Day 8 - Making Out
That evening when Zen entered Jumin’s hotel room using the extra key card the executive had given him, he saw the heir on the phone facing the window. Quietly he shut the door, trying not to disturb. He considered leaving when the conversation went on for a few more minutes but then he could hear Jumin ending it abruptly.
“Thank you. Goodbye.”
Oh oh. Even though his tone of voice seemed neutral enough, Zen knew by now that something was said that clearly made him upset. Jumin turned and gave him a smile when he saw Zen, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. The heir sat down on the bed loosening his tie and beckoned the actor to him, who obliged.
“Want to talk about it?” Zen asked while Jumin pulled him on his lap.
“No.” Without hesitation, Jumin kissed Zen, moved his hands to bury them in his hair, putting a bit of pressure on his head to feel his lips more. Zen hummed happily, sparks shooting through his body every time Jumin adjusted himself.
Soon he got pushed down on the bed and Jumin followed right after, mouth chasing his. He felt those hands grab his hair a little too hard, teeth clashing against his own painfully, tongue pushing into his mouth with too much force and it was overwhelming. Each time he pushed back a little, clawing at his shirt, Jumin drove himself further like a frenzied animal.
It was becoming a battle and normally Zen welcomed it, desired to fight for domination, but this was a duel that arised from the wrong reasons.
“Jumin, stop. Hey!” He held Jumin’s shoulders, forcing him to hover over Zen. He didn’t like using his strength against Jumin, but it was the only way to get him to get his attention. Jumin looked at him, bewildered, annoyed at the interruption, tried to move away. The actor gave him zero room to escape and Jumin sighed deeply, plopped his head on Zen’s chest as he admitted defeat. Mumbling, he let out his frustrations about a bad deal his workers couldn’t handle.
“Sometimes I wish people would stop lying. It’s tiring.”
Zen ran his hand through Jumin’s hair, petting him as the man rambled on a bit. Jumin always acted like nothing was a big deal but inside he was a big ball of complex emotions and Zen was embarrassed to admit it took him a while to see that. Sometimes the big corporate executive needed a bit of coddling to open up. Zen kissed the top of his head, feeling black hair tickle his noise and tried not to sneeze.
“Whether you like it or not Jumin Han, I’m going to tell you exactly what I think.”
Grateful dark eyes looked back at him and the smile was genuine now. Jumin initiated the kiss again with just as much force as before, but his caresses were softer, his lips now moving perfectly in sync with Zen’s. He felt a tongue brush against his lower lip and he let out a soft sigh, allowed Jumin back into his mouth, feeling fire pulse through his veins whenever their tongues wrestled.
His own hands were stroking Jumin’s face, his neck, his head and he felt skillful fingers run over his clothes, slowly loosening them. Something familiar pressed against this thigh and Jumin smirked at him, back to being that cocky, confident businessman.
“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful. Handsome. Dashing.” Zen blushed something fierce. That smooth little shit.
He flipped them over, letting Jumin know exactly how he felt as well and gave him another deep, passionate kiss while tossing his tie on the floor.