put them on display, carefully analyzing each equation, coming up with a simple explanation for them. That someone is Gris Rubion. Gris Rubion, the man who is currently sound asleep on the pillow next to Enjin. He has his arm slung over his waist like he's there to keep Enjin from running off. Enjin would never do that, of course. He's here to stay. Enjin pushes a stray hair out of Gris's face and tucks it behind his ear. He huffs out an amused sigh as the sunlight peeks through the curtains, highlighting Gris's hair. He looks like some celestial being who was brought down to Earth to bless Enjin, and Enjin isn't the most religious man, but he feels blessed by the sight of Gris. Yeah, Enjin is way too lucky.
"You're staring," murmurs Gris, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. Enjin softly drags his hand from where it is in Gris's hair to his jawline, smoothing out the stubble with his thumb.
"You love it."
"I do."
"You love me?"
"Is that a question?"
"Yes."
"Of course I do." Gris cracks an eye open and plants a soft kiss on Enjin's palm. Even with those little eye boogers, he still looks so pretty.
"You have eye crusties," Enjin giggles, and Gris snorts and rubs his eyes.
"So romantic."
"Anything for you, babe," Enjin leans in and plants a firm kiss on his lips, as he begins to pull away, Gris chases after him. They share a few more kisses, giggling like it's their first time, and snuggle closer together, their foreheads touching. "We have the whole day to ourselves, so what's on the agenda, Rubion? Saturday is ours, the world is our oyster, all that poetic shit that I don't feel like waxing," Enjin draws little circles on Gris's bicep. He can't help but feel himself sink further into the mattress, basking in the warmth of Gris, feeling more relaxed than he's ever been.
Since Riyo is off at Auntie Alice's for the weekend, Enjin came up with the fantastic idea of occupying Gris's space, starting with taking Friday night off and having mindblowing sex, which, by the way, granted Enjin the best sleep of his life. Now he's being gifted the great pleasure of being by Gris's side. Enjin has never been one to be clingy, but someone's gonna have to surgically remove him from that big, sexy man. He eyes the way Gris licks his bottom lip and lightly bites it, and can't help but trail his hand down from Gris's bicep to his waist.
"First, I need you to lie on your back and open up for me. I wanna be extra thorough today," Gris murmurs, and Enjin can't help but comply, lying on his back as Gris follows to gently lie on top of him. He moves the hair that falls on Enjin's forehead to plant a gentle kiss, then plants one on his lips, and then trails featherlight kisses along his neck, landing on Enjin's left pec. He lets out a soft moan as he feels Gris's warm tongue draw tight circles around his nipple, his dick growing hard as Gris sucks. Enjin doesn't press for Gris to hurry up. He relinquishes his habits to feel Gris savor him completely as he feels Gris's fingers lightly rub along his ribcage. Gris is teaching him how to be patient, and Enjin lets him because he loves him. That four-letter word still scares him, but Gris is patient with him and understands that when he asks Gris if he loves him, it's never because he doesn't believe Gris, it's because he needs that extra reassurance that this is real. That their love is real.
Gris leaves a wake of kisses down his body, paying extra attention to his navel. He feels his dick twitch with need at Gris's warm breath. He kisses around Enjin's groin, and he takes several deep breaths and feels himself sink further into his pillow.
"Is this ok?"
"It's more than ok."
Gris has a firm hold of Enjin's hips as he lightly kisses along Enjin's shaft. He finally plants his soft lips around the tip and sucks, dipping his tongue into the slit.
"Fuck…" Enjin grunts as his eyes threaten to flutter shut, but he forces them to stay open so he can look deep into Gris's lustful eyes, the eye contact alone almost being enough to send him over the edge. His hips threaten to buck up as Gris's hums around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. "Fuck… you feel so good around me." Enjin groans as Gris licks along his frenulum and begins to lightly massage his balls; his groans trail off into a whine. "My god… Gris, please," he begs, and ever the angel, Gris hums in delight as he sinks further, and slowly finds his rhythm, his other hand reaching for his shaft, working in tandem with his mouth as he bobs his head up and down. The second his two hands start performing a corkscrew motion on his balls and shaft, Enjin feels his dick violently pulse in the warmth of Gris's mouth, and he begins to spiral out of control as the laziness of each stroke causes him to grip onto the bedsheets.
"Pleasepleaseplease, Gris, oh god, please," Enjin can't tell what he's begging for. He just knows that Gris looks so beautiful right now. He feels his thighs start to tense up and shake as Gris moans around him, and in a matter of seconds, his dick is all the way down Gris's throat, and he feels it tighten around his tip, causing Enjin to jerk up. He's close. He's so fucking close. His vision starts to unfocus as Gris continues, moving with a bit more urgency than before. "Can I—"
Gris moans again as he taps once on Enjin's hip, signaling the ok. Enjin threads his fingers through Gris's hair, grips his scalp, and begins to thrust desperately into his mouth. Gris removes his other hand and trails it up to Enjin's pec and starts to firmly knead it, occasionally rubbing his thumb along his nipple.
"Fuck, I'm gonna—" Enjin lets out a guttural moan and shudders with each bob of Gris's head. Enjin can't take it; he throws his head back and feels himself let everything go. "Gris, Gris, Gris, 'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum, please don't stop. You're so good for me, you're everything." Enjin's thrusts turn more frantic. "Just like that, oh fuck I'm cumming— !" He feels himself shoot load after load into Gris's mouth, relishing in the vibrations of Gris's deep groans. The orgasm melts over him, different than the usual explosive feeling that tends to come his way. He allows his eyes to fully shut as he continues to shallowly thrust into Gris's mouth, and reaches for the hand that is still rubbing at his chest and holds it. He lets out a shaky sigh as he feels his orgasm subside, and feels Gris remove himself from his length and lay his head on his hip.
"You good?"
"I'm great," Gris breathes, planting a light kiss on Enjin's hip, "You're gonna have to help me clean these sheets though."
Enjin opens an eye and lifts an eyebrow in slight confusion until it dawns on him that Gris has finished. He grins down at Gris, causing the other man to roll his eyes as he pulls himself up to touch foreheads with Enjin.
"You love my dick that much, huh?"
"You're an asshole."
"But I'm your asshole who you love so much."
"I do," Gris's eyes crinkle as that bright smile blinds Enjin. Fuck, he's so in love.
"Come here and kiss me," Enjin grabs Gris by the back of his neck and pulls him into a passionate kiss. He doesn't know how to describe how soft and tender Gris makes him, as Gris licks Enjin's bottom lip, and he happily invites his tongue to join his own. Gris transformed Enjin into a pliant lover, and Enjin is more than happy to devote himself to all that Gris is. Enjin sighs into Gris's mouth as he allows him to push his body flush into him, pressing him further into the bed. They separate, dazed and glowing. Enjin brings his thumb to Gris's swollen lips and smiles.
"You wanna hop in the shower?"
"Yeah, shower, then laundry, then breakfast."
"I'll cook."
"I can cook, Enjin, you don't have to always be on the job around me," Gris chuckles. Enjin smiles fondly up at Gris and cards his fingers through those perfect blonde strands.
"I'm not doing my job around you; I'm taking care of you. That's it."
Gris gives him one final kiss on the lips and rolls off of him, grabbing a pair of boxers to pull on. Enjin slowly rises from the bed and stretches, feeling his bones crack into place, bathing in the sunlight that hits him once Gris pulls back the curtains. It's funny, Enjin is usually grumpy in the morning; he doesn't crack a smile until his second cup of coffee. Gris is like his jumbo cup of coffee… that is so fucking corny.
"You thinking about something? You're like, grimacing," Gris inquires as he reaches for Enjin's hand to pull him up and strips the bedding.
"I'm just being corny in my head."
"As opposed to you being corny outloud or—"
"That's enough," Enjin playfully shoves Gris out of the way and heads to the bathroom. Gris lets out a low whistle.
"You know how I love to watch you leave, gives me a chance to look at that tight ass—"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Rubion. Drop the sheets on the ground and get in the shower with me," Enjin calls out, ignoring the flush on his cheeks. He hears the light flop of the sheets as they fall to the ground and a chuckle.
"Yes, ma'am."
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Enjin hums a little tune as he puts the finishing touches on his breakfast for two, garnishing the large plate of French toast with powdered sugar. He looks over at the meal: four slices of French toast; two for him and two for Gris, 8 strips of bacon glazed with brown sugar, black pepper, and cayenne, drizzled with maple syrup; scrambled eggs, and blueberries. All for the two of them. Enjin nods at his handywork and looks over at Gris lounging on the couch, flipping through channels. He looks back at the large plate of food and almost cringes. One plate, seriously? He could've just made two separate plates, but something within him felt the need to share. He didn't realize how… what's the word? Clingy? Attached? Absorbed into Gris, he is? He would've never opted to share a plate with someone romantically; hell, he would have never been in a long-term relationship with someone before. Well, maybe unless that someone was—
Enjin shakes his head and sighs forlornly off into the distance. Today isn't the day to think about him. Today is about Gris. Enjin and Gris. It's their day of relaxation, not Enjin's past lovers that may or may not have meant something to him. He huffs, picks up the plate, and turns around with the biggest smile he can manage. He strides over to Gris, and those annoying ass butterflies in his stomach start to emerge when he catches the clear blue sky that he calls eyes looking at him with so much love that it still makes him want to vomit. This is still new. He is still scared. He is also painfully in love and would probably do anything to keep Gris smiling.
"A sexy breakfast for my sexy man," Enjin coos, his heart leaping for joy as Gris beams at him. Enjin gently places the plate onto the coffee table, next to the orange juice, two cups, and utensils. He pours the two of them their drinks and passes one to Gris, which he happily accepts. Enjin waits for Gris to take the first bite, watching as he cuts into the French toast and brings a piece up to his mouth to sample. Enjin itches at his knee and bites the inside of his cheek. He really craves a cigarette. He might quit smoking though… He's definitely smoking after they eat. He doesn't realize he's holding in his breath until he finally exhales at the wonderful noise of Gris's satisfied hum.
"Delicious as always, my love," Gris smiles, and Enjin is about to pass out because these little pet names are going to be the death of him, but for some reason, he can't get enough. "You should really stop worrying so much, though," he takes a swig of his juice before continuing, "your meals are always great." Enjin opens his mouth to deny his very true claims about his nervousness until Gris points his fork at him with an accusatory brow. "Don't think I don't notice your anxious tics. You haven't even had your morning cig yet, so it's even more apparent than usual." Enjin pouts, jabbing his knife and fork into his own set of French toast. Damn that man.
"You think you're so smart," Enjin pouts, bringing his food up to his mouth to chew on. Fuck, he really needs to smoke. Gris chuckles, earning a hard glare from Enjin. Gris raises his hands in mock defense, a shit-eating grin still prevalent on his face.
"Well, yes, I am, but also you've gotten easier to read."
Enjin's movements are still for a split second before he gets back to eating. Easier to read, huh. He can't tell whether he should be glad that their bond has grown so much that he can be read so easily or worried that he can't put up as many defenses as usual. Then again, Gris has always known Enjin, somehow. Fuck.
"Have I?"
"You have."
"You're a scary man, Grissy."
"You're just as scary, Jin." Gris reaches over to wipe away some syrup from the corner of Enjin's mouth and brushes some of his hair away from his eyes. It's a lazy day, so Enjin opted to leave it down. Gris always loves it when his hair is down anyway. Gris loves Enjin anyway. Holy shit? Enjin feels his face heat up. Gris, being the wonderful man he is, notices and scoots closer to him.
"Something on your mind?"
"You're horrible."
"I'm not doing anything. Isn't there a saying that goes if you can't take the heat, then get out of the kitchen?"
"Now you're horrible AND corny." Enjin lightly bumps his forehead against Gris's. They stare at each other for a moment and then break out into a fit of giggles. "I really gotta smoke."
"Finish the rest of your breakfast, then you can smoke."
"Seriously?"
"Yep." Gris firmly states as he turns back to his side of the meal, almost completely gone. "I know eating in the morning is a bit of a struggle for you, but you can do it." Enjin sighs, picks up his fork, and begins scarfing down his eggs. Gris is a caring man. He's also evil because he knows his praise makes him wanna pitch a tent in his pants. He's only met one other man who has made him feel remotely close to this, and that was—
Holy fuck, why is his brain doing this to him? Enjin finds it harder and harder to swallow the rest of his food, the contents sliding down his throat like cement. Gris notices, because he always does. Enjin feels a firm hand squeeze his knee and draw tiny circles around it.
"Enjin, seriously, is something wrong?" Concern heavy in Gris's tone. Enjin stiffens and looks at the remainder of his food. Surely this is enough for Gris. Surely he is enough for Gris. Surely he's not dividing his attention. His attention should be on Gris, not on someone else. Especially someone who isn't even fucking here.
"What is this, 20 questions?" Enjin snarks. He really wants to smoke.
"It can be." Gris challenges. Now he really needs to smoke. He knaws on his own tongue before forming an easy-going smile.
"What's your favorite song right now?"
"Imperfect for you."
"Ariana Grande? Is this a birthday twin thing?"
"Of course. What's yours?"
"Dance for You, Beyonce."
"Hot." Gris smirks, and Enjin wiggles his brows.
"You know it. Why'd you buy me that lingerie set?"
"I like buying you nice things, sue me. What's wrong?"
Enjin pushes Gris against the couch cushions and straddles him. "What other nice things do you have for me?"
"You're deflecting."
"I'm not."
"Have you had other serious partners besides me?"
That's what gets Enjin. That's when his mask slips and breaks, much to his irritation. He purses his lips and searches for something, anything to stop this conversation from happening. Then he realizes that he shouldn't be doing that. Not anymore, not to Gris. He sighs and slumps over, and lets Gris's strong arms hold him as he presses his forehead into Gris's shoulder.
"Yeah, one. Wasn't like ours, though."
He feels Gris trace random shapes on his back. It's a grounding technique for the two of them. "What was it like?"
"I guess," Enjin lets out a shaky sigh, "he was my first love." The shapes stop.
"Oh."
Fuck. Where the hell is his cigarette?
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Enjin lights his cigarette from where he sits in a chair, and inhales, feeling the nicotine finally soothe his anxiety as he lets out a smooth exhale out the window. He feels Gris staring at him; he feels his nervous energy. Enjin glances over at where Gris sits on the edge of the bed and then back out the window, opting to pay attention to the blue sky and the mourning doves instead. They've been silent for five minutes now, neither of them finding the courage to speak until—
"You wanna share this with me?" Enjin offers as he taps off some remains and takes another drag of his cig. He's still not looking at Gris, but he can hear when Gris stands up to walk over to him. Before Enjin can hand him the cigarette, Gris lowers himself down to his knees and lays his head on Enjin's thigh. He looks up at Enjin with those prying eyes of his. Enjin lets out a sigh and begins to card his fingers through Gris's hair.
"What was his name?" Gris mumbles, playing with the anklet that Enjin decided to put on before breakfast.
"Gob."
"Where is he now?"
"Dead."
"Oh, Enjin—"
"Don't." He's gonna need another cigarette for this conversation.
They fall silent once again, but neither of them leaves. Gris is still playing with Enjin's anklet. Enjin is still toying with Gris's hair. It's more comforting this way.
"What was he like?"
"He was," Enjin shakily exhales smoke and brings the cig back up to his lips, "He was nothing short of a miracle."
Gris taps his ankle once, urging him to go on. He sighs and finishes the rest of the cigarette and immediately reaches to pull out another one. He lights his second cig and exhales, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.
"You know those pieces of graffiti around town? The one with the turds?"
"Yeah, like the one that's right outside the bar, right?"
"All his."
Gris snorts, and that brings a smile to Enjin's face, lifting the heaviness in the air just a bit.
"You attract some funny people, Enjin."
"I attracted you after all," Enjin lets out an amused huff as he glances down at Gris. He looks lovely, looking at Enjin with all this openness. Enjin looks back out the window. Gris taps his ankle again.
"I wanna hear more about him."
"He was a historian of some sort. Had a way of depicting the sky that made things just seem," Enjin takes a deep breath, and lets his shoulders drop, feeling the tension roll off him, "clearer. Everything was so much clearer with him around. He talked about art like it had a soul, like it had a voice that you could really hear if you just stared at it long enough. Even those sad fucking turds he would tag along the wall." Enjin chuckles as a memory forms right before his very eyes.
"Gris, you would've loved him. This scrawny little fucker with a mullet, and he always had on this baseball cap, plus a pair of shoes that always looked too big for his body. I remember when he came to one of my first drag shows and immediately deemed me his muse, fucking cornball," he giggles. "He comes from this long line of graffiti artists, all had their own story to tell. I'm sure you've seen the mural, right?" Gris hums, and Enjin keeps reminiscing. "His thing was the sky; clouds, the way they form. " Enjin looks down at the way his very own clouds swirl on his arm. Gris takes note of this, he's sure, because Gris cares like that.
"Enjin…"
"He did my tattoos. Hurt like hell and cost a fortune, but it was so worth it." He lets out a watery laugh and takes in a sharp inhale of his cig. He's probably fucking up Gris's hair right now, though he doesn't think Gris cares. "I was his muse."
"You were."
"He saw something within me that I refused to see in myself."
"What was that?"
"That I was," he chokes out a laugh, "this storm wreaking havoc. Some fucking natural disaster."
"I don't think he saw that."
"You didn't know me back then."
"You're right, but I still don't think he saw that. I think he saw you as something naturally occurring. Something that was always meant to happen. Storms are meant to happen, Jin."
Enjin chews on his bottom lip and continues to listen to the mourning doves chirp.
"Was he your—"
"No. We weren't dating or anything. He was too free, and I was too noncommital. It was never gonna work. But we had our fun." He wants to kick himself when he feels Gris stop playing with his anklet, but lets out a sigh of relief when he feels him tap his ankle once more and continue playing with the jewelry. "He was the closest thing to true love that I've ever experienced before you. I guess he saw me the way you see me." Enjin finally, truly looks at Gris for the first time throughout this whole conversation. Gris gives him the softest and kindest smile that clears the remaining storm clouds that swirled above Enjin's head.
"I would've loved him."
"Yeah, you would've."
A comforting silence blankets the two as they continue their individual ways of grounding each other. Enjin snuffs out the remainder of his cigarette and rests his arm on the windowsill, laying his chin in the palm of his hand. Gris clears his throat, and Enjin lightly taps his scalp.
"How did he pass, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Pneumonia. Shitty immune system. Didn't get it treated right away and went septic. And you know the air quality is already ass so," Enjin shrugs. Would it be wrong to light another cig? "It's been a year, don't know why I'm still hung up on it—"
"It's ok, Enjin, you don't have to push his memory away to make room for me."
Enjin drags his hand down his face and covers his mouth. He clears his throat and blinks away tears.
"I miss him."
"I know."
"You would've loved him."
"Yeah, I would've."
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They sat in comfortable silence for what felt like hours before deciding it was time to head downstairs and do a little cleanup. They wiped down countertops and cleaned the dishes with minimal talking. The majority of the day was spent lounging around and going on a movie marathon per Enjin's request. This lifted his spirits as they ran through damn near every dance movie they could find, and they are now enjoying the wonder that is Christina Aguilera in Burlesque. Enjin hugs Gris tightly against his chest from where they lie on the couch, watching the movie over his shoulder and absentmindedly drawing shapes on Gris's arm.
He allows his mind to wander, and he doesn't shy away from the lingering thoughts of Gob because Gris told him that he shouldn't run away from them, and he knows that. He just didn't expect it to hit him like a freight train on such a seemingly calm day. He can't help but feel a little bad that a good chunk of the morning was spent rehashing the past, specifically about Enjin's love life. Gris is very sweet. He cares. He cares a lot, and Enjin thinks that's wonderful, but he can't help but want to take care of Gris himself.
"Hey," Enjin begins, almost timidly, "how about we order some pizza for dinner? I'll pay." Gris looks over in shock, and Enjin tries his best to suppress a scoff. "What?"
"Last time I suggested we order a pizza, you got offended and made me three different kinds just to prove how much better you were." Gris quirks up an amused brow at Enjin. Enjin sucks his teeth and pouts.
"Well, that was then, and this is now."
"It was last week."
"Do you want food or not?"
Gris chuckles, reaches for the remote that sits on the coffee table, and turns off the TV. He untangles himself from Enjin's grasp to sit up, much to his annoyance, and Enjin does not suppress the whine that builds in the back of his throat.
"I would love pizza, Enjin, but are you ok?" There Gris goes, always the chivalrous knight, here to swoop in and make sure Enjin's doing alright. Enjin sighs and slowly sits up to face Gris.
"I just don't want this day to be all about my grief. It's our day, you know? I feel like after I spilled about my past, it's been all about me, but what about you, Gris? How are you?" Enjin prys, holding Gris's hand and rubbing his thumb across the other man's knuckles. He feels him stiffen. He notices how his demeanor dims. "Gris, please don't run away from me," Enjin pleads. "I need to know exactly how you feel."
Gris sighs and looks everywhere but at Enjin before making eye contact. He seems… tired? Sad? He's just not… happy, and that concerns Enjin, but he's not hiding from him. That's improvement.
"Let's talk over pizza?"
Enjin contemplates for a moment and then nods in agreement.
At least they're talking.
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"Yeah, I definitely would've made us a better pizza," Enjin deadpans in between bites. Gris lets out an amused huff as he happily bites into his meat-lover's pizza. Enjin bounces his leg, and a light wave of anxiety washes over him. He really needs a cigarette. "Gris—"
"I'm not upset, if that's what you're about to ask," he sighs as he leans back into the couch. Enjin can tell that the gears in his head are turning. He's searching for the correct answer, but Enjin doesn't want correct; he wants real.
"Be honest with me. I want to hear what's going on, Gris." Enjin sets the rest of his pizza down in the box and wipes off his hands with a napkin. He tries to make himself comfortable, but his shoulders are tense, and he can't help but chew on his bottom lip. Gris notices, because he always does, and scoots closer to Enjin, taking his hand.
"It's hard for me to describe, honestly. I hate that you felt the need to hide this part of you from me." Gris pays extra attention to the rings that are tattooed on his fingers and rubs his thumb over them. "Gob is a part of you, Enjin. He's all over you, and I can accept that, but I can't help but feel like I'm overstepping."
"Overstepping?"
"Maybe that's not the right word." Gris pinches the bridge of his nose and then removes his hand to tap each finger with his thumb. He's just as anxious as Enjin is. "I don't wanna feel like I'm competing—"
"You're not—"
"Let me finish." Enjin closes his mouth with an audible click and tries not to shrink in on himself. Gris pulls himself closer, and Enjin can't help but hold him, pressing him securely against his chest and placing his chin on top of his head. "I know I'm not competing with Gob. I also know that there are parts of you that only he's seen. Parts of you that I wish I were there to witness, both the good and the bad, believe it or not." He nuzzles closer into Enjin's chest. Enjin tightens his hold. "You don't have to tell me about everything, Enjin. I don't care about that, but I want to see all of you." Gris lifts Enjin's hand and kisses his ring finger, and that moves Enjin in a way he can't bring himself to describe. "I want you all to myself. I want to get to know you."
"And you will," Enjin assures, kissing the top of Gris's head. "You have me all to yourself, Gris. I've never even been in a relationship like this. I've never committed myself so fiercely to one person in this type of way, but I'm here. It's new, and it's scary, but it gives me an adrenaline rush that's better than anything I've ever experienced. I…" Enjin swallows thickly. "I will always love Gob, but he was meant to come and go as he pleases; that's what made us work at the time. But, Gris, you're forever." Enjin moves his chin from the top of Gris's head, allowing Gris to look him in the eyes. He notices the way tears threaten to spill, and it's almost enough to kill him. He feels a rise of panic start to attack his heart. "Did I say something wrong—?"
"You said everything right," Gris breathes, surging forward to plant the sweetest kiss upon Enjin's lips. He stills for a moment and then melts into the kiss. It's so pure, so safe, so natural. It's so them. They separate, breathless, leaning their foreheads against each other. The sun has set, and nothing but the moon shines upon the pair. Enjin grins at the way Gris smiles lovingly at him. He's so damn lucky.
"You know, I have a surprise for you." Enjin's smile grows so wide that he's sure he looks like the Cheshire Cat. Gris perks up and smirks at him.
"Oh?" Gris positions himself to lie back on the couch, pulling Enjin onto his lap. Enjin giggles as he straddles Gris, loosely folding his arms around his shoulders.
"I've always wanted to give you a private show, as a thanks for taking care of me. I mean," Enjin leans into Gris's ear and lowers his voice into something more seductive, "You've just been so good to me." Enjin lives for the shudder that he feels erupt from the other man. The way his breath quickens. More importantly, the way he can feel the obvious bulge in Gris's pants. He tugs at his earlobe and giggles. "I think Miss Jin wants to come out and play. You'll let her, right?"
"Yes…" Gris whispers, gripping onto Enjin's hips in a way that makes him want to take him right then and there on the couch, but Enjin has plans for his man. He quickly plants a light kiss on his lips and stands up, looking down at how pliant Gris has become.
"I'm gonna go get ready. Wear something nice for me, yeah?"
Gris nods, and Enjin giggles at the urgency Gris displays as he makes his way to the bedroom, Enjin following a couple of steps behind him to retrieve his things and get into drag.
"You can take my bathroom, I'll change in the guest one," Gris rushes as he promptly picks out a dress shirt and a pair of slacks.
"You sure?"
"Absolutely, it's supposed to be a surprise, isn't it?" Gris turns to him, face flushed bright red. Enjin smirks and walks over to him with a light swish of the hips. He leans in and kisses his cheek.
"And a surprise it will be."
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Jin stares at her reflection in the mirror with a smirk. She looks stunning, as always. Her blonde hair drapes over her shoulders, the layers mimicking the swirls of her tattoos. She eyes the way her snug, wine-red gown hugs her curves just right, and especially giggles at the slit that showcases her leg so nicely. She puts on her gold hoops and sprays the perfume that Gris got as a gift. Just because. She lets out a low whistle.
"This Rose of No Man's Land is no joke," she hums as she sprays some more of the scent on her pulse points. Jin sets the perfume down and cracks her neck from side to side to let out some stress. She sighs and gives herself one final determined look.
"Oh, Grissy," she sings, "You're sitting in that chair I set up, right?"
"Yeah, I am. Are you thinking about tying me up or something?" Gris jests. Jin's eyes darken in the reflection, and she bites her lip at the thought.
"Not tonight."
"What?"
"Start the music!"
The second Miss Jin hears the sweet, sexy melodies come from the living room, her persona is in full effect. She saunters out of the room and drapes herself against the wall.
"Hey, handsome," she calls for Gris, and he answers with a stunned expression, mouth agape, and a fierce blush creeping up his neck. He looks lovely, dressed in one of his finest dress shirts, a neatly put-together tie, and black slacks. She can see that he's already half hard. Jin smirks as she struts towards Gris, relishing in the way his eyes climb up her body until they finally lock onto hers. The tension is thick, palpable, and delicious, and if Jin were a more patient woman, she would happily sit in it all night.
She's never given a private dance before, not even to the kindest of men, but Gris isn't like other men, and she can't help the way her body buzzes with excitement at how attentive he is. She notices the way his eyes track every hair flip, every sway of the hips, and even the way she licks her lips. The music consumes her as the past's memories dissipate, and the only important man is the one glued to his seat, itching for a taste of Miss Jin.
Jin twirls around to the back of Gris's chair and props her leg onto his thigh, the gold anklet catching Gris's attention. A sickly sweet smile crawls onto Jin's face as she threads her fingers through his hair and tugs, eliciting a gasp from Gris. She leans in, making sure their lips merely brush, never interlocking, breaths intertwining.
"Are you enjoying the show?" Jin purrs, and she swears she can hear a whine bubble up in the back of Gris's throat.
"Yes."
"You like how I take care of you?"
"Yes…"
"You can touch me," Jin permits, giggling at the way Gris's hand begins to trace up her ankle to her calf in a repetitive motion.
"Can I kiss you?" Gris pleads, as if a kiss would answer his prayers. Jin is deeply fond of this obedient man who sits before her; she almost caves, but that would ruin the rest of the night. Some things are meant for the bedroom.
"Not yet," she coos as she retracts her leg from his hand and gently removes her hand from his scalp. The song nears its end as she makes her way back in front of Gris. She hums curiously as she looks down at him, and then decides press the toe of her heels delicately onto Gris's bulge. She snickers at the way he bites back a moan and thrusts up. "Oh? Someone's needy."
"Please, Jin… I need you." Gris's puppy eyes pierce the very center of her soul. She needs him just as badly, if not more, than he needs her. Jin removes her heel and promptly grabs his tie.
"Come on, pretty boy, let's take this to the bedroom," she demands. Gris perks up at her tone. It's like a spell washes over him, the way he gets up with no complaints. A deep feeling of arousal stirs within Jin as she guides him back to the bedroom like a dog on a leash. She'll never get over this feeling of power that Miss Jin has over Gris. It's much different than the little playthings that she had in the past. The ones who came to her to forget about their everyday troubles. No, this is true devotion that goes both ways. Gris is at Miss Jin's beck and call, just as she would do anything to ensure his happiness. She wants to be extra thorough tonight. It's what he deserves; he deserves the best.
And Miss Jin is the best.
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The second they enter the bedroom, it's go time. Miss Jin gently pushes Gris onto the bed, and he falls with ease. He shimmies up to his pillows, staring up at her like she's the reason why the moon shines so bright at night. She's going to make sure he takes everything she has to give.
"Keep your eyes on me," she orders, and Gris obeys, looking at her with all of the wonder in the world. She takes note of how painfully hard his dick is through his slacks and tries her very best to keep it together, at least until the real show begins. She slowly begins to remove her dress, starting with the straps, then shimmying out of the tight fabric. The look on Gris's face is priceless.
"Is that the lingerie I bought you?" Gris marvels, his eyes trailing down the pieces of red lace that adorn her body. His heated gaze causes her dick to twitch in her panties; partially hard, barely hidden behind the thin fabric.
"It's your surprise, you like it?" Jin crawls onto the bed, stalking towards Gris like he's her prey. She eyes the way his Adam's apple bobs, and hums so low that it sounds like purring. She pays attention to the way his breathing quickens into pants as she climbs on top of him, kissing along his neck before positioning her lips over his pulse point and sucking on it. All Gris can do is let out soft moans, and Jin loves it; she craves more of it as she begins to palm his erection through his pants.
"I— fuck. You smell so good. Is that—" he is swiftly cut off as Jin nips at him, smiling against his skin as he moans grow louder as he starts to thrust up into her palm. So needy, so cute, and all hers.
"You're mine, right?" She asks, trying to hide how desperate she is behind some sense of authority. She's never felt so possessive over one person, but when she watches his eyes glaze over and feels him twitch underneath her hand, Jin can't help but want to keep him forever. She sounds crazy, doesn't she?
"Yes…" Only a little bit of petting, and his voice already sounds trashed. He's perfect. Jin is very fond of this man, who is slowly sinking deeper into her control. It's taking everything within her not to cut the foreplay short and wreck him on the spot. Patience really is a virtue.
"And I'm yours, so this is how tonight is gonna go down," Jin begins as her hand trails up to his belt. She slowly undoes the buckle and toys with the waistband of his boxers, "You're gonna lie down, relax, and let me do my job, ok?" Gris eagerly nods, and Jin chuckles, reaching for his length, giving it a few lazy strokes. "Words, handsome."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy." Jin feels Gris shiver beneath her from the praise, gradually chasing after Jin's hand with each stroke. Her eyes wander from Gris's longing eyes to the fucked up tie that is still annoyingly around his collar. She makes swift work of undoing it, sucking her teeth at those damn buttons. The moment she lets go of his shaft, a low whine bubbles up from the man, and she giggles. "No complaining, I'm just gonna undress you a little. I need access to all your areas." She wiggles her brows and stifles a laugh as Gris huffs in vague annoyance. "Go ahead and get your ass out of those pants for me."
They make quick work of Gris's clothes. The process is a bit rushed, maybe even a little sloppy, but both of them are eager to get on with the next step. Jin keeps the shirt on, albeit unbuttoned, deeming it "unbearably hot" to see how disheveled Gris looks. His blonde hair splays on the pillow in different directions. His face and chest are incredibly reddened with desire. Jin begins to massage his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples, rubbing tight circles around the buds, earning her a chorus of soft moans from him. He feels him thrust into her own clothed dick, and she bites back a moan. She needs to feel him. All of him. She tugs on the waistband of his underwear, a small wave of impatience prodding at her already lust-filled mind.
"Take these off for me, pretty boy, and hand me that hair tie," Jin says as she leans back on the balls of her feet, leisurely sliding her panties off as she fixes her gaze on the timid way Gris takes off his boxer briefs. It's charming, really, the difference in personality when he's taking care of Jin versus when he's the one being taken care of. She feels saliva pool in her mouth as Gris reveals his thick length for her. Jin giggles at the way he averts his eyes once he hands her the hair tie that was sitting on the dresser. Jin quickly puts her hair up, never removing her eyes from that precious face.
"No need to be so shy around me, Grissy. I've seen it all, remember," she sighs as she rubs her thumb around her tip, smearing the pre-cum around before lazily stroking herself. She lifts her other hand gracefully, with a pleasant smile. "Suck these three fingers for me? I want them real nice and wet for you." And oh joy, isn't Miss Jin's loverboy just the most obedient little thing? The way he gingerly takes one, two, three fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit. Jin can't help but softly moan at how amazing he's doing, the way he looks up at her, waiting for praise. Jin releases her grip around her shaft and retracts her fingers from Gris's mouth with care. "You always take such good care of me. Look at how wet you got these; that means you deserve an award." Jin can't help but laugh a little at the way Gris lights up. "Lay back down for me, I need you in my mouth," and Gris does just that. Jin positions herself between Gris's legs. She contemplates whether or not she should be as sweet as Gris was this morning. The memory of him kissing up her shaft fills her with delight, but then—
"Nah."
"What— oh." Gris gasps as Jin takes hold of his shaft and licks from his balls up to his tip, savoring the drops of delicious pre that drip onto her tongue. Her predatory gaze locks onto his doe-eyed one.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
Perfect. Just perfect. Jin pushes her tongue against the flushed, swollen head, drinking up Gris's groan and the way he tries to push his hips up before Jin shoots him a look. Gris whimpers and Jin smiles as, in a matter of seconds, that beautiful, thick, heavy dick is all the way down her throat. This is heaven, it has to be. She'll quit smoking right now if she can spend her days with something so weighty and perfect sitting on her tongue. This is doing wonders for her oral fixation. She loves the way it pulses in her as she starts to bob her head up and down, planting both her hands on her lover's hips, digging her nails into them, and living for the moan she gets in response. Gris always did love a little bit of a markup on that chiseled body. Something about ownership. Jin's right hand moves to massage his balls as she continues to go down on him.
"Oh, Jin, you feel so amazing. You're so amazing— shit." Gris moans as Jin starts to circle her finger around that puckered hole. And the noise he lets out when Jin finally sticks just a finger in? Hair-raising. The way his usual gruff groans climb up to the most mouthwatering moans is enough to make Jin's eyes start to roll back and flutter shut, letting out the most lewd moan as she grinds her hips into the bed, her dick jerking so hard she swears that she might blow her load before they can even get the real party started. She inserts another finger, and Gris happily accepts it, his back bowing ever so slightly. The third finger was never needed, but just for fun—
"Jin!" Gris cries out. Jin lets out an amused hum and slides his dick out with a nice pop!
"Yes?" She slurs, drunk on Gris and also because she's a little shit who loves messing with him. Gris stares at her with wide eyes as she lazily pumps her fingers in and out.
"You—"
"Me? I? What do you need, baby?" She grins at the way Gris pouts and bites back a whimper.
"Just… please get up here. Please?" That's all she needs to prop herself above Gris, a couple of pieces of hair dangling over his face. Gris reaches up to her cheek, and Jin can't resist the urge to nuzzle it, so she doesn't. She's only human and has already denied Gris far too much.
"Yeah, I got you, big guy, don't worry your perfect, pretty little head about it. Just hook your legs around me," Jin says in a softened tone, and suddenly everything feels so real. She looks down at Gris, who is staring at her with all the love in the world. He's perfect. The outside stressors melt away, and it's just her and Gris in this gorgeous bedroom, which he has invited her into. In this wonderful home that he's opened up for her when he could've slammed the door shut. How can she ever deny him? She begins lining herself up, looking at him with all the love and adoration spilling out of her. "You ready?" Jin checks, and the way Gris smiles at her is enough to break her apart and put her back together again.
"For you? Always."
It's not fair. He's too perfect with all his vulnerabilities, flaws, and willingness to forgive Enjin for all his dumb shit. It's not fair.
"Ok… yeah, ok," Jin nods as she finally starts pushing inside, feeling the way his walls part for her, feeling the slight resistance as she's only halfway inside, the tightness making her bite her lip so hard that it threatens to break skin because fuck, he feels incredible. "You're doing so good for me, baby. Just relax." She watches the way Gris's eyes grow hazy with pleasure, and she feels the way he surrenders himself to her completely, and it's like a breath of fresh, fucking air the moment she brings their hips closer together. She leans down and plants a lazy kiss on Gris's lips, and he accepts by opening his mouth and allowing her to slither her tongue inside. The kiss is messy, growing sloppier with each roll of the hip as she works her way inside of Gris until she finally bottoms out and they moan into each other's mouths. They separate, and they touch foreheads, grinning at each other like idiots.
"Good job, it usually takes you a bit longer to take everything," she teases.
Gris snorts and rolls his eyes. "Jin, move."
"Roger that."
And oh, does she move. Steadily, deeply, lovingly. Each roll coaxing out more and more moans from the pair. She loves this. This patient shit, maybe it's worth it if she can see the way Gris's body grows slack and how his eyes threaten to shut. But he keeps them open so he can continue looking at her. It's the little things that Jin notices that make her fall deeper in love with him. That's what really gets her going as she picks up the pace, but she never resorts to snapping into him. Tonight requires a gentler touch, something slower, smoother. Today is a day of relaxation. She plants another kiss on him and trails her kisses around his jawline, finally landing on his pulse point where she had sucked on earlier, paying extra attention to the mark. She can feel Gris's hands roam her back, tracing each detail of her tattoos, and that makes her feel so loved. So loved, and cared for, and worshipped. Jin feels the way Gris clenches around her, evoking a soft moan out of her. The slow drag of her movements became addicting, coating her in this feeling of true bliss that she's never given herself the luxury of knowing. Jin feels Gris tighten his hold around her, his panting growing heavier, shuddering with each thrust. She isn't far behind as her hips begin to stutter, moving with reckless abandon as she presses deeper into him.
"Where do you want me?" She sighs, unlatching herself from his neck, and she gifts him with a soft kiss on the cheek as his moans grow louder.
"Inside."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Kiss me, please." Yeah, who the hell was Jin to deny Gris anything? The kiss is sweet, simple, and easy. It makes her heart ache with need as her thrusts grow sloppier. It doesn't take long for her to fall apart, a choked moan escaping her as she releases inside of him. She reaches for Gris's twitching length and gives it a few loose strokes.
"Come on, love, let go for me," she moans into his mouth as the feeling of overstimulation starts to overcome her with each movement. With one final tug, Gris comes undone, arching his back and letting out the most beautiful moan as cum paints his chest. Absolutely breathtaking. Fuck, she's never leaving him. They take a moment to gaze at each other, their breaths finding their natural rhythm once more. With a joint exhale, Jin unsheathes herself from Gris and rolls over onto her back, starfishing beside him.
"Wow," Gris breathes.
"Yeah, wow," Jin agrees, staring up at the ceiling, the memories of the day flooding back into her. Wow.
"That was amazing," Gris says in a dazed state. Jin can't help the mischievous grin that cracks onto her face.
"'Cause my dick game crazy, right—" THWACK "Oooow did you just whack me with a pillow?"
"You ruined the moment," Gris grouses, holding the pillow in a threatening manner. Jin huffs with a smile and raises her hands in mock defense.
"Ok, ok, I surrender. Lemme make it up to you. How about I cuddle you while we take a nice bubble bath?" Jin persuades with a shit-eating grin. Gris slowly lowers the pillow and gives her a pointed look.
"You get up first."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it."
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The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
"Jazz?"
"But of course, my dear Rubion, I'm a lady of romance, after all."
"A lovely lady, you are," Gris hums as he relaxes into Jin's chest. Jin instinctively wraps her arms around Gris's front, sighing as the warm water soothes her muscles, melting away any of the previous concerns that she was having. Gris takes hold of her bicep and gently caresses it. "Thank you." Jin raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"For what?"
"You know, for being you. You're amazing."
Jin's eyes widen, and she quickly averts them before Gris can look at her. She feels her ears heat up and starts nibbling at her bottom lip as she blinks back tears. "You keep doing that," she huffs.
"Doing what?"
"Saying sweet things knowing it's gonna make me cry."
"Is that a bad thing?"
Jin pouts and gently knocks her temple against his. He always does this. Saying the sweetest things that tug at her heartstrings, pulling her apart like it's easy. How did she ever get so lucky? "It's an amazing thing." Jin plants a soft kiss on his cheek and tightens her hold. She's never letting him go, even in death, she's holding onto Gris Rubion, and that's final.
"You sure you didn't wanna take off your makeup and wig before getting in here?"
"It makes me feel pretty," she plainly states. Gris smiles softly at her and kisses the corner of her mouth.
"You always look pretty." There he goes again.
"You're trying to kill me."
"I'm trying to love you."
"Same thing."
Gris snorts and shakes his head fondly at her. Jin gifts him a warm smile. She's very grateful for everything. Grateful for her friends, family, Gob, and now, most importantly, Gris. She hopes Gob is somewhere painting the sky with the brightest of colors, telling the most enchanting stories about disaster, love, and life. She hopes Gob is happy for her. Proud that she finally realized that she is worthy of something as tender as taking a bubble bath with the one you love.
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly