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“Dude, you can’t be serious,” Jake huffed, crossing his arms as he walked. Heeseung followed distantly behind him, though, they were talking loud enough that everyone in the hall could hear.
“Can’t I just have a bit of fun? Do you always have to ruin everything?” Heeseung scoffed, throwing his hands out to his sides. Jake spun around and glared, tongue in his cheek. He would never admit it, but the younger looked kind of cute like that—all mad and stuff.
“Me, ruin everything? You, ruin everything! You’re such a… a—” He watched as Jake’s eyes darted from his own to a spot over his right shoulder. The other’s mouth closed and his expression deflated, arms uncrossing. That look, he knew, meant the members were near, having just finished their comeback stage mere seconds ago. Heeseung was still out of breath, adrenaline rushing through his veins, clouding his judgment.
“A good performer?” He cooed, getting all up in the shorter boy’s face, “Yeah, I know. If I hadn’t done that you would’ve gotten any attention. No charisma, no looks, no talent.” Of course, what he said wasn’t true but he knew it would hurt like a bitch.
Jake’s eyes grew cold again, hands shooting up to grab a fistful of Heeseung’s collar. He looked so angry. So passionate. So overcome with emotion. If this was him sparking up, burning like gasoline on asphalt, then Heeseung wanted to watch the fire soar, higher and higher. He wanted more. Setting Jake off was his favorite hobby, constantly pushing and pulling, and he should’ve known that one day they would snap.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jake hissed, tugging at where he had a hold on him. It fanned the flames within his chest and they scorched a path up his throat. There was no stopping it—no control.
And, like an oil spill, the carnage spread from Heeseung’s lips throughout the space around him, leaving not a single spot untouched, “What? Are you gonna make me? What’re you gonna do?” He laughed in Jake’s face and watched intently as the younger boy’s jaw clenched, “You wouldn’t dare—too much of a pussy to even thank me for what I did out there.”
“You didn’t do shit for me! All you did was fuck things up!” Jake shoved him but walked toward him still, hands curling into fists. Heeseung stumbled backward from the push into Jay who rushed to get between them, holding up his hands in a placating gesture.
The truth was, Heeseung did something he wasn’t supposed to. He changed the choreography on stage with no prior warning. It wasn’t really something he thought about. It was more just a spur-of-the-moment decision. One second he was back to back with Jake and the next, they were face to face, foreheads bumping as they harmonized. Heeseung’s hand slid to the other boy’s waist, hugging him close. Jake’s hands had jumped up but frozen mid-air.
It was no secret that they had chemistry on stage. The fans all saw it. Why else would there be endless amounts of explicit content about them online? Why else would Heeseung do something like that—if not to please the fans? If not to piss off Jake?
It was also no secret, at least—to Heeseung and the other members, that Jake hated the fan service. He always acted so sweet and gentle with Heeseung on stage but off of it, there was not a trace of kindness left. All that was left was only hostility and hatred. Usually, their cat and mouse relationship was kept within strict boundaries but it was always fun to see how far Jake would let him take it. And this time, he may have gone too far. However, he would not be backing down now.
The arguments weren’t new. It was new that Heeseung kind of wanted something different from the younger boy—a new type of reaction . He wanted more passion and more fire and more satisfaction. Maybe he’d spent too much time reading and watching said explicit content online. Maybe he’d just gone crazy. Either way, his cravings were real and they were so, so strong.
Strong enough, it seems, to make him do something like that—a choice that would absolutely, without a doubt get him chewed out by management. He’d been prepared for it since he left the stage.
Heeseung was not prepared for the shorter boy to push past Jay and lean up to whisper in his ear, “Midnight—The kitchen. If you don’t show up, I’ll drag your ass out of bed.” Jake straightened and walked by him, knocking their shoulders together in the process.
Another rush of adrenaline coursed through him. He dropped his head to stare down at the floor, still breathing a bit unevenly. That request from Jake could mean a thousand different things. What the fuck did he even want? A hand slapped down on his back and Heeseung jumped, turning around to search for the culprit.
“Way to go, Hyung. You really put a nail in the coffin this time. At this rate, he’s really never gonna talk to you again.” Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, sighing, “At least try to get along. It’s been two years and you guys still hate each other. It’s getting really hard for the rest of us to deal with you both acting like this, right?.” At his last word, he glanced behind himself, waiting for input from the other boys.
“It makes me really sad, Hee Hyung… I just wish you two would get along.” Niki played with his fingers, stuttering a bit. It was hard to see their maknae so upset but he wouldn’t be able to fix this even if he wanted to.
Heeseung and Jake hated each other from the beginning and nothing would ever change that. Heeseung was hot-headed and sharp-tongued whereas Jake was short-tempered and petty. It only made sense. It was slightly unfortunate since they were colleagues and all, but completely bearable. Besides, it was worth it. Seeing Jake all worked up gave Heeseung a sense of gratification that made everything—every fight, every insult, every fucking bit of it— so, incredibly worth it. He was a starving man and pulling Jake’s pigtails alleviated his hunger.
“It's just frustrating when you two turn such happy moments into something so tense,” Jay chimed in from behind, stepping up to Heeseung’s side. “What did he say to you, by the way?”
Heeseung paused for a moment before smirking, “He invited me to eat ramyeon together.”
Honestly, if he was being completely upfront about it, he was bullshitting them completely. He really had zero ideas as to what Jake wanted from tonight or what they would even be doing. Normally, he probably wouldn’t even show up but the small threat the younger made at the end of his demand left little room for defiance.
Midnight. The kitchen. And then what?
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Standing in the doorway of their kitchen, with only one sole light on by the stove, Heeseung studied the younger boy where he sat at the table. His elbows were propped up, fingers laced, chin brushing against his thumbs. His gaze was weighted with an eerie calmness that got Heeseung’s heart pumping in thuds that made it suddenly hard to breathe.
Flashbacks to the filthy words that lined his phone screen barely an hour ago played in his mind’s eye. Endless stories and videos of Heeseung bending Jake over and holding him down—fucking into him. He schooled his face into something bored, trying to keep his thoughts hidden as his imagination was dragged into the gutter, against his will.
They were alone and in the dark. In all the time that they’d been a part of Enhypen, they had not been alone together. The last time, and only time, they ever were… It ended with Heeseung on the ground, Jake’s hands around his throat, and iland trainees ripping them away from each other. He still remembers how he went limp in the younger’s grasp, sparks of electricity shooting down to his core, blood rushing to his cock. He’d thought about it nearly every day since then. Maybe a small piece of him wanted Jake to lose it again. Maybe that’s why he always berated and belittled him so much.
“Sit,” Jake ordered, waving a hand at the chair opposite him which had already been pulled out. He’d been waiting.
Heeseung rolled his eyes but complied, wanting to get this over with. He didn’t want to talk but, he obviously really didn’t have a say in the matter. He folded his arms on the small table as Jake leaned back into his chair, legs spreading. Heeseung’s eyes paused on his lower half for a split second, it was barely even a glance but when he looked up—he knew he’d been caught.
A snarky smile and a laugh. Jake carried himself tonight like he knew he would win. He was acting like he had an advantage of some sort.
Heeseung shifted in his seat, growing nervous. Why should he be? Who was Jake to make him feel like this? Maybe Heeseung needed to put him in his place. He opened his mouth to say something dumb or rude or flippant but Jake beat him to it.
“You’re going to shut your mouth and listen. Every time you interrupt me or talk back I’m going to do something you won’t like,” Jake said, tone neutral. Usually, when they spoke, Jake was always seething. It made Heeseung a bit uncomfortable to see him so… indifferent.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Heeseung scoffed, shaking his head. He braced his hands on the table to stand but never even made it off the chair.
“Wrong answer.” The heel of a shoe ground onto his cock and he gasped, doubling forward. He made a small, pained noise, breathing deeply from his nose to calm himself, temple pressed onto the hard, wooden surface of the table. Jake cooed, mocking the way he had done the same thing earlier this morning. “You’re going to sit there and be good or I’m going to make you regret it. How the rest of tonight goes is up to you—either you behave and I reward you or you’re bad and you get punished. Got it?”
“Yes,” Heeseung exhaled, still struggling to make sense of the situation or how they even got to this point. This was not where he thought they were headed. This was not what he thought was going to happen. He thought they’d argue a bit, maybe throw a punch or two. He wondered if there was something about what he’d done on stage today that caused this. Was what he did really so bad? “Jake—”
“God— Shut up, already,” Heeseung snapped his mouth closed, slowly lifting his head. He was too aware of the fact that Jake’s shoe was still resting on his crotch, although, no longer applying pressure. The younger’s eyes were still just as detached when he met them again but, the furrowed line of his eyebrows gave away his annoyance.
“I get it, you like making me mad—it gives you some sort of sick rush— am I right?” Jake didn’t even let him reply, “Well, that’s gonna change now. You’re gonna get everything you need from being my bitch.”
“What?” Heeseung sneered, grimacing. The shoe on his cock ground down again, the fabric of his sweatpants bunching up around it. He cried out, hands flying down to grab Jake’s foot, not sure whether he wanted to push it down or yank it off.
“You heard me. Now, stop,” Jake instructed. Heeseung wanted to disobey him so badly but a bigger part of himself wanted to give in—to see where the other boy would take this. He listened, removing his hands and letting them fall to his sides.
Jake smiled— actually smiled— reaching a hand across the table between them to ruffle Heeseung’s hair where he was still partially bent over. The other boy had only ever smiled at him when they first met, but it’s been so long since then that he feels like maybe he was sent back in time. Maybe he was sent to an alternate universe where they actually ended up as friends. Jake’s eyes were crescents, lips quirked up, “Good boy, Heeseung.” He murmured, no honorifics to be found.
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. He hummed at the sensation of slender fingers carding through his hair. It made him want to break something. What was happening to him?
“See? It’s better if you listen.” Heeseung’s cock gave a weak throb from where it was trapped under the shoe. Maybe it really was better this way. He felt so warm and satisfied— more than he’d ever felt throughout the years of fighting. Fuck this day and fuck Jake for doing this to him. He wanted to scream or cry or submit. Quite possibly, he’d do all three.
Jake removed his hand and he opened his eyes, feeling the raw desperation on his own face. He knew Jake could see it. Heeseung looked down at his legs and let out a feeble half-sob-half-sigh. The younger boy rubbed his foot down again and he quietly whimpered, eyes stinging with tears of confusion, frustration, and neediness. He needed Jake to do something— help him—make him feel good. He wanted Jake to smile at him again.
“Heeseung, look at me,” Jake said, “I need you to do exactly what I say, alright?” Heeseung nodded dumbly and felt warmth rise to his cheeks because of it. Jake smiled again, but smaller this time—just a tease of what Heeseung could have, “Take off your clothes.”
“Huh?” He gasped, beginning to shake his head. He shouldn’t have. Jake pushed his foot down so hard, Heeseung almost saw stars. “Ah—”
“Don’t be a brat,” Jake hissed, dropping his leg back to the floor. He sucked in a breath of… relief? Disappointment? All he knew is that Jake looked like everything he’d ever wanted laid out in front of him and really, he was so willing to make a fool of himself to get it. He shakily lifted his shirt, bleary eyes waiting for approval.
Jake nodded encouragingly, eyes licking heated stripes up the bare skin of Heeseung’s abdomen. He felt the muscles in his stomach quiver in anxiety and anticipation, lifting his shirt off fully. He looked back to Jake for further instruction.
“I said take off your clothes,” Jake raised an eyebrow, “All of them.” Heeseung froze, mouth hanging slightly open. Jake had to be kidding. Surely he was—
Jake stood, walking around the table to stand at Heeseung’s side, towering over him. The other boy grabbed his chin, tilting his face up, “Don’t you want me to help you? You’ve got a big problem there.” He reached down to grab at Heeseung’s bulge, squeezing. Their faces were so close, breath mingling between them.
“Jake…” Heeseung whined, falling back in his chair, head hanging behind him. He spread his legs, giving Jake silent permission to do whatever he wanted.
“Not so tough now, are you?” The other giggled, petting Heeseung’s cheek, thumb swiping under his eye, “You’re just my big, dumb baby, right?”
Heeseung felt his eyes tear up out of embarrassment but he’d already decided to go along with whatever Jake asked of him. He nodded, bottom lip jutting out. He’d never felt so pathetic in his entire life. The other boy had reduced him to such a mess with only a few touches and smiles. How was he going to survive this?
“You’re gonna be good for me, right Heeseung?” He asked.
“Yes, Jake. Anything.” He whispered, truthfully. At this point, he’s sure he really would do anything the other boy asked.
“Oh? Is that so?” Jake smiled devilishly, “Well in that case, why don’t we pick up where we left off? Take off your pants. Now.”
Heeseung slowly stood, waiting for any sign of disapproval from the shorter boy. There were none. The chair made a sound as it scooted backward, legs dragging against the tile. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of both his sweats and his underwear. Exhaling, he yanked them down and stepped out. His cock was hard and an angry shade of red from the harsh treatment it received minutes ago.
Jake’s stare painted zigzagging lines across his chest and pelvis, pausing for a second around his hips only to continue down his legs. When he looked back up, Heeseung was already waiting, lips pursed, and a cheek blown out. He needed directions because, suddenly, there—in front of Jake—he felt so lost. He needed to be told what to do. He didn’t want to make a mistake. He didn’t want to act out. He wanted Jake to keep touching him.
“Wait in the living room—on the chair by the window,” Jake ordered. Then, he spun around and left. He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. Heeseung immediately panicked, his heart sinking. Jake left him— He left.
Heeseung did as he was told anyway, still nervous, tummy churning with fear. What if this was all some mean trick?—What if Jake was going to leave him here all night? He bundled up his clothes, walking through the living room—cold and naked. His cock bounced with each step and it made shame course through him. He really was Jake’s bitch.
Sitting down on the cozy chair by the far wall, next to the window, Heeseung waited. Hours ago, he’d sat in this exact spot just… with clothes on and shit. It was his chair. And now, every day for the rest of however long they’d live here… Heeseung would remember this moment and the humiliation (and desire) that came with it each and every single time he sat in this spot.
He placed the bundle of clothing over his hard cock, covering it. If anyone but Jake walked out right now he’d be done for. He blushed. He wasn’t the type of guy to blush or get shy but right now he was shaking with it—the shyness. He’d never been in this kind of situation before. He’d only ever fantasized about this—about Jake.
It was a guilty pleasure of his—to read smut or watch videos of him fucking the younger and to get off to it. He’d done exactly that probably every night since the holidays, last year, when he’d first discovered it. Heeseung was a dirty pervert. The person he (supposedly) hated was also the person that always made him cum the hardest during his little jerk-off sessions. If Jake ever found out… Heeseung would be done for.
Speak of the devil— because Jake showed up just then, a black backpack strung over his shoulder and a smirk playing on his lips. Heeseung blushed again, furiously. He looked down at his legs, a shiver running through him when he remembered just how naked he was.
“I gotta say, I expected you to be harder to break,” Jake laughed into his hand, slowly approaching. He stopped just in front of Heeseung, their knees brushing, “You’ve been so good for me, little kitty.” The younger’s free arm came up to push his two-toned hair back from his face before smiling sweetly down at him. Meanwhile, Heeseung bit down on his lip to keep from enthusiastically agreeing.
What has Jake done to him? He was supposed to be in charge. That’s what happened in every fanfic he’d read—every porn clip he’d watched. Not even one left him in this position. He had no clue what to do.
“Look at you, waiting so patiently for me,” Jake’s tone was dripping with a sickeningly sweet honey, suffocating Heeseung with the amount of affection being dumped over him. It was like a drug—Jake’s attention. Normally, he was only ever on the receiving end of negative attention and it was enough. Or… it used to be enough. Because the tenderness he was being shown now was a much, much stronger drug. The kind that takes you to heaven and back. He would never get tired of craving it.
Heeseung ducked his head, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap. Jake’s bag dropped to the floor, into his field of vision. It made a rattling noise like it was full of clutter. Heeseung’s heart leaped. What exactly were they going to do?
“I’m gonna reward you, kitty,” Jake said it casually, crouching to unzip his backpack. His cock twitched underneath the ball of clothing hiding it. He pulled out a bottle of lube and two little fluffy things that Heeseung couldn’t identify.
When he stood up, back to his full height, Heeseung shivered. Jake looked so big like this, staring down at him, and he was trembling with excitement.
“Close your eyes,” Jake smiled at him so softly, that he couldn’t not listen. He heard rustling and the sound of something being set down on the table. He flinched when Jake’s fingers carded through his hair, gently brushing the strands away from his face. Heeseung held his breath, anticipation making him want to whine. He was acting so unlike himself but he couldn’t stop.
Something else combed through his hair, latching on with a click. He didn’t dare open his eyes in fear that Jake would leave him for real. Another click. Two clips in his hair. His eyebrows drew together, puzzled. A moan from the other boy is what did it for him. He opened his eyes, needing to see Jake’s face.
A dark gaze was leveled on him, jumping from Heeseung’s hair, down his body, and back again. He reached a stuttering hand up to feel the top of his head but only made it halfway before Jake swatted his arm, reaching into his pocket for something.
His phone. Jake was holding his phone up, aiming the camera at Heeseung’s upper half. Instinctively, he hid his face in his hands, a panicked whine slipping through his lips. Humiliation flooded his bloodstream, carrying it straight to his dick. He was somehow still hard and it was only getting more uncomfortable and unignorable.
Jake laughed at him, teasingly, using one hand to rip Heeseung’s hands away from his face. He struggled to hide himself again and jake growled in frustration, snapping, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll leave. Sit pretty and pose.” He lifted the phone back up and Heeseung hesitantly followed his command, eyes brimming with unshed tears. He tucked his hands back down at his sides, lifting his face properly. He still didn’t know what was in his hair and now he was vulnerable, exposed, and it was being captured in photographic evidence.
The shutter of the camera and a second moan from Jake brought up another raging blush to his cheeks. The camera went off again. Three more times. “If I knew you were such a slut I would’ve done this years ago,” Jake mumbled, reaching down to tear Heeseung’s clothes away from his lap. He leaped to retrieve them but the other boy shoved him back into the cushions of the chair, hard. His head smacked against the backrest, knocking the wind from his lungs. He shut his eyes, giving up. The camera sounded again—with flash. His cock twitched.
A giggle came from above him and then a weight settled on top of his legs, trapping him in the seat. Heeseung chanced a look up at the boy, the tears he’d been holding back finally spilling over his lashline and down his cheeks. He was getting frustrated. It’s been too long since he’d been touched.
Jake cooed, wiping at the wetness on his face. When he stopped, sitting back on Heeseung’s legs, his smile grew, “Wanna see?” His heart skipped and he nodded frantically, oh so curious about what Jake had put on him and what kind of nasty pictures he took.
The phone spun around, screen right in front of his face. The light stung his eyes a bit but once they focused, he simply stopped breathing.
Heeseung looked like a wreck. Teary eyes, blush spreading all the way down his chest to his cock. The flash had illuminated the light sheen of sweat on his body. Perched on top of his head, were two black cat ears, blending in with the unruly locks of his dark hair. Little ribbons and bells were attached at the base of each one. Worst of all, though, was his expression; so utterly desperate and mortified. You could tell everything he was feeling right from the way his eyes squeezed shut and his lip quivered.
He turned his face away, regretting giving Jake so much power that could never be revoked. The other boy would always hold this over him. He would never know peace again.
“Don’t act so scared, baby!” Jake said it a bit too loud and Heeseung rushed to quietly shush him. The other boy did not seem to like that. It was evident in the way he gripped Heeseung’s face, leaning close, “Was gonna say I wouldn’t show anyone if you behaved. But you’ll be good for me, won’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight…” Jake grinned, continuing, “That you’ll never be able to get off without me after this. You’ll beg me to step on you again.”
Heeseung’s eyes rolled back, remembering the feeling. The boy in his lap laughed again, “You want me so bad. I can see straight through you, Heeseung. You think I haven’t noticed just how easy it was for you to follow my lead? You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”
Heeseung turned to stone in an instant. He shook his head slightly, trying to save himself from the situation. Jake couldn’t find out. He couldn't—
“Oh, kitty. Wrong answer.” Jake stood up again and stepped back. The small smile he sent Heeseung was by far the most concerning thing to happen tonight. His expression screamed victory. He crouched down to pull something from his bag but this time, it was a bigger object. It was, to be exact, Heeseung’s laptop.
“Jake…” He whispered, a bad feeling settling into his chest, “Please tell me you didn’t…”
“Oh! So you were hiding it then. How long did you think you could keep this a secret?” Jake placed the item down on the end of the coffee table behind him, flipping the screen open. Heeseung, in a daze, fell to the ground in a rush to get to his computer. His knees ached from the impact. He was too late, though.
A tweet was displayed on the screen. It was from an explicit Engene Twitter account.
D @NfswEnhypen
Jake would look so pretty like this. Just imagine how he’d sound.
The video below automatically played, low moans floating from the speakers. It was a man in Jeans, cock slid down one pant leg. He was grinding up into the fabric and after a few seconds cum soaked it, dripping down his thigh.
About fifteen more tabs were open, all with videos or smutty stories about Jake or Jake with him. Before he’d gone to see the other boy tonight, He’d fucked into the tightness of his fist. He came all over himself and swiped the mess up onto his fingers, dipping them into his mouth, licking them clean. It was bliss.
This… This was not bliss. This was enough shame to make him consider leaving the group. This was guilt so heavy he couldn’t suck in any oxygen. This was his breaking point. If Jake’s goal for tonight was to break Heeseung beyond repair then he’d succeeded. He’d won.
Heeseung started to cry. Pathetically. Sitting on his heels he braced his hands on the carpet in front of him, nails digging into it. Hushed sobs wracked his frame, head hung as he cried. He was so embarrassed. His hard-on was definitely gone at this point and he didn’t even care. He wanted to lock himself in his room and never come out. He wanted to disappear. He wanted this day to have never happened.
“Show me,” Jake challenged, kneeling beside him.
Heeseung, incredibly disoriented, tried to gather himself together. Jake’s words spun around and around in his brain and yet he still couldn’t make sense of them. Show me. Show him what?
“Go ahead, Kitty. Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me. Thought you were a good performer?” He whispered, lips grazing Heeseung’s ear. He shivered, hiccuping on a few more small cries.
Jake wanted to keep going. He wanted to watch Heeseung. It felt like a bad case of whiplash. He’d thought for a terrifying moment that Jake had done this all to get back at him for this morning—that this was all just a set-up to ruin him. He turned his head in a stuttering movement, almost afraid to face the other boy but he needed to see Jake’s face. He needed to know if he was serious about this. Heeseung hoped he was serious. He… still wanted Jake.
“Y-You… still want…” He had trouble finding the words, too overwhelmed to think. His tone was soft even to his own ears. It was a wonder Jake even heard him.
“You look the prettiest when you cry, Kitty. See how hard you made me?” Jake took hold of his hand and shifted it to the front of his sweatpants, pressing Heeseung’s palm down against his erection, “Now, you’re gonna watch these videos and show me how you do it when you’re all alone. You said you’d do anything for me, didn’t you?”
Heeseung eyed him warily, hand shaking on the front of the other boy’s pants. He’d already come this far. He had already been exposed and possibly blackmailed. He already confessed to too much. There was no going back so either they move forward or Heeseung calls it off.
He turned back to his laptop, watching the video end only to start all over again. He had it memorized—seen it too many times not to know every single detail about it. Heeseung moved the hand that was on the other boy to his, now soft, cock. He palmed himself slightly, nervously waiting for any sort of reaction from Jake. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Good boy, Heeseung. At least you know what’s best for you,” Jake giggled but there was a sharpness to the sound that ate him up inside. He wished the other would do it again because it hurt too good. Everything about Jake hurt too good. His cock throbbed again, erection quickly coming back to life.
He didn’t want to watch the video anymore, though—not when he had the real thing next to him, hard and wanting. He turned back to Jake, gaze roaming the other boy’s face, catching on his lips and staring.
“Look at you… poor little Kitty. You really can’t get off without me anymore, can you?” Jake leaned in to brush their noses together, fingers coming through the short hairs at the back of Heeseung’s neck, “Too bad you didn’t listen. I was gonna let you touch me, even.” The younger was furious now, expression flashing with aggression. Fear spiked in Heeseung’s chest, anxiety making his heart begin to race.
The hand that was lovingly carding through his hair yanked it now, pulling him from the floor, “Bad kitties get tortured, Heeseungie— Did you know that?” The same hand shoved him into the chair again, letting him fall back against it. Heeseung started crying again—not from the pain but—from how badly he wanted to touch Jake and the fact that he’d just ruined any chance of that happening tonight.
Jake bent over him, hands gripping the armrests on either side of him, “When I’m done with you— you’re not even gonna be able to move,” He glared coldly down at Heeseung, pinning him to the seat with pure intimidation. Realistically speaking, Heeseung was stronger than him but… he couldn’t make himself resist—he didn’t want to. There was nothing in this world that could make him deny Jake anything he wanted.
He must’ve zoned out a bit because he received a swift smack on the cheek before his chin was tugged up until he was nose to nose with Jake again. He whimpered, too much happening too fast. The pain from being hit was still registering so he missed what Jake said to him afterward.
A growl reached his ears and he flinched, making himself as small as possible. The same hand that gripped his chin slid down to his neck, wrapping around his throat. Heeseung gasped, realizing a beat late that he was being choked. Choked.
His cock was fully hard again, leaking onto his stomach. He whined but no sound came out, his mouth hanging open dumbly. Drool dribbled out of his mouth and down to his neck, falling onto the other’s fingers. He could breathe but with difficulty, Jake’s fingers squeezing on either side of his throat, palm applying slight pressure. A rush of pleasure shocked through him.
Shame burned in his gut. He was bigger and stronger in every way and yet here he was, at Jake’s mercy. In every other universe, Heeseung should’ve been in charge but, as Jake reached down to pinch one of his nipples, he thanked every God imaginable that he wasn’t. It felt too amazing. His hips were thrusting up wildly, searching for any friction he could get. There was none to be found. It didn’t matter, he might cum anyway.
He might actually cum. His hands, which were resting at his sides before, shot up to grab at Jake’s wrist. Not to pry him off but to warn him. It didn’t work. He whined again. No sound came out. He tried to grab at Jake’s shirt. The other didn’t stop. Heeseung saw white.
For the first time in his entire life, he came without touching his cock. He came from being choked—from having his chest played with. His release splattered his chest, reaching up to his neck where Jake’s hand still rested, no longer squeezing. Heeseung panted, cries leaving his lips before his mouth was covered, head slamming back into the chair.
“Shut the fuck up, stupid cat,” Jake hissed, eyes shooting daggers into him, “That desperate are we? Couldn’t hold back?” He didn’t let Heeseung answer. He couldn’t even catch his breath to answer anyway, eyes unfocused and blurry, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
There was a split second of nothing and the Heeseung was being tugged up and shoved back down, face first. He collapsed over the back of the chair, head lolling forward over the back of it, cheek colliding with the chilled glass of the window. His hands found purchase on either side of his head. His sensitive cock pressed into the cushions, overstimulation making him dizzy.
He felt Jake climb onto the chair behind him, clothed cock grinding into his ass. He draped himself over Heeseung’s back, the younger boy’s chin falling just shy of one of his shoulders. It didn’t matter because, at the end of the day, Heeseung was still under his control. He shook with sobs, hot breath fogging the glass.
“Actually—Go ahead— Touch yourself,” Jake laughed into his shoulder blades, teeth nipping at the skin. Heeseung, still in a daze, couldn’t process his words or what he even meant. He’d already finished. He came. There was no need—
A hard smack landed on his ass and he yelped, inching forward, away from the impact. Jake growled again, fingernails leaving imprints on his hips, “I said…” He leaned up to whisper into Heeseung’s ear , “Touch your fucking cock— or I’ll never touch you again. What do you think? Wanna see if I keep that promise?”
“N-No— No, please!” Heeseung begged, shaking his head as best as he could with his face pressed to the window. Hopelessness grasped at his heart, more tears welling up and promptly spilling over his eyelashes, “I-I’ll be good! Please, Jake—” His syllables slurred together, every word spilling over into the next. He brought a hand beneath him, blood rushing back to his fingers after being held up too long. Hesitantly grabbing his dick, he winced. It was too much. It felt too good. It hurt so much.
His mind floated away, listening intently to the way Jake whispered, “Dumb Kitty needs me to tell him what to do, right? You’re too stupid to make any decisions. I’ll help you…” Heeseung nodded, barely aware of what he was agreeing with, too lost in the pain and pleasure mixing every time he stroked his cock, legs shaking with the sheer effort of keeping himself lifted enough to reach. His cock twitched weakly, leaking. He was growing hard again and the wet slide of his fingers, messy with cum, made his cries louder.
Jake started to rut his hips forward, chasing his own release, groaning lowly into the back of his neck. Each sound from him drove Heeseung closer and closer to full hardness, his second orgasm approaching faster than the first, hand sliding frantically up and down his cock. He whimpered out a helpless, “Jake!” And was met with a hand on the back of his head, shoving his head harder into the glass and a mumbled ‘Shut up’ in his ear.
Jake’s thrusts grew more forceful, pushing his body forward on every rut. The bells on Heeseung’s head jingled each time, reminding him of just how whorish he looked. The cat ears were sloppily clipped to his hair and no doubt slipping from their spot on the top of his head.
Jake groaned, long and drawn out, hand pushing down so assertively on his head that his neck ached painfully, “Come on kitty,” Pants huffed over the muscles of Heeseung’s back, Jake’s hard-on dragging against his ass. It almost felt real. He could almost imagine the younger using him here, in the living room, fucking his cum into Heeseung’s hole.
He held onto that fantasy and replayed it a dozen times to bring himself even closer. He moaned, high-pitched and breathy, “Fuck— Fuck me, please! Please Jake—P-Please!”
“Yeah? Kitty wants to be bred, huh? Good boy… I’ll fill you up next time, don’t worry, Baby,” Baby. Next time. Jake called him Baby. They would do this again. He was Jake’s baby. He moaned at his rapid thoughts, rutting his hips forward into his own fist and backward into Jake’s cock simultaneously. Heeseung’s eyes rolled back just before his orgasm, catching a glimpse of the stars in the rainy night sky before he saw prettier ones behind his eyelids.
He settled limply against the couch, arm shifting out from underneath of him. He all but deflated, breaths coming in quick bursts, trying to catch a glimpse of Jake through the dim reflections in the window. Jake, however, was still moaning behind him. The hand on his head disappeared and Heeseung Craned his neck back to get good a look at him. He could barely move without the dizziness overtaking him but he tried his best.
Jake had his pants pulled down around his upper thighs, jerking himself off, eyes trained on his body. His other hand came down on Heeseung’s ass again, kneading reddened flesh and spreading his cheeks apart. A throaty moan ripped from the other boy’s chest as he came all over Heeseung’s ass and back, cum dripping between his cheeks and over his hole.
He moaned, himself, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of being marked— owned. Fingers swept up the cum before it dripped down from his balls to the couch, and came to a stop in front of Heeseung’s face, “Here, Kitty… Your reward. Cats like milk, right? Lick.” Jake ran them over his bottom lip before dipping them into his mouth. He lapped at the other boy’s fingers, cleaning them of his cum, humming in satisfaction.
When they, too, disappeared, Heeseung made a noise of frustration. He wanted Jake back. He wanted to be taken care of. He thought, for half a breath, that Jake was going to hug him from behind but he only leaned forward, reaching his hand past Heeseung to the window. In the fog from Heeseung’s pants, he drew a heart with his pointer finger and then bent down to peck him on the shoulder.
The next few minutes were a blur of cleaning and overthinking. Heeseung, at some point during the time they had been together tonight, had developed some sort of crush—or maybe he already had one… but that wasn’t the point. The point was, he wanted a real kiss and he wanted Jake to come to bed with him.
Too busy working himself up into a panic, he’d zoned out—still naked, watching Jake put away the lube they never used and his laptop which was now dead.
He snapped back into himself when Jake brought his hand up to Heeseung’s hair, removing the cat ear clips. The younger then ran the back of one hands over his left cheek, testing the temperature, “You’re still too warm, come on.”
He followed Jake into the kitchen to get an ice pack and then followed him into the bathroom with said ice pack held to his cheeks, alternating the side every few seconds. They brushed their teeth in silence, the door shut and locked behind them. Heeseung was still naked.
By the time they reached Heeseung’s room, he was overthinking again, wondering if it would be a bad idea to ask Jake to stay. He didn’t have to, though, because when he opened his bedroom door, the other followed closely behind him. And he didn’t have to ask for a kiss either, because when he sat on his bed, Jake leaned down to lick into his mouth with a tender laziness not meant for an enemy. Maybe they weren’t enemies anymore. Maybe they were something else.
When they laid down, Jake made himself the big spoon, directing Heeseung into the fetal position on his side. Heeseung felt loved and protected and safe and— scared. He was scared because he wanted them to be something else.
And so did Jake, apparently, because with one last kiss pressed to the back of Heeseung’s neck he mumbled a confession.
“I don’t want to fight anymore.”