Night Kiss

by E. T. Malinowski

  She smiled. “It pleases me greatly to see you sharing the credit with your friends. Too many people in this industry would not be so honest and humble. I will be having lunch with Min-su dongsaeng and Jong-in dongsaeng as well. I like to get to know people individually before conversing as a group. People act differently when with others, and it can be difficult to gauge what kind of person they truly are. I trust Soon-joon-nim’s judgment; however, I do not rely solely on it. He said you were a good man, and I can see he was right.”

  ChenBao caught Ki-tae’s proud smile and had to hide her own. She could see their qi swirling around them, reaching out to wrap around each other. Jin-woo was, indeed, one of those rare humans who could be a Vampire’s xuè huǒbàn. Ki-tae was truly blessed by both the Gods and the Ancestors. It only needed the ritual and the binding of Jin-woo to Ki-tae to be a complete partnership. The question then became whether Ki-tae would willingly complete the ritual, and if he would reveal things to Jin-woo before he did so.

  Once she assisted Ki-tae in resolving his romantic dilemma, she could then turn her focus to not only her other two grandchildren, but her child as well. She would not stand by and see Táozi spend the rest of his years alone. ChenBao smiled. Romance and love was a wonderful thing, yet the men she knew continued to mess it up. To be honest, the women of her acquaintance didn’t do that great of a job with relationships either.

  HanYin

  HANYIN SHUFFLED through his papers, the words playing through his head as he tried to work out the melody. The beat was clear, but the melody was giving him issues. He hummed a couple of different tunes, but none of them seemed to fit. He’d tried just writing, but that wasn’t working either. He needed to hear it outside his head, and the best place to do that was in the instrument room. He nibbled on the tip of his finger as he kept walking. HanYin grunted as he encountered something warm and solid. Strong hands caught his upper arms, preventing him from falling on his ass.

  “Whoa there. Are you okay?”

  HanYin shivered at the sound of Jong-in’s voice. “Please keep talking.”

  “What?”

  “Uh.” Heat filled his face, and HanYin took a step back, looking everywhere but at Jong-in. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m okay,” Jong-in said quietly, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. “Where were you going?”

  “The instrument room. I’m having some trouble with a song,” HanYin said absently, staring at the page in his hand. Then it struck him. “You wouldn’t like to help me out with it, would you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. I mean, your voice is… amazing… and your ear…. I could use someone else’s ear,” HanYin said, feeling hope blossom in his chest when Jong-in didn’t immediately try to leave. “I was able to lay the beat track, but the melody is not quite right and it’s driving me nuts.”

  “I suppose I could give it a listen,” Jong-in said.

  HanYin smiled at him. Impulsively he grabbed Jong-in’s hand and ran to the instrument room. This was the first time since filming Jong-in had voluntarily stayed in his presence, and he wasn’t going to waste it. He didn’t even mind the chuckles that followed them. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t run through the building before.

  When they reached the instrument room, HanYin let go of Jong-in’s hand and closed the door behind them, then flipped the switch for the In-Use light and locked the door. It wasn’t an overly large room, but it was built with soundproofing and didn’t have any distracting features, such as a window where people could watch others working inside. HanYin didn’t like being watched while he worked. It made him uneasy, especially when he was working on something personal. He ran to the piano. After setting the pages of lyrics on the music stand, he turned back to see Jong-in still by the door.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, I just haven’t been in this room before.” Jong-in made his way over to the piano. HanYin sat down and patted the seat next to him. Jong-in looked hesitant; HanYin thought he might decide to leave. He was surprised when Jong-in sat down. He pulled out his phone and ear buds, handing one to Jong-in. Inwardly he smiled because it meant they had to sit closer together.

  “I put the beat on my phone so I could hear it while I worked on the melody,” he said as he queued the track. He hit Play and then put his hands on the keys. As he played the first melody, HanYin glanced over at Jong-in. His eyes were closed, and HanYin could see he was actively listening to the music. Jong-in was so beautiful, and he smelled delicious, an earthy aroma. His fingers stumbled as his gut clenched with Jong-in’s scent. He glanced over and saw Jong-in’s eyes still closed. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed the little stumble.

  “This is a ballad?” Jong-in’s voice caught him by surprise.

  “Yes, a bit of a sad one.” HanYin looked down at his hands sliding over the keys. “About loving someone and not knowing how to tell them how you feel, or even if you should.”

  Suddenly Jong-in put his hands next to his, on his, guiding them to different notes. He gasped, feeling the simple contact throughout his body. HanYin couldn’t breathe. He’d never responded to someone so quickly before, never let anyone close enough to touch before he was ready. Yet with Jong-in, it was… right that he should touch HanYin whenever the desire struck him. HanYin wanted that, wanted to give him that permission. He looked away, feeling the blush in his cheeks.

  “This is awkward. Hold still,” Jong-in muttered as he rose. He moved the piano bench out with little problem, even though HanYin was still sitting on it. When he moved behind the bench and stopped right behind him, HanYin tensed. “Scooch forward a little.”

  Not knowing what he was up to, HanYin did what he asked. He nearly lost it when Jong-in sat back down, straddling HanYin from behind. He couldn’t move, didn’t dare to. He was pressed against Jong-in from ass to shoulders, and it was short-circuiting his brain. His hands trembled on the keys until Jong-in covered them once more.

  “The words are sad but hopeful,” Jong-in said, right next to HanYin’s ear, torturing him with sound and touch as his breaths caressed the delicate whorls. His personal space was completely compromised, but HanYin couldn’t and wouldn’t have changed it for anything. He’d probably kill anyone who tried. “It has to have some lighter notes to show that hope. The beat track starts out slow but picks up a little at about midverse. There’s where the melody can go to major, not too powerful, though. You don’t want to change the energy.”

  “Hm,” HanYin said, listening with only part of his brain. The rest of it was focused on the delicious sensation of Jong-in pressed against him from behind, a particularly favorite position of his.

  “HanYin-a?”

  “Hm?” HanYin turned to look at him, tilting his head up slightly. He got caught in Jong-in’s eyes, the heat there, the intensity of his gaze. That look, so hot, sent his body into high speed. He whispered, “Please kiss me.”

  Jong-in

  THERE WAS no way Jong-in could resist the plea in HanYin’s voice. He wasn’t strong enough, not pressed up against him as he was, not feeling HanYin in his arms finally. He took his fingers off the keys and, cupping HanYin’s face with one hand, wrapped the other around his chest. He took his lips slowly, brushing back and forth until HanYin opened with a whimper. Then he swept his tongue deep into HanYin’s mouth, turning the whimper into a full-fledged moan. The sound vibrating against his lips only heightened the delicious pleasure that was kissing HanYin. HanYin gripped his wrists in his strong hands, but he didn’t push Jong-in away. He only held him closer.

  He wanted skin. He had to feel HanYin’s skin beneath his hands. Still kissing, Jong-in slowly bunched up the fabric of HanYin’s shirt until there was bare flesh beneath his fingers. Pressed so close, he felt HanYin’s entire body tremble at the first contact and growled as his cock jerked in his pants. He rolled his hips, pressing against HanYin’s ass tucked firmly between his thighs, only to feel HanYin press back. Jong-in wanted… so much. He pulled his hand from beneath HanYin�
��s shirt and reached for the buttons, undoing them as quickly as the trembling would allow. They had to part to breathe, and he savored the way HanYin was panting. HanYin added his hands on the buttons, and soon the shirt went flying… somewhere. Jong-in pulled his shirt up and over his head, and it went the way of HanYin’s. Flesh against flesh, Jong-in leaned his head down and licked HanYin’s shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin. He nipped and kissed his way up the side of his neck, growling when HanYin tilted to give him more access.

  “Yes, more, please more.”

  He ran his hands over all the exposed skin, catching HanYin’s nipples and pinching them. HanYin cried out, tossing his head back and digging his fingers into Jong-in’s thighs. So beautiful, he was so beautiful in his passion. Jong-in wanted to know what he looked like when he came. He didn’t care if it was right or wrong. He wanted to give HanYin more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before. He wanted to ruin him for anyone else but Jong-in.

  “You want more?”

  “Yes,” HanYin panted. “I want more… with you.”

  “HanYin.”

  “Please, Jong-in,” HanYin whimpered. “Don’t stop. Feels so good when you touch me.”

  Suddenly Jong-in stood up, taking HanYin with him. He kept his mouth on his shoulder as he gripped his hips and pushed him around the piano. He grabbed the longish hair on the back of HanYin’s head, pulling his head back so he could kiss him again. He kept a hold of him as he worked the button and zipper on HanYin’s pants. Jong-in could feel his cock pressing against the fabric, hard and insistent. He savored the whimpers each brush against that hot flesh brought from HanYin. He growled when the zipper caught, and then it gave way, and he wrapped his fingers around HanYin’s cock. The hiss of pleasure was so worth it. He was going to do this. He was going to make love to HanYin, and damned be the consequences.

  HanYin

  OVERLOAD. HANYIN was in sensory overload, and he still had clothes on. He pushed his pants down and off, hands trembling with each stroke of Jong-in’s hand on his cock. God, it felt so good to have someone touch him again after so long, but he wanted more than Jong-in’s hand. HanYin reached back and pressed his fingers against Jong-in’s still confined cock. It felt huge. He managed the zipper and snap—wonderful invention, snaps. Silky heated steel filled his palm. HanYin caught himself against the piano as Jong-in shoved him forward. He dug his fingers into HanYin’s hips, teased between his cheeks, and then stroked his opening and pressed deliciously against it.

  “Yes,” HanYin whimpered as he shivered and parted his legs as wide as he could before leaning farther over the piano.

  “I….” Jong-in’s hot breath puffed against the back of his neck. “I have no….”

  “Don’t stop,” HanYin almost cried. He’d never been so aroused in all his long life. He felt as if he would burst into flame any second. He needed Jong-in inside him, one with him. “Please don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to,” Jong-in whispered, his breath a lot lower than it was before.

  HanYin’s eyes went wide, and he bit back a scream as Jong-in speared his warm, wet tongue into him, moving it in and round his anus, working the muscles, preparing him. HanYin shook violently, biting his lip and tasting blood. Only one man had ever rimmed him before this, and it had definitely not been as good. He couldn’t have said which way was up as Jong-in pushed and licked and teased him. Then he added his fingers, and HanYin couldn’t stop his scream. He clawed at the piano even as he pressed back against Jong-in’s mouth.

  Then it was gone, and HanYin whimpered in protest, dropping his head to thunk against the piano. Jong-in buried his fingers in his hair and pulled his head up, stinging just enough. Jong-in took his mouth, claimed it, as he pressed his cock against HanYin’s ass, parting the guardian muscle slowly, making HanYin feel the stretch just the way he liked it. He curled his fingers into Jong-in’s hair as he accepted his tongue into his mouth, stroking it with his own.

  Jong-in covered him completely, pressing him down as his cockhead finally pushed through. The stretch, the burn was perfect, and HanYin pushed back against it. Jong-in kept thrusting forward, barely giving him time to adjust until he was fully seated inside HanYin, hips flush with his ass. He paused, panting heavily in his ear. He wove his strong fingers through HanYin’s, and HanYin almost cried at the sight of their hands entwined. Was there hope after all?

  “HanYin,” Jong-in whispered, his voice husky and low, filled with concern.

  “You feel… so good inside me,” HanYin said. “So tight and deep, perfect.”

  “HanYin.”

  Jong-in gently kissed the back of his neck, up the side, and along his jaw. HanYin turned to meet his lips, cupping Jong-in’s face.

  “Please… love me.”

  There was so much more to his plea than sex, but HanYin didn’t want to think about that, at least not yet. He wasn’t ready. He just knew he wanted Jong-in, wanted him to move, to feel him sliding in and out of his body, bringing them both incredible pleasure. He whimpered at the withdrawal, feeling empty for the briefest moments before Jong-in slid back into him. Jong-in nibbled his flesh, bringing stinging pleasure. He canted his hips slightly, feeling as well as hearing Jong-in’s groan.

  Jong-in

  SWEAT SLICKED their skin as Jong-in stood up, gripping HanYin’s hips, and set a steady pace. Every other stroke pressed hard against HanYin’s prostate, forcing a grunt of pleasure, a moan, a whimper. Jong-in could see the tremors shake his body, awed that he brought such a response from this beautiful man, awed he was even in this position. He wanted to make this so good for HanYin, but he wanted to see his face. He pulled out, drawing a cry of protest from HanYin, but he simply spun him around until they were face-to-face.

  Jong-in saw the passion, the emotion in his eyes. He pounced, claiming HanYin’s mouth once more, lifting him at the same time. HanYin wrapped his lean legs around his waist tightly and twined his arms around Jong-in’s neck, participating fully in their kiss. Jong-in held him with one arm, guiding his cock back to HanYin’s entrance. He pulled him down onto his shaft, swallowing HanYin’s moan. Tight, he was still so tight and hot.

  Jong-in pulled back, staring into HanYin’s eyes. He slowed the pace, watching every emotion dancing across that beautiful face. They stared at each other, panting, quivering with the pleasure flowing through them just from being connected, joined. HanYin cupped his face, still staring into his eyes, and slowly rolled his hips, He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, letting it slide out slowly as he continued to move on Jong-in. Wrapping both arms around HanYin’s waist to hold him securely, Jong-in moved to meet each downward movement of HanYin’s hips. The only music filling the room was the sound of their moans. Jong-in took a few steps forward, bracing HanYin against the piano. He dropped his forehead to HanYin’s shoulder, the feel of breath against his skin adding shivers to the pleasure wracking his body.

  “So perfect,” he murmured, barely able to get the words out.

  “You feel so good,” HanYin whimpered softly. “Jong-in… faster.”

  Jong-in turned once more and dropped to his knees, then laid HanYin on the floor. He bent one leg, keeping HanYin’s thigh hooked high over his hip as HanYin unlocked his ankles from around Jong-in’s waist. He leaned down and took one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he thrust faster, deeper. HanYin cried out, arching his neck and holding Jong-in’s head to his chest. Heat surrounding his cock, the press of HanYin’s firm body beneath his, the scent of their sex in the air, Jong-in took it all in, savored it, changing the angle to hear more of HanYin’s sweet voice raised in pleasure. He left nipping bite marks in his wake as he sought HanYin’s mouth once more. He reached his goal, growling softly when HanYin bit, a sharp pain stinging his lip. Jong-in chuckled at his aggression, enjoying the thrill it sent through him.

  Too long had he denied himself this pleasure, this connection with another person. No, not with another person: with HanYin. With anyone else, resisting had be
en easy, but HanYin was different. HanYin made him feel things he’d never felt before, made him want things he knew better than to want. But this moment, right here, making love with HanYin, he would never regret it. He would never regret the joy he felt at HanYin’s pleasure, at knowing how much he pleased his lover. If this was all he was ever going to have, he was going to make it impossible for HanYin to love another without thinking of this moment.

  HanYin

  HE HAD been alive for well over five hundred years. In all that time, HanYin had never had anyone who made him feel this way. He gripped Jong-in’s back, lifting his hips to meet each thrust into his body. He didn’t even register the taste of Jong-in’s blood in his mouth as more than an added pleasure buzzing along his nerve endings. He never wanted this to end. He wanted to spend forever tasting the line of Jong-in’s jaw with the tip of his tongue, feeling the weight of Jong-in pressing him into the floor. He loved that sensation, of the strength. It took everything he had not to bite when HanYin ran his lips down along the line of his neck.

  “Your eyes,” Jong-in whispered. “So beautiful, glittering silver.”

  “So deep in me,” HanYin murmured, wrapping his arms around Jong-in’s neck once more as Jong-in slid his fingers up his back and curled over his shoulders from behind. Each thrust was harder than the one before, driving him forward, making the pleasure knot and pull inside him. HanYin would never complain. He wanted it, wanted Jong-in, wanted to hit that precipice and fly in Jong-in’s arms. He wanted Jong-in with him when he did.