TW: MOAR HATE SMUUT~~~

Title: ~Hot~

The dark-haired man regarded Sjin with hostility as he dragged his eyes over Ross’ body, the elevated rise and fall of his chest the only perceivable reaction to Sjin’s eyeballing.

‘What do you want, Sjin?’ Ross asked with venom after several moments of tense silence, a smirk playing on the brunettes lips as his eyes finished their path, locking with Ross’ own. 

‘Nothing much, Ross. Just… Checking things out.’ Sjin quirked his eyebrows, eyes narrowed as he took a couple of steps closer, his footsteps echoing the only sound.  He stopped mere millimetres from Ross, looking up through his eyelashes at him. Much to Ross’ irritation, at these close quarters it was obvious his reaction to him. The way his breath hitched just as little as their eyes locked, the sheen of sweat on his brow, it wasn’t difficult to tell. Even Ross couldn’t deny that as much as he despised the moustached Architect, he was very, very attracted to him, and Oh, didn’t Sjin know it. In fact, not only did he know it, but he used it to his every advantage. Ross didn’t agree with what he wanted to do on the build? A quick hand on his thigh changed that. Ross argued with him? A flick of his hair and a well-timed crouch was enough to distract him sufficiently, and he hated it. He hated being so animalistically drawn to him, so dependent on him, but there was nothing his could do. Sjin trailed a single finger down his shirt-covered chest, the toned muscles rippling as he shivered at his touch. His Addams apple bobbed down his stubbly throat as Ross swallowed hard, blinking as he tried to control himself. 

‘Everything alright Ross? You look a little… Hot.’ The words dripped like honey off Sjin’s tongue, he knew exactly what he was doing. Ross frowned and loosened his collar a little, a deep blush fading on his jawline. 

‘Fine.’ Ross said through gritted teeth, a trickle of perspiration on his temple dripping down the side of his face. Resisting the urge to wipe it away, he stood strong, trying to distract himself from what was fast becoming a more than uncomfortable situation.

‘Oh, Ross- Let me get that.’ Sjin chuckled to himself as he leant over his shoulder, catching the drop with the tip of his tongue. Ross snarled as he attempted to walk away, but Sjin was quicker. He only took a step or two before he was abruptly pulled back by his tie, dragged around to face his captor. Ross put his head back, glaring down at Sjin, the strip of fabric still in his hand.

‘What?’ He growled, wrenching his tie out of Sjins hand. 

‘Why’re you so quick to be off, Ross?’ Sjin asked, a dark smile playing on his lips.

‘Why’re you so desperate for me to stay?’ Ross shot back, eyebrows raised.

‘Well…’ Sjin whispered darkly, circling Ross. ‘Something tells me you know the answer to that one.’ 
Ross voice choked in his throat as Sjin’s fingertips trailed down his body, biting his lip. Every cell of Ross’ body screamed ‘fuck it’ as he fell on Sjin, pushing him against the freshly-built wall with a loud bang as his lips found the brunettes. He hands pinned Sjin’s hands above his head, his teeth sinking into Sjin’s bottom lip as the brunette whimpered, a tang of metallic blood on his tongue. He drew back and the two wordlessly exchanged thoughts. Sjin’s eyes were dark, his tongue darting out to catch the blood on his lip. Ross barely paused before diving straight back in, his lips forceful against Sjins, not that he was complaining. He rolled his hips against Ross’, drawing a deep moan from the taller man, and a whine from Sjin. Ross pushed back against the pressure, pinning Sjin even harder against the wall. Sjin whined louder, craving contact. Ross smirked through the kiss, pushing himself closer to Sjin, his thigh against his crotch. Ross lips soon left Sjin’s and travelled down his neck, nipping hard bruises against his skin, the purple marks already visible. Suddenly, Ross drew back and let go of Sjins wrists. Holding eye contact with him, he put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him firmly down to kneeling position. Fiddling with his trousers, he pulled down his trousers and boxers, gasping as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. 

‘Suck.’ He commanded, his voice a mere growl. Sjin gladly obliged, a dark glint in his eyes as he took as much of Ross’ length in his mouth as he could, a throaty moan ripping through Ross’ chest as moist warmth engulfed his cock, every inch of him trembling with pleasure. Sjin ran his tongue along the underside of him, relishing Ross’ hitching breath and trembling legs, arousal coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach with every movement of the brunette’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Ross gripped the wall behind him, trying hard to stay on his shaking legs as he came, hard, stars exploding behind lidded eyes, sparks and fire coursing through his veins. A number of expletives tumbled over his lips as he sank to the ground, his legs finally failing him. Sjin stood above him, eyes dark and lips pursed as he regarded him.

‘Enjoy yourself there?’ Sjin asked, mockingly cheerful.

‘Oh fuck off Sjin, you’re trying to tell me you didn’t?’ Ross said, nodding towards his own straining pants. 

‘Not saying I didn’t’ Sjin crouched in front of him, moving forward to whisper in his ear. ‘But that wasn’t what I asked, was it?’ Ross shuddered at his breath on his ear.

‘Well, anyway, we’ll have to do it again sometime’ Sjin smirked, quirking his eyebrows at Ross, who looked ready to pass out.

‘You’ll be lucky’ was Ross’ only reply, leaning his head back against the wall behind him. 

‘Like I said, we’ll have to do it again sometime’ Sjin chuckled, poison dripping from his words.