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CHAPTER AND KINK INDEX

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 1: Feminzation and body worship- Seongjoong

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 2: Bondage/Shibari, Coming untouched and sensory deprivation- Woosan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 3: CNC, dirty talk- Hyunlix

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 4: Hyung kink- Jaywon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 5: Dacryphilia, Exibitionism, Belly bulge-  Taegyu

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 6: A/N

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 7:  Butt plugs, Creampie - Woosan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 8: Dubcon, Stalking - Jakehoon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 9: Dom/Sub, Overstimulation - Yeonbin

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 10:  Oral Stimulation, Mind break,- Hyunlix

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 11: Praise/Degradation, Knife play  - sunkii

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 12: Thressome, double penetration - Heejakehoon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 13:  Ritual Sex- Seongjoong

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 14: Obejectification - Woosan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 15: Somnophilia, SexToys/Strap on - Jakehoon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 16: Bitching, forced orgasm - Yungi

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 17: Collaring, light bondage - Minsung

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 18: Supernatural, non-con - Jaywon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 19: Sex work, Brat taming-  Taegyu

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 20: Daddy kink, Lingerie - Seungcheol

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 21: Marathon Sex, Edging, Fucking machine- Woosan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 22: Succubus - Minwoo

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 23: Intoxication/Drugs - Seungin

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 24: Sexting Nudes/Teacher student - Hyunlix 

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 25: Hypontism, Breeding Kink  - Seongjoong

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 26: Souding - Heejake

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 27: Blind folds, Mirror Sex - jongsang

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 28: Omegaverse, pet play - Jaywon

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 29: Roleplay - Minsung

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 30: Knotting, Aftercare

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 31: SURPRISE

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Seonghwa hadn´t worn this much pink since the group did that promotion with nacific, and that was a long time ago.
The clothes weren´t ugly or unwelcomed, they were simply a surprise.
The white fishnets and garters hugged his legs in a way Seonghwa never expected, the short barely covered his ass but it did well in highlighting the curve of his waist, the ruffles at the hem of them were a nice detail, and finally, the pink fluffy cardigan over the clear top despite the hot weather.
As if that wasn´t enough it came with accessories all of the same color as the cardigan, bows scattered all over the outfit, at the side of his hips, on the ruffles, and one over a garter. There was a beanie that contrasted his dark hair and a pair of chokers decorated his neck.
Truly, he looked like a doll.
He didn´t mind it, it would just take some getting used to, especially the length of the short, but he had to admit that he liked the way the cardigan settled over his shoulders, it was different, something he´d never buy for himself or want to willingly wear.
And yet here he was feeling gorgeous there was only one person that would buy this for him
Hongjoongs gifts were a rare thing; they often came on very special occasions, like the star wars lego set on his birthday or the “Thank U” song on the album, even the stay at the hotel after the tour ended.
They didn´t come in the form of small boxes at his doorstep with notes, or in over feminine clothes. At best it was maybe a sketch of some fashion piece that Hongjoong thought would look good on him. This however was a whole new level.
What he did expect, was the knock on the door a few minutes later. Seonghwa had been lucky to manage changing without interruption, he´d thought Hongjoong would be a little more impatient to see what he´d bought on his boyfriend.
But now as he went over to open the door he felt a familiar thrill run down his spine at what was certain to come.
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Hongjoong expected Seonghwa to look divine, he always did, Seonghwa could wear a trash bag and would somehow still make it look like a masterpiece, but the sight that greeted him at the door, oh it was something else.
The outfit looked stunning on him, from the beanie all the way to the garters, this had been the smarterest decision of his life.
He saw the smirk on his boyfriends face, he knew exactly what this did to him and it drove him crazy.
"I like what you bought for me Joong, very thoughtful" his voice teasful as he leaned down to meet his gaze.
It was all the push Hongjoing needed, he hooked two fingers around the choker which made Seonghwa let out a small surprised gasp before meeting his lips.
His boyfriends hands came down to his waist, gently trying to get him to walk inside without breaking the kiss, Hongjoong did his best to comply all while his hands fisted in Seonghwas hair, pulling him deeper into it.
Finally his foot managed to close the door with a soft thud.
Without wasting another moment, he turned their positions so Seonghwa could get pressed against the door.
"You look stunning princess" he complimented, his smile widening as he saw a pink hue dust his cheeks and ears.
Hongjoong had learnt not long ago that Seonghwa liked to be called as such, that and other female compliments and he planned to use that discovery well.
It was partially why he bought him the outfit.
His lips made its way to his boyfriends jaw and started to go down to his neck while his hands roamed over his body with reverent wonder.
"You're so pretty my dear" he murmured against his neck before leaving a bite and moving over to his collarbone, his nose brushing over the soft fabric of the cardigan.
"So fucking sexy in these"
Seonghwas hands gripped his neck harder in response pulling him closer, while letting out soft gasps of pleasure.
Hongjoongs hands slowly went to his back and lowered down to the globes of his ass, he hated the feel of denim but he didn't mind one bit in this situation, he gripped them firmly making the older groan out.
"Joong...the bed. Now" Seonghwa breathed out, his pupils were dialeted with pleasure and need that made Hongjoong want to rip out every single piece of clothing and not stop until daylight. But he held himself back.
"Whatever you want darling"
And with that he led Seonghwa to the bed at the center of the room, straddling his hips and before he could do anything else, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
It was more frantic this time, with much more want, his boyfriend parting his lips to let him in, and who was Hongjoong to deny?
He explored every inch of Seonghwas mouth, running his tongue over his teeth and inner cheeks, swallowing every moan with pleasure.
Without breaking the kiss he began to slowly rock his hips against Seonghwas, whose eyes snap open with surprise and arousal before responding in equal measure.
After having to break apart for air, he looked down seeing that look of pure want and he refused to wait any longer.
"The clothes are very pretty on you baby, but I prefer you without them on"
"Please do"
And with that he began taking off piece by piece of the cute outfit, from the top to the fishnets, just leaving one of the chokers on offering praises and sweet nothing for every item he removed, he could see the clear effects in his words once his boyfriend was completely naked.
"You are an angel sent by the gods themselves my love, how did I get so damn lucky?"
Seonghwa just blushed harder and rolled his eyes in response "you always have to make it some grand sentences don't you? It's why I chose you. Now hurry up"
He smirked before begging to remove his own clothes taking a longer amount than necessary just to watch his boyfriend groan in impatience.
Once he was finally done he stared down at Seonghwa, he was smiling not only with want but also with genuine awe, it made his heart skip a beat every time.
He began kissing his inner thigh, his hands on his hips once again as he started to make his way up his legs, up to his abdomen, reveling in every little gasp and groan of pleasure.
Making a stop at his chest, Hongjoong gently took a bud in his mouth, rolling it over with his tongue, that was what made Seonghwa finally let out a moan in pleasure
"Just like that Joong!, fuck"
While he focused on his chest, his fingers were working on stretching him open, from the bottom, it only made the moans sweeter
"You're tits are so good, beautiful, could suck at them all day, mommy"He let it go after a while and before moving onto the other one, it was bold but it seemed to have done it's effect
"Joong!-" the protest died on his lips as Hongjoong continued the ministration of his nipple.
He finally pulled away and focused on what they were both aching for.
He reached for a condom from the nightstand, slipped it on with practiced ease.
"Please"
Hongjoong didn't need to be told twice, he slammed it all in one go, making his boyfriend arch of in pleasure of the mattress and him groan in response.
It wasn't the first time, god forbid it ever be, but it was the best thing he would ever experience, this perfect moment.
"You're perfect, hwa"
He stayed there, letting his boyfriend get used to it and basking in the tight heat enveloping him before begging to move.
Holding his hips with as much care as he could manage, he began to thrust into him, his length going deep into the lengths of his boyfriends hole.
Hearing his name come out of Seonghwas lips was something he'd never tire of hearing, the glway his hands fisted in the sheets
He leaned down once more to kiss him swallowing his moans and please, not stopping the pace at his hips.
Hongjoong felt his boyfriends thighs shaking, he wasn't so far off himself, he pulled away and whispered behind his ear , voice an octave deeper
"Come for me my queen"
The sight of Seonghwas coming undone in front of him eyes rolling to the back of his head, back arching, gripping his arms, was beatiful it was all it took for him to follow suit.
He stayed there for a while, basking in the afterglow before slowly pulling out.
Once he went to remove the condom and settled back in the sheets Seonghwa went over, placing his head over his chest
"Joong" Seonghwa whispered, his voice laced with contempent and tiredness "thanks for the outfit"
And as they both lay there in the blissfully afterglow of their passionate encounter, Seonghwa breathing peacefully on his chest, Hongjoong knew he would buy him a thousand compliments and give a million compliments if it meant being like this.

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"San...San you motherfucker it's been over an hour"

That was probably a lie, Wooyoung had no idea how much time had passed and for a very impatient person such as himself then it might as well have been.

The pressure of the ropes binding him were starting to itch and mark into him, it cut away from everything, intensifying his own breathing and making it feel as though the material was burning into his skin.

It´s not that he was new to this, oh no, Wooyoung had all sorts of exotic fun with San in the bedroom before; bondage in particular was one of his favorites, making him feel trapped in the best way possible. This just turned out to be different from what he expected.

It was exciting at first, the familiar feeling of San roaming his hands all over his body with that possessive edge that always made him feel like the most important person in the world; then San bringing out the ropes and passing them around his chest and under his shoulders with surgical precision, pushing him down to his knees to secure his legs together, tie his wrists behind his back , the rope snaking around his arms and finally place a dark black blindfold over his eyes, making the world around him vanish completely, it was all the erotic fantasy Wooyoung loved

It was going great.

Was.

Then San decided to completely change the pace of their usual sessions.

In a blur of movements, he felt San lift him off the ground and manhandle him into god knows what position. All of his protests and questions fell on deaf ears as the older continued to do with him as he pleased.

“San, San don’t you dare!-” Wooyoung warned, feeling the olders hands slowly slipping away, presumably done with whatever he was done, it was worse because he couldn´t see, leaving him powerless to do anything.

His heart stopped as he leaned forward, certain that he was going to fall into a pit of nothingness and break a bone.

But before he could fall he felt  his wrists being pulled back and up by the rope, not only his wrists, the ropes on the lower part of his calf also seemed to extend to be hooked onto the roof, leaving his knees bent and feet pointing toward the ceiling.

“San you could’ve warned me about this!” Wooyoung complained, trying to move somewhat, it only helped for the ropes to bite slightly into his skin.

Wooyoung could only guess was that the rope must´ve been attached to a hook on the ceiling or a very tall pole in the wall, he didn´t remember seeing a pole when he was in the room, but then again, he hadn´t seen the hook either.

“And miss your dramatic reactions? Not a chance, besides,” San started his voice seeming to come from behind him, he tried to turn his neck but the movement only served to hurt his neck “If I had told you would´ve denied”

He couldn´t help but scoff, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips “Liar, you just wanted to have me completely helpless, to fully be in control, didn´t you Sannie?”

San had mentioned on occasion that he did want to leave him helpless, and Wooyoung had maybe forgotten about it….

 “Can´t blame me for it, you´ll like it just as much anyways” San answered, his hand cupping his cheek, the unexpected movement made him jerk in surprise before relaxing into the touch.

“Try not to have so much fun without me” the older said placing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away, the sound of footsteps slowly fading out

“San? San where are you going?” he asked, the sudden silence and absence made him feel acutely aware of himself.

After a while he tried again “San!” But there was no answer, just silence.

His heart started to beat faster in his chest, panic slowly seeping in, what if this was the plan all along? To just leave him there hanging in the dark in silence, what if San had planned this since the begging and waited for this exact moment? What if San just left him there hanging for his twisted enjoyment!?  Every possibility was worse than the last.

The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that San had been merciful enough to not gag him, he was shouting pleas, threats and whatever nonsense came to mind, into the dark hoping that maybe the older would give in, but as he was now wondering, maybe San had given in as a strategy.

It was a stupid thought really, that San could´ve been a potential stalker that let him there helpless, but as time went on in complete silence, then that stupid thought started to become arousing .

Because what if San did have some sort of obsession with him and this is how he handled it, leaving him defenseless, naked, and hanging from the ceiling in such a compromising position.

Maybe he´d come later, from behind and whisper into his ear all of his monologue, how everything was planned, and Wooyoung would barely be listening to focused on the way Sans hands would come up from his back all the way to his chest and tug at his nipples, .

He couldn´t help but whimper at the feeling, the darkness provided by the blindfold was both a blessing and a curse for the vivid scenario that he was creating in his head, he didn´t know if it was born out of boredom or sheer desperation.

San would probably would´ve enjoyed that reaction though, just seeing what this did to him, and he of course would try to deny it, mock him about it and then San would tug at his hair and kiss him, hard and possessive as he usually did, bite on his lower lip until he drew blood and then go down toward his neck.

“San! San come on free me already!” Wooyoung tried again, more desperately now, he felt his hair sticking to the side of his neck because of the thin layer of sweat that was now covering his skin.

But the room continued it´s chilling quiet; of course San would enjoy seeing him desperate, maybe even more now that he was getting aroused by the images in his mind, he needed to happen.

Needed San to come over and do something to calm the burn that was forming across his body or expand it tenfold, whatever came first.

Then again he wouldn’t have it so easy, he´d have to wait even more or maybe just maybe he could convince San some other way…He had no idea how low to the ground he was, but if he was just low enough then he could take his cock into his mouth.

It would hurt his neck, it would be an interesting angle, hell it might not even be possible, but that just made it all the more arousing.

Chocking from it because of the angle and the size of his cock, it would easily hit the back of his throat, his hips thrusting upwards, his head would be forced up, he´d be drooling down onto the floor, as he swallowed every drop of that mans cum as his grip tightened on his hair…

“SAN, SAN GODAMIT” Wooyoung now said more loudly now, because of the stupid fantasy and the stupid ropes and dark he felt a familiar ache between his legs, he was going to get revenge the moment the he was free from the ropes.

He hated the ropes, the position, it didn´t let him do anything, even if San was gone if he had his hands then it wouldn´t be that big of a problem but no he was completely immobilized, which was also part of the issue because it was hot.

Hot to know that San would look at him with that stupid smirk and tell degrade him for it, and he would like it, he loved it in fact, the tone San used when he got like that it made him want more,
“Look at you getting all hard from being tied up helpless”
“You enjoy it don´t you? Having your pleasure in my hands”
“Pathetic cumdump”
He could practically hear the voice in his head, the tone, everything was burning, he could hear his own breath, every droplet of sweat that ran down his brows, the pulse and heat under his skin and the overwhelming need to come, to let go, or to have San get in here and save him from the torture

“San…San please, please!” he didn´t know why he was begging, San wasn´t going to arrive that much was clear.

And if he was hearing him. Which the bastard very likely was. He´d be enjoying see him like this so desperate, so needy for his attention, the isolation was far greater punishment than the ropes or the blindfold would ever be.

Determined he could at least finish this Wooyoung tried to focus on his current tactic.

If San was there then he wouldn´t wait any longer, he´d let go of the ropes at his legs with a dramatic tug, his legs being pulled down leaving his arms stretched up and ultimately in an upside down L position, given the older a perfect view of his ass, and not wait a second before slamming it in, no prep, no warning, just like that, just the way he liked it.

It would hurt but not as much as the pain he was currently feeling, at least he´d be full at least San would be thrusting with the pace of cageless animal, splitting him open in two, while he only encouraged him to go faster, Wooyoung could practically feel it in his insides.

And then San would come inside of him, painting his insides white, he´d keep at it just to be sure, to make it last longer-

“Fuck, San!” Wooyoung panted out, his own orgasm crashing through his body, running down his thighs and down onto the floor, Wooyoung didn´t care, this was entirely Sans fault, he´d clean it up later.

He took in heavy breaths trying to reel in what had just happened, enjoying the post organic bliss, yet somehow still feeling completely empty.

 “Keep shouting like that and I´ll have to gag you baby” The sudden sound of San voiced echoed throughout the completely silent room, his body tensing up in the ropes before he desperately tried to pin point where the older was.

“You son of a bitch” Wooyoung answered back, his voice quiet.  

He heard the sound Sans laugh in response to his threat, “You made quite the mess”

“It´s your fault really” Wooyoung was only thinking about all the ways he was going to make him pay after this. They were going to be just as long and agonizing as what he just went through and San was going to regret ever-

“Come on, stop scheming about ways to torture me” San stated as if reading his thoughts, his voice sounded closer, “I´ll make it up to you in the bedroom” his hands came up to caress the skin and remove the ropes, Wooyoung felt like he might just come from finally getting touched but he held it back, a better idea forming in his mind.

“San Wait…I have a better idea”

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For years Hyunjin hated the basement, dark, small and honestly just a waste of space, holding nothing more than old trinkets and discarded art projects that could easily be stored in any closet with far less dust. But now it held something much more captivating.

Between shelves and boxes in the center of it all was Felix lying bound in the dim room, wrists securing his wrists to an old wooden bed frame that had taken Hyunjin a while to find, a blindfold cutting off his sight, muffled whimpers coming slipping through the gag. Moonlight spilled through a high narrow window, casting silver streaks over the tears that fell past the fabric.

God he was beautiful.

 Hyunjin hadn´t expect the sight to arouse him like this, he´d done it for Felix hadn´t he? But the way Felix trembled beneath the restraints; the way his breath hitched when his shadow fell 

His footsteps echoed against the concrete as he closed the distance, slow, deliberate. He reached down, fingertips grazing Felix's jaw before sliding up to his throat, feeling the frantic pulse beneath his skin. 

The younger gasped, fingers twisting uselessly against the ropes, searching for anything to anchor himself.

A low chuckle escaped him as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Felix's ear “Do you have any idea how long I´ve waited for this?” His hand continued to trail down his body while his tongue dipped into the curve of his ear before dragging it out to his throat, begging to suck at his pulse “To have you like this all to my self”

Felix seemed to give up on playing the helpless victim, since he stopped squirming and was trying to lean into his touches as much as the restraints allowed him too.

“You like this baby?” he teased, sinking his teeth into the flesh, Felix let out a muffled yelp, his wrists tugging instinctively at the binds to no avail, 

 “Didn´t say you could get comfortable could I now?” 

He continued his assault, marking Felix's neck and collarbone with bites, each one sharper than the last. He could’ve spent hour´s right there, worshipping his skin, until frustration flared when Felix's shirt refused to yield.

“Looks like I´m going to have to buy you a new shirt hmm?” he mused more confidently than he actually was, leaning down to grasp as the edges and rip it open, the sound jolted Felix slightly and he couldn´t help but smirk at it. 

“Better” he sighed in relief, staring at the youngers now naked torso, a view he´d never get tired off, he was perfect there was no other way to describe it, broad lean shoulders narrowing down to his slim waist. Hyunjin didn´t fall for looks alone but Felix's looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. 

A grunt pulled him out of his thoughts and back into the moment “Getting impatient already?” he teased “Well it´s not my fault you have such a gorgeous body darling, I kidnapped you for a reason” a smirk formed on his face as he saw a faint blush spread through Felix's cheeks. 

He positioned himself on top of Felix's tied up frame, his knees straddling his hips while his fingers grazed his side, “And yet that doesn’t seem to scare you…” he started sultrily, coming down to bite down hard on his lower lip, that caused Felixs breath to hitch “Is it because it´s me? Am I not doing well enough to fulfill your little fantasy?” 

Abruptly stopping his touches and coming up to cradle Felix's face, lifting it as much as the restraints would allow and suddenly yanked the gag down, Hyunjin didn´t give him a moment to catch his breath before he was kissing him like a man starved.

Felix was eager to kiss back, and god did he want it to leave it at that, to kiss those exquisite lips and take it to a bedroom and not the attic. But for Felix's sake and maybe his own desire, he kept it that way

 Forcing himself to pull back and grasp his chin more roughly than he intended, "I asked you a question” Hyunjin repeated his voice dropping “Would you prefer it if I was a stranger?”

The youngers breath hitched at Hyunjins grasp, trying to shake his head in denial “No Hyunjin…you´re doing great-“

“It doesn´t seem like it” he cut off, running his thumb over Felix's lower lip “You´re such a whore, wanting some stranger to fuck you senseless,” he snapped, his grip tightening on his jaw “to stay tied up here and be used however anyone pleases, is that what you want?”

He didn´t let him answer, he pushed his thumb inside Felix's mouth, and the sight alone was unlike anything he ever saw, how was he so gorgeous and sinful at the same time?

His eyes widened as he felt the youngers tongue wrap around it, a sharp thrill shooting down his spine into his cock. Oh they were going to do this more often.

A low appreciative chuckle left his throat “thats more like it, It´s all you´re good for anyways” 

Hyunjin bit back a smirk and lowered himself to Felix's chest, not removing his thumb from his mouth and instead adding another finger inside it, while he focused on his nipple, taking it between his teeth, revealing in the way Felix's back arched into him.

“Pathetic” Hyunjin murmured still working his chest, while his other hand abruptly yanked his shorts down, exposing his sun-kissed thighs and hard cock to the night air not missing the way his breath hitching at the action.

“Already so desperate for me, what a fucking slut you are” he leaned back up, taking a moment to admire the youngers stunning naked body and then proceeding to remove his slick fingers from his boyfriend's mouth

He smeared the excess on Felix's lips before bringing them to his own “You taste delicious baby”, it was something that would´ve driven his boyfriend wild had he not been wearing the blindfold, still it caused a needy whimper to sound from underneath him.

 Suddenly, Felix tried pulling at his wrists again, clearly getting desperate.

His free hand lowered to his ankle and started making it's way up “Poor little thing” Hyunjin mocked, his nails scratching his plush thighs as he did so, not enough to hurt but enough for red marks to appear. 

He stopped the moment it reached his ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Hyunjin please” Felix suddenly whined, his voice filled with need.

 Be it a few minutes ago he would´ve ceded but he was enjoying this far too much to stop now “Oh you think you can make demands now? I don’t think so”

He licked his fingers one more time before teasing them at Felix gaping hole, pushing them carefully inside.

Felix's face had scrunched up in discomfort, his body trying to adjust to the rough digit, it was understandable given they had always used lube before, but Hyunjin was going to try and make it bearable.

Once Felix gave a small nod in approval, he carefully added another, his other hand caressing his hips to provide some small sort of comfort, while the younger was trying his best not to be too loud as something between a moan and a shout came out of his lips.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin began to move, going in and out slowly, keeping a steady pace, teasing every once in a while curling his finger to tease at Felix's prostrate receiving breathy moans from the latter, his body pressing further into his hand to take his fingers deeper inside.

Not stopping the motion, Hyunjin managed to remove his own clothes.

Despite the whole fantasy and all of what Hyunjin had said earlier, this was the first time he´d take him like this, raw, no lube whatsoever, so despite the urging need to fuck him senseless in that instant, he waited and looked back up at him “Is this okay with you love?” he asked voice softer than it had been all night.

Felix smiled lightly, letting out a shaky breath before nodding eagerly.

Hyunjin smiled back even if Felix couldn´t see it before getting back to the task at hand “You filthy little minx, taking me raw” removing his fingers.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and positioned himself against Felixs fluttering hole, he started pressing inside but not before removing the blindfold, if it was one thing he loved it was the youngers expressive boba eyes looking completely lost in pleasure.

It took some time but he adjusted to the surrounding darkness and that´s when hyunjin bottomed out, more forceful than not, still it felt like heaven.

“Fuck you´re so tight” Hyunjin groaned, not that he was complaining, he stayed still for a moment basking in the feeling, before he began to move.

“You´re just my pathetic little bitch” Hyunjin was pulling out only to slam back in harshly, making Felix cry out, his head thrown back in pleasure-pain.

Hyunjin wasted no time to go down and bite down again at his neck, his hands grasping his hips as he slammed hard into Felix over and over, the bed creaking dangerously under their weight.

“You´re just made for this, aren´t you?” Felix let out a moan, trying to agree but he just couldn´t form the words to lost on Hyunjins body constantly thrusting into him.

He revealed in the way his name came out of his mouth like a forbidden prayer, it was intoxicating.

He went back down to kiss any inch of exposed skin, running his tongue over his broad shoulder, tasting the sweat and lust off his skin.

Only to then bring his lips to meet Felix's.

It was messy and filthy, and he couldn´t care less, he continued to make out with him, as their bodies kept meeting, hips working to exhaustion, creating a lewd sound of their skin slapping that echoed throughout the room.

When Hyunjin broke the kiss he was stunned at the view, not that he hadn´t seen the younger in this state before, but every time it managed to steal his breath away.

Felix looked dazed in pleasure; strands of blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his lips swollen and a red that could´ve easily matched the one on his neck and cheeks, eyes rolled back in bliss.

His fallen angel 

"Look at me darling" grasping Felixs chin to force him to look at him.

It was the look of pure fucked out bliss.

It made him come on sight, painting Felix's inside white with a groan "you're mine completely now, my bitch, my slut, my-" 

He didn't get to finish the sentence before Felix orgasmed all over his abdomen, panting like if he'd just ran a marathon.

A smile made its way onto his face at the mess, running a hand over Jungwon's sweat damp hair "You did so well angel" he praised nuzzling into his nose before pressing a lazy kiss to his lips, carefully pulling out.

"God Hyunjin...that was...perfect" Felix breathed out nuzzling into his side 

Hyunjin let out a sigh and nodded "we should do it more often then, I could get used to this" 

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“Jay hyung”

Those two words out of Jungwon´s lips were enough to drive Jay insane. If they were said by anyone else, then he probably wouldn´t have cared, but there was a way Jungwon said it that made it impossible to focus on anything.

And it tended to be a problem sometimes; the leader had a habit of mentioning the words almost religiously, Jay found it adorable and incredibly arousing.

It felt wrong, he felt like a pervert for it but he couldn´t help it, just the way he pronounced, the way it seemed he was always on his mind that he had to mention him at any given occasion, Jay was done for.

Of course Jungwon wasn´t blind either, he´d notice the way Jays pupils dilated when he mentioned it, when he called for his precious hyung, the almost imperceptible smile on his lips when he did so at interviews, he liked Jays reaction to it.

It was well known that for both the fans and the members that Jungwon adored his Jay hyung, he´d get teased about sometimes, laughed at in others but what they didn´t know was that Jungwon knew the effects it had on Jay and how every time he said those two words it was a deliberate stab to get to see Jay loose his perfect composure.

This led him to the current situation of Jay caging him back against the door of his hotel room, where they had just done a live minutes before, his shirt discarded on the floor, one of Jays hands pinning both of his wrist above his head, and the other driving maddening circles on his hipbone, trying to pry the words out of him.

“You seemed very eager to mention me earlier, go on I´m all ears” Jay whispered roughly against his lips, his hand gripping his hip tight enough to likely leave a mark later on.

Jungwon just smirked against him before trying to kiss him again “Don´t know what you´re talking about Jongseong”

That was a lie, he´d been mentioning the keyword all over the live, Jay would get distracted for less than a second before pretending it didn´t affect him, and Jungwon had been doing it on purpose, all to get this wonderful reaction from him, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You know it´s offensive not to use honorifics for those older than you” Jay replied pulling back for just a moment to turn his body around to face the wall, his lips immediately latching onto the back of his neck.

The movement made Jungwon breath hitch, his hands fisting in Jays grip as he tried to focus on regaining some type of control “Yeah but honorifics don´t apply when we´re alone,” he argued back, trying to keep his voice steady.  “You´re going to leave a mark”

If it were up to him then Jungwon wouldn´t have minded any sort of mark made by Jay but the fans would go crazy over it, and not in the good way, they were doing so well as a group and their relationship was not going to be the reason it ended.

Jay let out a grunt of annoyance, biting his earlobe before moving down to the spot between his shoulder blades, his legs pushing apart his legs, making Jungwon gasp, his resistance wavering by the minute “Won, don´t male me repeat myself”

“Jay I didn´t do anything, I don´t know what you want” Jungwon insisted, his voice wavering slightly, he pressed toward the wall trying to take a hold of himself.

Truly he was just pushing Jay’s limits, trying to get out a sharper reaction than usual from him, Jay was always so gentle when it came to him, and he wanted more, nothing harmful in it. The only problem was that when it came to patience there seemed to be a lot when it came to him, so he had pushed for this.

The feeling of Jays hand hitting his ass came a second after he heard it, he barely had time to bite his lip, they were in a hotel room after all, it caused a stifled sound between pleasure and pain to come out, he turned his head as much as he could to look at Jay, his eyes wide with a combination of shock and pure lust.

Jay grasped his chin and got closer to his face “You know exactly what I want Won, now be a good boy and tell me” his voice was deep and commanding in a way Jungwon had never heard before, it was enough to make his pants feel tight

He took a couple of seconds before shaking his head, he´d gotten too far to give in now “Beg for me for it Jay, if you want it so bad” he challenged, his gaze unwavering.

Jays smirk darkened and he nodded “I should´ve known you weren´t going to make it easy for me” his hand went back to slap him yet again, the action making him gasp “but if you want to be difficult then fine by me” and Jay delivered another one “I could this all day”

Quite frankly Jungwon didn´t know Jay had in him, this dominance, it was overwhelming and perfect, he liked it just as much as he thought he would, however holding out for so long might prove to be difficult, he thought he could handle to some degree the slapping, but Jay didn´t seem to settle there.

His hand moved forward toward his thighs, moving slowly toward his hard cock “Jay” Jungwon breathed out cautiously, this was not going to end well.

“You know how to make it stop Jungwon, one word” Jay whispered into his ear, his hand not stopping it´s trail, Jungwon just shook his head.

The moment he did, Jays hand closed around his dick, making Jungwon cry out in pleasure, and he didn´t stop there, Jay started slowly stroking it, it was agonizing, he wanted more but couldn´t ask for it without giving in

“Already so hard for me, just ask baby” Jay whispered again his voice soothing, it was so hard to resist, he knew this was just as torturing for him, he just needed to hold out a little longer.

Taking his silence as an answer, Jay nodded and started to go faster, Jungwon had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning out in pleasure.

He needed to, Jay was great with his hands, they were big and warm and he knew with terrifying certainty that if he didn´t beg then Jay would something even crueler.

So he let the last pieces of resistance fall and looked at him once again, pupils dilated and voice heady with need “Jay hyung please”

A slow victorious smirk appeared on Jays lips “Good boy, wasn´t so hard was it?”, both of his wrists were off his body to turn him around to face him.

Jungwon didn´t waste a second before his hands were on Jays pants removing them with an urgency that surprised even him, Jay only cupped his face before kissing him, his legs finishing to pull down his pants while he helped Jungwon out of his own.

His leg hooked around Jays waist to pull him closer still, he felt Jays hands everywhere, leaving behind a burning trail in its wake.

“Hyung please” Jungwon begged again, every trace of defiance were gone, replaced instead by a burning want

“Someone´s desperate” Jay teased, but he didn´t look much better to begin with his dick was already coated with lube that Jungwon assumed he must´ve put on while making out. His hand slowly came up to Jungwons coming to rest up in his hip.

Traitorously Jay worked it inside of him, whispering sweet nothingness in his ear, his eyes rolled back in pure pleasure, holding onto Jays arms for dear life, if it weren´t for Jays hand on his hips then his knees would´ve buckled already.

Once Jays dick was almost fully inside of him, he nearly pulled out and before Jungwon could wine in protest, Jay grabbed his thighs and carried him up and pressing him further back into the wall, his legs instinctively wrapped around his waist causing Jays fully length to be thrust inside him, and he could not silence the moan of surprise and pleasure at it.

The members would laugh or complain it to them tomorrow for sure, for now that could wait, this aching fullness was all that mattered at the moment.

 His hands came up to circle Jays neck for balance, their gazes meeting for a second, it caused Jungwons breath to catch, the look of Jay was one of pure lust and adoration, it was still unreal that he had someone that would look at him like that, it was different from the fans, from the members, that look was exclusively for him.

“Hyung” Jungwon whispered, a faint smile touched his lip before Jay kissed them once again, while he oh so slowly began to move.

Gradually the pace started to increase, his hips snapping relentlessly onto Jungwons welcoming heat, grabbing onto his thighs like a lifeline.

 It was truly a wonderful sight to see before him, the strain of Jays arms holding him, muscles rippling beneath, it was so fucking hot, all while his hips thrust into him with a desperate want. It nearly made Jungwon come at the view.

“Jay hyung more please” he pleaded out, the effect was instant, Jays grip tightened his hold, trying to merge them together, leaving light kisses along Jungwons collarbone.

“Hyung” he whispered the words over and over as if it were they were the only things keeping him sane, his head was thrown back in pleasure as Jay hit his prostate dead on.

He could feel another orgasm approaching him at the sensations, his legs shaking in anticipation

“Jay hyung!”  Jungwon cried out, his eyes rolling back before they slammed shut as the force of his orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over him in relentless pulses. Thick white ropes of cum spurt from his twitching hole, painting Jay's abdomen and streaking across his own stomach.

Those two words said in pure unadultered ecstasy was all Jay needed to get pushed over the edge, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a groan, spilling Jungwon with his own release, Jay pressed his head down on against shoulder breathing heavily, Jungwon in turn pressed his cheek against jays damp hair.

After a few moments, Jay walked them oh so carefully to the bed, slowly but surely they made it, he gently pulled out before collapsing on top of Jungwon before rolling onto the side.

The intense pleasure reverberates through every cell, leaving Jungwon boneless and gasping for air and he gladly nuzzled into Jay´s chest, he was a comforting presence.

Jay pulled him closer and nearly dozed off, not before mumbling a small tired “love you” into the night air, like a secret, and in many ways it was, but for now it didn´t matter.

“Love you too”

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Beomgyu was nothing short of dramatic.

If there was something that man loved it was making a show, he loved it when all eyes were on him, when he was the center of attention

And usually Taehyun loved that about him, he loved that his boyfriend didn't sell himself short, that he had confidence and that he knew his worth.

However Beomgyu it seemed to be didn't know his dignity, matter of fact he probably didn't have any, judging by the way he was moving against him in a bar.

It was nothing short of provacative, at a bar one would think that was fine, normal even, people danced like this all the time, thrusting into each other, swaying hips, batting eyelashes.

Taehyun would've been lucky if it was that, Beomgyu it seemed looked like he was seconds away from giving him a blow job and somehow making it look like a dance.

They went from moving their hips together, dancing to the beat of the music to Beomgyu sliding his hands down his legs, before getting on his knees and trying to oh so subtly remove his pants.

His long brown hair did little to hide the smirk forming on his lips, and Taehyun would've stopped it, he should've l, they could kicked out, worse banned.

But he looked so eager and happy like he still hasn't believe Taehyun was saying anything, the best he could do was try to dance out of the obvious circle.

Still Technically being in it, but without being the main focus.

"Babe what are you doing?" Taehyun asked just to be sure they were on the same page, his body was still moving vaguely to the rhythm to at least try to blend in

Beomgyu just smirked, his hands finally unbuckling his pants before getting of the ground to stand before him.

He was a good head taller than him, it made some people turn heads if they were out, he'd look like Beomgyus keychain on occasions.

Not that it really matterred, but Beomgyu made fun of the difference at any chance he could get .

"What does it look like Tae?" He responded, making sure to leave down to whisper into his ear "it's just thrilling, imaging all those eyes on us" he started but he knew Taehyun wasn't feeling it, not like him anyone, his boyfriend was more logical and practical than himself si he had to push it up a notch "Don't you want to make sure everyone here knows I'm yours" 

Those words seem to get through some of the hesitance in him and he pulled back slightly, closing his eyes and grabbing his hips to steady himself, trying to physically stop the alcohol from affecting him to much.

When he opened them again he looked at him again, to Beomgyus dismay, he looked slightly clear headed "Why don't we take it to the bathroom, at least?" 

Beomgyu just sighed, his eyes and smiling dropping dramatically, fine if logic wasn't getting to him, then a little emotional manipulation never hurt anyone "fine if that's what you want..." he started already grabbing Taehyuns hand and walking slowly toward the bathroom "it probably wasn't even that fun" 

It seemed be enough to crack Taehyuns resistance, he didn't move along with him, staying planted on the ground, hadnt it been for the alcohol then the younger would've resisted, tell him to be reasonable, instead he got Taehyun pulling him back.

"Do you really want to? He asked carefully looking down at their joined hands before going up to his face.

Beomgyus smile was brighter than any light in the rim bar,and he nodded eagerly

"If that's what you want" 

‧₊˚ 🥂⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ 🥂⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ 🥂⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

And that was how Beomgyu found himself gripping the bathroom sink for dear life, pants discarded and saliva slicked fingers gliding effortlessly into his hole. He had whimpered and practically bit through his tongue as Taehyuns prepped him.

Whimpers of desperation had been wantonly coming from his mouth, so much that Taehyuns other hand had snaked its way over his mouth. Which Beomgyu gladly took in his mouth, sucking on them with helpless abandon as other fingers fucked his hole open, hitting a certain spot every so often that would make him see stars.

When Taehyuns fingers left him, Beomgyu couldnt help but whine at the loss of them. 

"If you leave me like this, I will break up with you" he threatened, the older just chuckled and shook his head 

"Wouldn't dream of it, come on" he grabbed his wrist, and walked out of the bathroom, his lower half completely undressed, it made his cheeks Bien a deep red hue.

Taehyuns led him to a random table in the bar, in which he sat down and then maneuvered and hoisted Beomgyu into his lap, and carefully, inch by inch, settled onto Taehyuns cock. 

 Beomgyu went to move his hips a little but a strong hand kept his waist firmly settled in place. "You wanted this, and now you are going to to take it, not until I say so" 

A thunderbolt of realisation settled on Beomgyu, as another moan clawed its way from his mouth. The stimulation was already so much; the fullness he felt, the leaking of his cock against his stomach, the need to move and be pushed over the edge.

And this was how he sat, an unknown amount of time passing by, settled in Taehyuns lap. 

 "I wanted this, he's going to regret this first" Beomgyu thought over and over again in his head.

 But tears had collected on his lashes from the pure frustration building up in him, his face was flushed and overall he looked perfectly debauched and bullied. Every so often Taehyun would caress his face, teasing, and ghost his fingers over his weeping cock. Never enough stimulation though, not to relive him. 

He whimpered helplessly, trying to find any kind of friction. "taehyun I cant do this for much longer"

"Of course you can." Taehyun sounded completely calm, taking a sip of a drink he'd order a while back, as if Beomgyu wasn't whining and pent up in his lap. 

"But it's been so long...you know this isn't what I meant" 

"And what did you want? Hmm "

Taehyuns hand wrapped itself in his hair and pulled it backwards, exposing his neck and making him gasp. "You have my cock in a bar, like you so badly wanted. What else could you possibly need?"

"To cum Taehyun God damnit!, I need it, I have to, please..." He sounded pathetic in his own ears, some people around them took a glance towards them before pretending to look away, but his whines obviously affected the younger, who he could feel twitch inside him with every word he spoke. "I've been here for so long, I need you to move, I have to-"

"Right." Taehyuns eye swept the bar, people were aware of them, they just chose to better ignore them. "Tell me what you are, Hyung."

"Excuse me?" The question threw him off for a split second as he tried to collect himself. "Yours?"

"Yeah and?." The words left in a satisfied purr from Taehyuns mouth. "But tell me what else you are."

"I..." A fire started in Beomgyus lower belly, which blossomed onto his face. "I'm your boyfriend."

"And?" A cool hand was crawling up and down his thigh now, dangerously close to the mess of precome pooled on his stomach and waist.

Beomgyu gulped; this style of degradation was not often something they played with, but Taehyun knew and trusted deep down what he wanted. He took a shaky breath, bowed his head slightly and said quietly, "I'm your whore."

"Louder.I want the whole bar to hear"

"I'm Taehyuns toy!" Beomgyu shouted, fresh tears of desperation running down his face. "Just a slut for him to use as he pleases!"

"Thats more like it" taehyuns voice was in his ear now, he suddenly grabbed him by his hips and thrusted up into him, moving so that he would hit that sweet spot inside him. 

"Hah, ah yes..."

"Fuck,princess..." Taehyun was fucking into him with reckless abandon now, setting a brutal pace as he pressed into him, manhandling his hips in a way that gave Beomgyu a clear visual of his hole, and how his husband's cock stretched him. 

One hand snuck its way around Beomgyus waist and pressed into a spot where Taehyuns cock was visible on his lower stomach, which only made him cry harder with pleasure, the youngers hand moving from his stomach to Beomgyus flushed and weeping cock and began quickly jerking him off. "I should keep you this way all the time... maybe cover you in chains and have you serve me whenever I please, how about that?"

"Use me, use me!" Beomgyus brain was cotton at this point, all he knew was pleasure and the growing coil in his stomach that was growing tighter with every thrust. "Fuck Take, I'm gonna come, please let me, please-"

" You want me to fill you up with my cum? Tell me." The roughness of the youngest voice along with the erratic thrusting of his hips were telltale signs that he was close, but he knew that this was the breaking point for both of them.

"Please, fuck, fill me up with your cum, I need to feel you inside, fill me until I'm dripping down my thighs with you-"

"Fuck...come with me princess, show me how desperate you are for me."

With a strangled cry, Beomgyu arched into his orgasm, still managing to beg, "please please please" as waves of pleasure washed over him, cum spilling onto Taehyuns hand. The younger followed suit just a moment later, letting out a sharp exhale as he buried himself in Beomgyu one final time, filling him as deeply as he could.

"Shit...shit" Beomgyu panted, falling back into Taehyuns chest, still reeling from what had just happened. The younger responded in turn by nuzzling into his hair.

The whole bar knew, there was no hiding what they'd done in any way now, the mix of aroused, curious and horrified stares were all on them.

"What are you all looking at?" Taehyun responded deadly calm but loud enough over the music. 

Most of them scattered away, some rolled their eyes, he couldn't care less "perverts" 

Beomgyu let out a contentsigh. "Thanks for....doing all of that."

"It was fun, we should do it again" Taehyun responded with a final kiss was on the top of his head, as hands continued to massage his hip.

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Hello dear readers.

I´ll try to be as short as possible, I had a small writers block with this day in specific and it was delaying the other days because I felt like I needed to finish it. My sincerest apologies to all my minsung shippers out there, but I just couldn´t get myself to write a good fic for you all, and you deserve the best.

I didn´t want to alter the pace of the days, hence why for now this chapter might stay in blank.

Thank you for your understnding.

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His phone at the night stand kept ringing, and never did it ring so much as when there was an emergency.

To his dance company, things rarely were emergencies, but try as Wooyoung might, he couldn't care less. Not when San was lying between his legs with his dick down his throat, sucking on it like there's no tomorrow.

It started like any other morning. There were quiet, tender days on which Wooyoung woke up to hugs and kisses, to hands running down his sides or his back and slipping between his legs to tease until wakefulness came crashing down at him as he came as well with the whisper of his boyfriends name on his lips.

He put a hand on the older’s head, fingers curling around his hair and... The sound of the damn phone didn't cease, it was going to drive him crazy. "Sannie, love, wait w-wait a moment..." San swallowed around his dick and stilled. He leaned against Wooyoungs inner thigh and made no move to pull away. It was in equal measure paradise and torture. "I need to... just a moment."

He reached over for the phone and begrudgingly answered it

"Wooyoungs thank God, the rookies are going to present in thirty minutes".

He felt his heart stop for a moment "An...hour?" He responded as calmly as he could "they were supposed to present until midday!"

The tension must have shown in his body, because San pushed his hands under him to squeeze his ass before starting kneading the muscles until Wooyoung sighs and lets his head fall back down onto the pillow. In times like this, the older’s mouth was warm-and the feeling of it around his dick, hot and moist and tight where it narrows into the throat, left no room for any other thought. And between his mouth and hands, Wooyoung was as close to coming undone as ever.

He had to hold back a whimper as he looked down at him. Wooyoung carved the image into memory: Sans eyes closed and red lips stretched around the girth of his dick. It'll be the only thing to get him through the day.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he answered finally before hanging up the phone. Distantly, registering the fact that his boyfriends hands pulled his buttocks apart, fingers dancing ever closer to his asshole.

"San, I..." His voice trailed away into a deep, contented sigh as his boyfriend’s finger grazed his rim. He was still loose from last night, he could feel it, and the touch made the fire flare up. "I have to... Company, presentation."

That made San pull away. "What do those idiots want?" His voice was raspy, deeper than usual, "Presentation is until later"

"It's apparently been move to an hour I'm needed ther-oh."

Sans finger pushing inside was more of a surprise than it was painful, a testament of how relaxed he was and how well the older had fucked him last night.

"Well, then," he said, running his nose down Wooyoungs inner thigh, nipping and sucking on it. Despite the growing haze of pleasure, He knew full well that the bruise would stay there for a few days before San decided to suck a new one in its place. "I better be fast."

Without any warning, the older flipped him over and pulled him by the hips towards himself. Thank God he was fairly loose, because San did not waste time lining up his lubed dick with Wooyoungs hole and pushed it in with hardly any preparation, it stung a bit, it always would, San was huge, but the lube did make it easier and they made love often enough anyway that relaxing the muscles is a habit at this point.

Sans hands were still on Wooyoungs hips: gripping them tightly, a brand and a mark of possession more than anything.

A whimper tore out of him as the older pulled away and nearly out, the drag of his dick slow and delightful against his sensitive walls, before letting out an unguarded moan when his boyfriend slammed back in to the hilt.

It was no longer slow or gentle-San set up a fast pace that brought tears to his eyes and stole his breath. Every thrust was aimed with precision only his luck could give him. The pressure would build up fast and grand. It was always quick when his boyfriend got rougher with him.

He suddenly moaned when San pulled out. The emptiness was jarring, wrong, but he doesn't get a chance to complain because San got to his knees behind him and hoisted his hips up. Making blood rush to his head. For a moment, neither of them moved, and he could only imagine what a sight he made: face down and ass up, hole red, glistening with lube, and imprints of hands on his hips that at this point were a permanent fixture on his body.

Wooyoung  felt the older put a hand on his neck, the strength thrumming under his skin-to keep him steady and still, and then ram back in at a different angle,   it managed to tear a scream out of his throat. The pillow muffled it; Wooyoung bit down on it and clenched his fists around the sheets when San grabbed his leaking dick with his free hand.

Between the sparks of pleasure from within and his boyfriend's skilled, merciless hand, it didn´t take long for Wooyoung to come all over the sheets. San's pace quickened. It got more erratic, too, while his grip on Wooyoung hips tightened. He was going to bruise there, no doubt about that, and the thought was enough to force another whimper out of him. Maybe that's what brought San over the edge he's been teetering on.

San pulled Wooyoung flush against his groin until there was no space left between their bodies, and spilled inside him, languidly rocking through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He'd been more than happy to indulge Wooyoung and now, as he pulled out and gently, carefully, lays Wooyoung down without a drop leaking out.

He closed his eyes to get his breathing under control-in and out, in and out, and his insides were pulsing in that exact rhythm.

When he then heard a rustle behind him, and then the bed dips slightly. Where did he go? When did he leave?  Wooyoung didn't even notice, focused as he was on turbulent waves of power coursing through his veins in the aftermath of ecstasy.

And suddenly something cold and smooth slid between his ass cheeks and stops at his hole. It was blissfully cool to the touch, but...

"San?"He turned his head as much as he could without moving. His boyfriend was sitting between his parted legs.

"I know you can´t bear to be empty."  Whatever San was holding in his other hand, he pushed it inside Wooyoung, it was cool and slick and smooth in a way his dick never was. "And you didn't get a chance to experience it much this morning, so I thought why not keep it inside for a little longer?... Sitting and reviewing those presentations, stuffed full of my cum and plugged so well you´d feel it with your every move..."

Blood rushed to Wooyoungs head again. An embarrassingly loud moan tore out of him, he could hear himself clearly over the deafening sound of his heartbeat. But what's left to be embarrassed of, really? So much time has passed since San took him apart for the first time, the blushing, incoherent virgin that he was back then. Neither of them is a virgin anymore, though his boyfriend's tongue never fails to make him squirm.

San pushed the plug in a bit and took it out, letting the tip rest against Wooyoungs rim, then back in, even farther but never all the way, and out again. It'd warmed up by now, and Wooyoung wondered what it would feel like, to have it in him for longer than just the foreplay. There's a fire coming to life inside him, and his boyfriend's words are its kindling.

"Every time I finish inside, you still beg for more. Who am I to deny you? If you so wished, I would keep you full all the time," San goes on, one hands still on Wooyoungs thigh to keep his legs wide apart. He starts moving the toy in circles; never putting it in, it was maddening.

"Love, please... Put it in” he rasped into the pillow, hands clenched around the sheets.

San hums softly. Wooyoung felt the vibrations on his chest. Before he can ask again, San slid off him and propped himself on one elbow, finally starting to ease the toy in at a slow, nearly torturous pace. The stretch is easy on Wooyoungs loose muscles.

This is what he'll wear for at least part of the day, stretching him almost as wide as his boyfriend's cock does, keeping all the cum from earlier inside him and stopping it from leaking out.

He let out a shuddering breath when San pushed the last of the toy past his rim and settled it inside, its base tapered, long and flat, sat perfectly in the cleft of his ass. San tapped it slightly, and then adjusted it a bit, twisting and pushing it in just a tad farther. It rubs against his walls. It's wide, oh so wide, and long enough to stimulate him without moving, and when San pulls him up to stand by the bed, the cum starts flowing slowly down only to stop where the plug is blocking it from leaking out.

"Mmm," San murmurs when Wooyoung pulls out. His legs are shaking. "Looks good on you and as much a I want to keep you here, you should be going." San stood up, still naked, and trailed his hands down Wooyoungs back to cup his ass and squeeze it. He tugs at the toy as well, but its base remained steady between Wooyoungs buttocks. "The sooner you go, the sooner you return to me"

"I'll try to be quick," he promised instead, leaning in to steal one last kiss. It's gentle, nearly chaste-a world away from what they've done this morning. The plug shifts inside him when he straightens, but this time it's easy to swallow the moan.

Walking is... interesting, with the plug inside. But he gets used to it, and it doesn't take him much longer than usual to get dressed and ready to go. San doesn't bother with clothes. He's laying on his side on the bed, watching Wooyoungs every move. Whatever feeling his eye reflects, he hasn't got the time to dwell on it.

Satisfaction is a warm weight in his gut, the plug-a continuous presence he can't ignore. But it's bearable, pleasant even, and he goes to the presentation with a soft smile on his.

He can't do it.

It wasn't bad at the beginning, not in the least. He had barely made it on time to the preparation, and sat down at the back of the room. Yes, he had to swallow a gasp when the toy moved as he settled down, and yes, he probably wriggled too much for it to pass unnoticed, but other than that it wasn't a disaster he might have walked into if his luck was exceptionally bad.

He tried his best to lead the team and make corrections but it was hard to keep focus or make any corrections when the only thing he was trying to do was to get through the day without getting too hard.

But the presentation dragged. And dragged.  And kept on dragging, and he couldn't help but clench around the toy from time to time. It was an instinct, a natural reaction he couldn't prevent.

Which had led to his heart thrashing against his ribcage at a mad speed; his blood, on fire; his dick, half-hard under his loose pants; and his insides, twitching around the plug without any self-control left to stop it, he´d lost count of how many times he´d been his lip at this point to try and stop himself from making any sounds.

The moment the presentation ended, he briefly congratulated the guys and profusely denied any invitation to go out for celebratory dinner or party, he was more than proud for the guys, they worked very hard and blew everyone away, and despite being rushed it turned out very good. But he refused to torture himself any longer for this, he needed San and he needed him now.

…

“San” he called out into the empty house but there seemed to be no response from the older, he threw his keys into a bowl and tried again, still to no response. If San left he might actually combust into a pile.

 It wasn´t until he got into their room that he found him, San fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets running down his chest and his hair mused and wet. Wooyoung couldn´t help but swallow loudly

"I see someone couldn't wait," San started slowly walking toward “Presentation went well?”

Wooyoung took a few steps closer, fully aware of the plug that's still inside him “Went great” he managed to get out, the presentation the last thing on his mind at the moment

"I had no doubt it would." His boyfriend is fully facing him now and he immediately wrapped his arms around San waist and melts against his chest. It was blissfully cool against his flaming cheeks.

San hums and tipped his chin down for a kiss that started out slow and sweet. Wooyoung's lip was already swollen from how he bit it earlier, tingling and tender, and it only made the kiss more electrifying than it usually was.

He gasped against San's lips, and his boyfriend didn´t waste a moment to push his tongue inside. Slow and sweet turns into hot and insistent in a blink of an eye. His hands started wandering as well, and eventually come to rest at Wooyoung's ass, causing him to moan in response.

"Love..." San's voice is low, raspy like gravel. It made his dick twitch. "You haven't taken it out yet."

Wooyoung should have. Oh, he should have pulled the plug out the moment he got home. It's too late for that now. Through the layers of clothing, San presses on the base of the toy. It shifted a bit, and Wooyoung stifled a whimper on his boyfriend's shoulder.

San walked him back until he was pushed into the bed. The impact making the cushion sink under his weight. The older leaned in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue and he responded in kind, pouring into the kiss all the pent-up frustration from earlier. Wooyoung would never be able to express it in words, but between the two of them, sometimes words are unnecessary.

And suddenly San pulled the toy out without warning and the sound it makes-loud and wet and sticky, it tore a loud moan out of him. He whimpered as his asshole clenches on.

"I wonder what those idiots would say if they´re main choreographer had it in him while they went on and on about their presentation." San smirked and put the plug up to Wooyoung's nipple. It was warm and wet and left a trail of moisture.

He was making circles across Wooyoung's skin and around his nipples. It doesn't take long for them to perk up and for Wooyoung to start gasping with every smooth glide over his sensitive skin.

"If you only you could see yourself, darling. Marked like this." San put both hands onto his stomach and drying stripes of cum covering it. He dragged them up to his chest, then down where they slipped between his legs and trace the twitching rim of his hole.

"So eager for me."

He pushed a finger inside, then another right after that. Wooyoung barely noticed the stretch. But oh the feeling of Sans fingers reaching far into him and grazing his walls in a way the plug didn't. It's so good to finally have something moving rather than just sitting motionlessly against his walls, as pleasant as that was.

"You're so loose, love." Is it wonder in San's voice? There's something, but Wooyoung is too focused on the fingers moving inside him to pay attention to the many shades and undertones of his boyfriend's voice.

"And still so wet from before."

It was impossible to hide the squelch of his fingers rubbing Wooyoung's inner walls "San!" he mewled again. He blindly reached out to his boyfriend and wrapped a hand around his wrist

The pace San has set was languid, just enough to keep the pressure up without letting it grow. It was mostly teasing, especially when the older withdrew his fingers soon enough.

 He then gripped his thighs and slid in with a sharp thrust. San leaned in to mouth over Wooyoung's neck, letting his teeth scrape over the delicate skin as he fucked hard and fast into his boyfriend.

"Fuck San!," Wooyoungs hands scrambled over to grip at his boyfriends hair "So deep…perfect" he moaned out as San thrust just right into him.

His back arched up into him as San bit down on his neck, hips speeding up as he whispered nothings against Wooyoung's ear.

"Just like that," he murmured hazily, exhaling in soft moans, "...so good, my love...f-fuck... so-ah!"

Without further warning, San pressed his lips against Wooyoung's in a bruising kiss, dizzy with pleasure and desire. He growled low, trembling, then whimpered, tearing up in desperation as he gazed into his eyes.

"Close?" San asked softly, breath hitching into a soft moan.

Wooyoung  shuddered, moaning shakily, whispering back "Close."

He teared up in pleasure as San fucked him as if there were no tomorrow.

"San please…fill me," Wooyoung murmured, voice breathy, punctuated with soft gasps and moans

San's mind drew a complete blank at those words, and he came hard and deep inside Wooyoung with a choked cry and a low, drawn-out, moan. The movement and the angle made San's warm seed slowly flow deeper into him... and Wooyoung was melting, dizzy with the deep pleasure of being filled so completely. His mind hazed as his heart raced, voice spilling over in choked moans and low keens.

He trembled as Sans release flowed into him, hands gripping tightly onto his boyfriends shoulders, shuddering and gasping through waves upon waves of pleasure, his orgasm extending into minutes.

“That was…something” Wooyoung whispered, basking in the post orgamic haze and fullness of both releases

“Glad you liked it” San responded, his head coming to rest at Wooyoungs chest “Bet you can´t dance with the plug on though”

Wooyoung couldn´t help but roll his eyes at the comment “We´re just finished and you´re already thinking about the next round? Sex maniac…but you´re on”

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It all started with the wrong classroom.

Sunghoon wanted to believe it was fate; he rarely took wrong turns, he´d always known were to go, he´d been going to his classroom for nearly a year now and yet that day, that day he didn´t.

It wasn´t until that beautiful voice spoke to him that he noticed it he´d never heard such a voice in his own group before “Are you new? Don´t think I´ve seen you around here before” the stranger, who he would later learn as Jake, had said, looking at him with those warm hazel eyes that he was certain he was in the wrong classroom.

And it was the best thing that ever happened to him, talking with the bright and sunny boy in that class about physics and meaningless things was a wonderful experience, so what if he had lied about being new, what if he pretended he didn´t know the halls or the cafeteria just to have an excuse to spend more time with him, he´d do it gladly a thousand times over just to spend more time with the guy that had stolen his heart.

He thought he could wait, he thought he could endure the long tedious process of friendship before he finally got to the next step of a relationship.

He was wrong.

To see his Jake in something as mundane as basketball practice was breath-taking. But to see him surrounded by others of his attention, the touches on his arms, the way they stole Jake’s smile with their soft words. How could the sight not raise Sunghoon’s ire?

It was only logical that Sunghoon would snap.

That he would find the place where Jake would rest for the night.

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 “Sunghoon? It’s the middle of the night, why are you–” Jake had answered voice heavy with sleep

“You have no idea how tempting you are,” Sunghoon whispered, stalking forward until Jake´s back hits the wall. As expected, the older wore nothing more than a thin T-shirt for bed, somehow he still made it look gorgeous

Jake’s eyes are so wide. “Sunghoon, what are you doing here?”

“Look at you. It has been torture in the classroom. Never knowing if it was heaven or hell. Not whenever you moved I could see these shadowed peaks, calling for me. Calling for my touch.” Sunghoon reaches over to gently rub a nipple through that fine silk. Jake gasps. He circles the bud and flicks it to get another sound.

Jake’s hands fly to his chest scandalized, his face already blooming with color.  “Sunghoon!” It’s too easy to collect both of his wrists in one of his hands. They fit well. “L-Let go of me!”

Sunghoon hums pressing Jake’s hands against the wall high above his head. It forces Jake’s back to arch into him deliciously.

 “How do you wish I desire you Jake? These lovely nipples of yours? Twisted? Pinched?” He illustrates with each action and Jake gives such a lovely moan. “Teach me, Jake.”

He starts to squirm against the wall, especially when Sunghoon realizes that his other nipple must be feeling neglected; it must be shown the same level of devotion.

“Ah! Enough, please— “ Jake’s voice cracks on a mewl.

Sunghoon tuts, “It´s okay darling, I know exactly what you want, even if your mind doesn´t know how to say it yet.” He pauses his ministrations, to take in the view. Jake’s arms stretched. A flush that covered his face and descended down his neck. Confused, dazed eyes and bitten lips. Oh, has Jake been trying to hold back his noises? Well that certainly wouldn´t do.

 “How many times did I imagine this?” He murmurs. “How many times did your skin call out for my touch, my mouth?”

He pecks Jake on the cheek, and can´t resist doing it again when Jake’s face twists into anger. “This is what you wanted from me!? Pervert!”

Jake struggles become more violent. Desperately he demands, “Let go of my arms.”

“As you wish.” Sunghoon releases them, decides to bring up both of his own to cup Jake face for a better kiss.

The older gives a startled squawk, but it turns into a muffled groan the longer Sunghoon sucks at his lips. He traces the seam of them with his tongue, pleading for entry if Jake chooses to do so.

Sunghoon prefers him willing after all.

Jake’s own hands move to clutch at his wrists, his fingers faltering between pushing Sunghoon away or pulling him closer. He struggles to suppress a chuckle.

“Jake, Darling please open your mouth.”

Jake expression faltered, “You—“

And that word is the only opening he needs. His tongue slides in to explore how Jake tastes, feeling how his whole body jerks once before melting against his.

It is so good to finally kiss him. Sunghoon could kiss Jake forever.

He tilts Jake jaw for a better angle, the kisses become deeper. He swallows every reluctant moan and sigh like the delicacies they are. He kisses Jake until his lovely body sags, relaxing unconsciously due to the persistent massaging on his shoulders

Jake’s body remembers knows how good Sunghoon is to it.

Now all he has to do is convince his mind.

“Allow me to please you.” He pleads, pulling back to breathe against that swollen mouth “That’s all I ever wanted. To be by your side please you in every way that matters.”

Sunghoon continues pressing their foreheads together. “Please Jake, let me show you how grateful I am for everything you´ve done to me” Silent tears fall from his eyes, some fake...some real. He knows it will affect the older regardless.

“No, please don´t cry” Jake pleads, His hands coming up to brush away his tears. “It´s not that U don´t accept it…surely there must be other ways”

A large part of Sunghoon preens, another pushes Jake forward. “You just don´t want me, do you?” He sobs quietly.

Jake’s body tightens with guilt. His teeth bite his lower lip and Sunghoon wants to pull it free and soothe it with his mouth but this isn’t the time. He wants to devour Jake.

But he needs to wait.

“Jake. Please answer me?” He begs with a tremble in his voice.

It’s enough of an addition to make Jake crack. “We just haven´t talked all that much, that´s all“Jake tries to twist his face, his gaze darting around as if he’s trying to find an explanation. “I just need to get to know you”

“You can know me now” Sunghoon coaxes. Jake should feel safe and protected while in Sunghoon’s care. What evidence is he required to provide?

“I don’t know.” Jake stammers. Sunghoon can’t help but kiss Jake again for that.

“Let me prove to you that I am worthy of you.” A line of saliva connects them. It’s better than a red string of fate “I promise never to bring you harm. I promise to devote myself wholly to your needs...to your pleasure.”

He lets his hands fall low, towards Jake’s waist. Carefully he takes each hip in hand. They fit perfectly in his hold.

“But-but you’re—“ Oh, Jake stuttering is adorable, but he has to interrupt.

“Please? Let me show you.” Jake’s fingers curl into his robes. His brows furrowed and Sunghoon pecks the space between them. “Please?”

Sunghoon can beg for as long as it takes.

“Please. I’ll be so good to you.”

“Please, Jake? I’ll bring you bliss.”

“Please? Let me have you.” He gets an answer in Jake’s lips hesitantly opening to his when he needs another taste. Sunghoon rewards Jake with the most gentle and most tender kiss he can give.

He lifts Jake by the waist, high against the wall so it puts Sunghoon’s face right where it needs to be. Right in front of those nipples that have been left alone for too long.

A demonstration of Sunghoon’s devotion is very clearly needed.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s scrambles for balance, silly Jake, Sunghoon would not let him fall. Yet it doesn’t take much to lead Jake’s wonderful, wonderful legs around his waist. Jake’s ass fits perfectly in his palms. “W-Wait I didn’t—“

Sunghoon doesn’t wait.

He sucks one of the nipples straight through the tin fabric of his night shirt.

Jake throws back his head in pleasure. It’s beautiful.

The older twists in his arms, Sunghoon makes sure to give him something to squirm about, his hands squeezing, his teeth coming to play to wring more cries from the man. It’s only karma. He has had too many wet dreams to make a reality because of Jake. It’s only fair Jake starts playing his role in them.

Jake’s hands don´t keep still. One shoving at Sunghoon’s shoulder only to claw at it when h switches sides, the cloth is more translucent with spit the white doing little to hide the now red color of his nipples.

The constant stimulation makes Jake tug at his hair and the only right way to respond to such desperation was by sucking harder

“Ah!”

Jake loses control of his hips, and accidentally brushes against Sunghoon through his clothes, the older freezes for a moment and Sunghoon can´t help but laugh and grind them together. “How forward, Darling!” he can feel Jake’s desire against his own, proof that he wants him.

“No. I didn’t mean to!” Jake protests.

“You never mean to. I’m sure you never planned to seduce me so thoroughly either.” He presses Jake hard against the wall, releasing one of his hands from holding him and removing his shirt, the sight is a blessing to his “You never meant to drive me insane with lust. You never meant to react.”

He pulls their hips together again. His cock pushing against Jake’s and he can´t help but wonder how he would feel without the barriers between them. Jake’s cock must be so pretty. He can already tell it’s the perfect size, just right for a graceful man like him. When his love gasps again, Sunghoon decides exactly what he wants to do first.

“Just like you won´t mean to cum at my hands”

Jake smacks Sunghoon across the head sharply. However it is futile because he finds himself liking it, he likes everything of what he does

“Sunghoon! Be quiet, stop talk–” His scolding breaks when Sunghoon grinds on him through their clothing, until he finds the right curve for Jake to writhe on.

“It’ll probably soak through, get my clothes messy too,” Sunghoon notes, giving a nip right over Jake’s heart. A heart he will court, earn and own. “But that is the least of our worries darling”

Jake hits him again. “Please. Please. Just stop talking. ” Embarrassment shows all over him, as his body curls and shudders when Sunghoon continues to rock back and forth. A rhythm that’s sure to destroy whatever composure he’s managed to grasp.

Sunghoon will ruin him.

He hums in the back of his throat, face nuzzling into his chest, nipping further at the skin, while his hands focus on other areas. “Only if you come for me.”

He lets his fingers grope freely, the light fabric doing little to hide his want. A digit traces his crack, while the others spread those cheeks greedily. He finds Jake’s entrance and teases.

Jake wails at the stimulation.

Sunghoon sighs happily using the texture of the silk against Jake’s defenses. He makes every touch maddening. He circles, he teases, and he presses in.

A centimeter is enough to make Jake break.

It’s violent. How long has Jake denied himself? The man collapsing with sobs over Sunghoon’s shoulders, his body going lax as it shakes out its release. He doesn’t take much to follow. Satisfaction helps him over the edge. He grinds a moment more before he’s spent. The barriers between them must be absolutely soaked and in a thought of depravity, he wonders if their seed is now mixed, embedded in the cloth...and how it would taste. 

“You feel so wonderful in my arms,” Sunghoon admits more to himself than to the older. He carries Jake to the guest bed, slowly lowering him so he can be draped artfully over the sheets. The oil lamp illuminates his worn figure. How his dark hair spills over the covers like ink, his chest still heaving with half-glazed eyes. He looks like an angel, fallen from grace and bullied without mercy.

Jake would kill him someday with his beauty.

 “Let’s get you out of those messy clothes.”

It’s telling that Jake doesn’t fight him. That he just lays there as Sunghoon peels the last of his clothing open. He lets Sunghoon tend to him, just like he should.

He can´t help but sigh at the sight.  Cum sticks at some places but the sight of his Jake, debauched and his, is one he will remember forever.

His skin is paler than the moon.

His nipples are like red ripe fruits that call for his bite.

A blush stains and spreads from his cheeks to the center of his chest. His thighs can be coaxed open so easily so the robe can be pulled from under him and dropped to the floor.

Jake will be his greatest treasure. Forever precious and loved.

“Ah, forgive my inattention. Later, you surely must think of some proper punishment for my incredible laziness. We´re far beyond finished.”

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Soobin isn't sure how long he's been writhing on the vibrator Yeonjun slid into him before putting him on his knees under his desk, but he's long past the point where pleasure turned into pain. He's come once already, untouched. He's been keeping his hands behind his back on Yeonjun's orders. He's oversensitive, but he can't beg for a reprieve when his mouth is full, and Yeonjun seems all too happy to keep him as his cockwarmer for now.

It had all started when Soobin refused to let Yeonjun out of bed for the man to go to work. In his defense his fiancé had gotten late from work already and he simply wanted to spend more time with him. But with the upcoming wedding, Yeonjun had taken it upon himself to make sure it would be a day Soobin never forgot, and that meant taking extra shifts at work.

And Soobin loved him for that, but he also missed him. His solution? Go with him to the office.

Yeonjun moved his hips, one of his hands leaving his keyboard to pet Soobin's black sweat-soaked hair. He couldn´t help but nuzzle at the contact, seeking the attention after being denied for so long, it made Yeonjun shiver in pleasure, rolling his chair away from the desk to take a look at Soobin's face.

"Oh, sweetheart." Yeonjun wiped Soobin's over stimulated tears away with a thumb as Soobin shuffles forward on his knees to keep Yeonjun's cock in his mouth. "You're doing so good. Such a good boy for me. I'm almost done with my work, you just have to hold on for a little while longer."

Soobin could only try and nod, he had not expected this to be what they did at his work, he thought it was going to be more about being taken on his desk or pressed against the office window. Not that he was complaining, but his imagination had a different scenario in mind, he´d have to propose it to Yeonjun later on.

Yeonjun was just so… sweet. He’s liberal with his praise, encouraging hums and whispers of approval settling over Soobin like a warm blanket. His every stroke is cajoling, calloused fingers barely brushing against Soobin’s skin. It makes Soobin feel precious. Safe. Cared-for.

Steeling himself, he does his best to bear the pleasure-pain. Right now, the only thing he wants is to prove himself worthy of Yeonjun praises, to earn more of these earth-shatteringly delicate caresses. If that means suffering through constant over stimulation longer then so be it. He quiets his mind and, takes deep shuddering breaths through his nose ignoring the pain in his body.

The warmth and weight of Yeonjuns cock in his mouth are grounding. Focusing on the ache in his jaw makes it easier to get used to the constant over stimulation. He’s starting to drift, the fuzzy haze of submission settling over him when the vibrations inside of him increase.

He had no idea how much time had passed at this point, but as Yeonjun caresses his cheek, he can´t help but cry out, jerking violently as a fresh wave of tears escapes him "It's okay, sweetheart. You can take it."

His heart beats too fast in his chest, as he shakes his head. It's too much, he's overwhelmed by sensations, pleasure and agony mixing in his blood like fire.

"Yes, you can," Yeonjun insists, voice deceptively soft as the toe of one of his loafers comes to rest against Soobin's balls, "don't you want to be good for me?"

His vision goes white, his entire body shaking as the thinly-veiled threat forces a second, almost-dry orgasm out of him.

"That's it, ." Yeonjun turns the vibe off and resumes petting Soobin's hair and face, "You're so good for me."

As soon as the vibrations stop, Soobin sags against Yeonjun's legs. His muscles feeling like jelly, and it takes all of his remaining control to keep his hands behind his back. Head buzzing with white noise, he lets Yeonjun help him back to his feet and bend him over his massive desk without protest.

Yeonjun bends down to press a kiss to his shoulder before pulling the toy out with slow, careful fingers. "That was perfect. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart."

Soobin doesn't reply, too busy trying to catch his breath, but warmth spreads in his chest at the praise. Yeonjun strokes his spine, letting his fingers trail down to Soobin's rim.

"My turn now," Yeonjun murmurs. "Spread your legs for me?"

Soobin complies, receiving a light smack too his ass. There's some shuffle behind him, as Yeonjun presses the head of his cock against his rim, his shaft wet with lube. He pushes in slowly, running a soothing hand over Soobin's back as he presses forward.

A whine tore from his throat, body clenching around the intrusion, making Yeonjun come down and press a kiss against his shoulder. "You alright?"

He nods weakly. It doesn’t hurt per say, but it's a lot when his body feels like one big live wire. Every minor sensation is amplified tenfold, and it makes Yeonjun’s touches feel intense, but Soobin pushes down his discomfort. The ache is insignificant this is what he so desperately wanted. Forcing himself to relax, he pushes back and takes Yeonjun in deeper.

Exhaling slowly, Yeonjun starts moving in and out of him. He fucks him steadily, leaving Soobin to scramble for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk whenever a particularly good thrust sends a spike of pleasure-pain up his spine.

The fabric of his suit brushes the back of Soobin's thighs, making him shiver. He can imagine what they look like, him, naked and covered in his own cum, getting fucked raw on a desk with Yeonjun behind him, half dressed and composed. The tear tracks on his cheeks make his face tingle, but he can't muster the energy to care when his entire body is screaming in oversensitivity. His mouth falls open, a steady stream of embarrassing whines and moans tumbling from his lips as Yeonjun keeps moving.

"God, love. You sound so—fuck, I wanna see you," Yeonjun pants. He pulls out and flips Soobin over in an impressive display of strength, carelessly sending papers and pens to the floor in a heap. He hooks Soobin's legs over his hips and slides back in. He can't help but throw his head back with a loud groan, back arching obscenely.

"Shit, look at you." Yeonjun bends down to bite and suck at his nipples, and his thrusts turn brutal. "big cock, small waist and a tight ass for me to fuck. So perfect."

He bites down a scream as Yeonjun wraps a hand around his dick. "Come for me again, sweetheart. I wanna feel it."

Soobin reaches over his head desperately to grab onto the edge of the desk, body arching further as he rasps, "Can't… please… Yeonjun, I—"

Yeonjun puts a hand over his mouth and jacks him off faster with the other, nailing his prostate with every thrust. He looks so beautiful with his blush high on his cheeks again, his pretty mouth slack with pleasure as he orders. "Hush. You can. C'mon, sweetheart, come for me again."

Soobin's tears overflow once more, even as he tries to focus on his own pleasure and ignore the sting of over stimulation. It's too much, pain messing with him and keeping him from tipping over the edge.

Yeonjun's hand slips down to wrap around Soobin's throat, he tenses, a rush of adrenaline flowing through him. He feels vulnerable in a way he never lets himself be, but he also feels held. Like it's okay to break because Yeonjun will be there to put the pieces of him back together.

The olders hand at his throat flexes on a hard thrust, putting just a hint of pressure on his Adam's apple, and Soobin lets go. Body pulling taut, he comes dry again with a silent scream. Yeonjun's rhythm falters as he clenches around his cock. "Fuck, yes. It's—you're so, ah… so fucking good, Yeonjun-ah."

He goes boneless, black spots dancing in his vision at the intensity of his orgasm. Yeonjun lets go of his throat to rut into him hard, chasing his own pleasure. He comes deep inside of him with a bitten-off shout and stays buried to the hilt, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm.

After a while, Yeonjun unhooks Soobin's legs from around his waist and pulls out. "God, That felt incredible. You were amazing sweetheart."

He shivers but he doesn't answer. Soobin would love to return the compliment, however he's not sure he can speak right now.

He feels floaty, like his soul is hovering outside of his body. Yeonjun doesn't seem to mind. He kisses Soobin lazily before disappearing for a minute to look for something in his bag. The plug is unexpected but not unwelcome, and Soobin stays pliant as Yeonjun slides it into him.

Once Yeonjun is satisfied with the way the plug sits, he guides Soobin into his lap on his massive office chair. Soobin does his best to comply. Weirdly enough, Yeonjun doesn't seem bothered by his dead weight. He cards a hand through Soobin's sweaty hair and holds him close, murmuring sweet nothings into his neck.

With how careful and soft Yeonjun is being, it's no wonder Soobin dozes off.

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Hyunjin was overall very against this plan in the first place.

Even more so when he heard that Felix was going to be the bait. It was what had to be done; out of all of them he had the most androgynous features, it would be easy for him to look the part and seduce the director just long enough for it to be a distraction.  

So when he saw Felix’s transformation, there was only one thought going through his head:

People saw him like that.

In that high-slit dress that showed off his curves, lace garter belt that hugged the left side of his thigh, his hair taken up in a half pony tail, the make up? It was all too much for Hyunjin to think about.

So as soon as the mission was over he took him to his room. Smacking the other’s ass along the way, igniting a squeak out of the poor man.

Felix lands roughly onto his bed, messing up the carefully placed waves in his long hair. Hyunjin is immediately on top of the other man.

“What did he do to you?” He asks, letting his eyes wander around Felix’s body.

“Nothing?” Felix meekly replies. The intensity of Hyunjin’s stare is enough to know he’s mad, but unsure of why.

“Nothing.” Hyunjin repeats, this time placing a heated hand on the curve of Felix’s revealed leg. “He didn’t touch you like this?”

“N-No.”

“Perhaps this way?” Hyunjin’s hands rise to fiddle with the threaded clasps that hold the gown together. He skillfully unhooks them, slowly revealing the pale smooth skin beneath. He stops midway, keeping the ones near his chest closed. “Answer.”

“He didn’t!” Felix squirms underneath him, heart beating fast in trepidation of what Hyunjin was going to do to him. “I promise nothing happened.”

“Then how did you distract him?”

“I…” Felix falters, unsure if his answer will truly soothe the burning desire present in Hyunjin’s eyes. “I’ll show you.”

He gingerly brings his arms up, wrapping them around Hyunjin’s neck. He pulls them close, his lips almost touching the other’s ear and whispers, “I did it like this,”

Felix slowly bends his leg in between them to further tease the other man. The position is awkward, bending in such a way, but worth the deep groan when he presses a clothed foot against the straining bulge on Hyunjin’s pants.

In this position, he doesn’t see the rage that fills Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls away from his grasp, opting to lift his legs up over his shoulders. He grabs onto his stockings, then rips the crotch of it away, leaving it beyond repair. His clothed hips hit the back of Felix’s rather naked thighs and he subtly grinds against him.

“You seduced him to bed.” Hyunjin states.

“I had to,” Felix scoffs, “It’s working on you.”

He snatches his leg back again, this time pressing his heel against Hyunjin’s cock lightly. The heat emanating from the pad of his foot is enough indicating his excitement, and Felix has the audacity to grin up at the seething man on top of him.

“Felix.”

“How else was I— ah…” Felix’s retort is lost when he feels a burning heat through his abdomen. He falters, gripping the sheets underneath him. “I, uh, ah…?”

Even Hyunjin blinks at the sudden change, “Felix?”

His entire body is set ablaze, shaking in both need and want. He takes a moment to calm down, taking a shaky breath as he looks at Joonghyuk with hazy eyes.

“The— the thing I a te.” Felix slurs, “Someth—ing, something in it. Was in it. I ate it.”

“You ate dubious food.” Hyunjin slowly says, piecing it all together.

“Didn’t want to.” He huffs, feeling the heat rise from within again. “If you don’t do anything now, I’m goin— ah, ah!”

He’s once again cut off when he feels a bite in his inner thighs. A hot tongue mouthing against the sheer fabric of his underwear, or what he calls an underwear from how small it is. He has no time to explain when he’s suddenly spread way too open. Too exposed—

“Lingerie?” Hyunjin questions, mouth just a hair’s breadth away from the elastic of the underwear.

“Wooyoung said it would look better,” Felix huffs, the heat of the drug muddling his thoughts.

While looks alone might´ve been enough to seduce the director, he had to wait a long time before getting to meet him, hence why he ate the food there in the first place, he had no idea it would have aphrodisiac in it, because really why would it? However it did help him make the distraction a lot easie, but it seemed that the effects hadn´t worn off.

“Don’t talk about other people.” In retaliation, Hyunjin’s larger hand cups him through the fabric, squeezing gently, eliciting quiet moans from Felix. “Focus on me.”

“You asked—!” He gasps when the bottom side of the underwear is pulled aside, cock hard and taught as it strains through the now transparent fabric. “T-Take it off.”

“No.”

“Bast—ah-rd!”

The feeling of Hyunjin’s hand quells the thirst building from within, similar to a cooling effect. With just a few pumps, he’s already cumming all over himself and the dress, staining it.

“Already?”

“It’s the aphrodisiac.” Felix murmurs between his fingers.

While Hyunjin would’ve loved to rip off the ruined pair of panties, he had to admit that it looked nice against Felix’s skin. He leaves it be, opting to rifle through the drawers next to the bed to take out a bottle.

“You’re still hard.” The older muses, uncapping the bottle before squirting its contents onto his clean hand.

Felix flushes behind his hands, kicking the back of Hyunjin with his heel, “Sshut the hell up.”

The hit makes Hyunjin chuckle, but he does stay quiet. Once his hands were warm enough, he gently prods a finger against his entrance, circling the twitching hole. He pushes in slowly, watching Felix’s expression fall.

One finger becomes two, then three. Pressing up against the other’s walls, trying to find the spot where Felix squirms. He spreads them out, as much as he can to avoid hurting him, then his middle bumps against a different texture within.

“A-Ah—” Felix bites back a moan, head tossing back once Hyunjin figures out what it was. He redoubles his efforts, tapping against that spot, making Felix kick out his legs and curl his toes.

Cum pathetically squirts out of his cock, but he doesn’t go limp.

“H-Hurry.” Felix pathetically begs, “Please, please—”

Hyunjin finally gives him mercy, slowly removing his fingers and has the audacity to chuckle when Felix whines at the loss. He uses his clean hand to somehow unfasten his pants when Felix’s patience wears thin.

He finds himself pushed back onto the bed and makes himself comfortable on top of him.

“Felix?”

“You’re taking too long!” Felix glares.

An ah, what a sigh indeed.

His hair is tousled from when he kept moving his head, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. His legs are spread against Hyunjin’s waist and the exposed skin from the unbuttoned dress is tantalizing enough for Hyunjin to bite.

Instead of doing any of his thoughts, he watches as Felix shuffles lower to kneel against the bed, moving Hyunjin so he is sitting. He watches as deft fingers free his cock from the confines of his briefs. It smacks against Felix’s cheek and normally he’d tease, but he’s probably too pent up to do so.

Hyunjin lets out a gasp, biting his cheek when a warm mouth descends onto the tip of his dick. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the sudden swallow. Felix slightly gags, but keeps it in as his nose nestles against his pelvis. He pulls his head back, and then takes in the entirety of his length again at a tantalizing pace. His hands have disappeared below, presumably jerking himself off while he sucked Hyunjin’s dick.

Hyunjin places his clean hand into Felix’s locks, gripping the hair at its base. In return, he looks up through his long lashes; mouth halfway down his length and Hyunjin forcibly pushes him back down on it with little warning.

Felix chokes, hands flying up to squeeze themselves on Hyunjin’s thighs. They stay there as Hyunjin uses both of his hands this time, grabbing onto the sides of his head and practically fucking into the warm confines of Felix’s mouth.

There’s a mix of spit and precum coating Felix’s lips and chin, drooling onto the floor below them. Hyunjin stands abruptly, forcing Felix higher onto his knees. This way, he’s able to thrust his hips better, leaving Felix limp as he uses his head as some sort of fleshlight.

He thrusts into the back of his mouth fully, looking down at Felix’s tear-filled eyes as he cums down his throat. He grits his teeth, briefly forgetting that Felix needed to breathe.

Hyunjin finally pulls out, grunting as a few more ropes of cum splatter onto the other’s face, painting over his eye and cheeks obscenely. He thumbs the dribbling cum at the corner of his lips, pushing his digit inside and Felix sucks on it as if he didn´t have a dick in his mouth just moments prior.

When Hyunjin looks down, there’s an obvious dark patch on the dress. Indicating that Felix merely came from sucking him off.

“Is that what you wanted?” Hyunjin finally composed himself enough to ask.

“It— ah.” Felix lets go of the finger then clears his throat when he realizes it's hoarse. “It’s not enough.”

Felix should’ve known what was coming next. The mere smirk on Hyunjin made him shake, and a bit hard, but he’d never confess that.

…

He finds himself on his hands and knees as Hyunjin fucks him from the back. His face is smothered against the pillow, drool and tears wetting the fabric. He’s long lost his coherency, only replying with ”more” or “harder” and the frequent “ah, ah, ah!”

The aphrodisiac has long lost its effectiveness on his body, but the burning need and want still remains.

He gasps when he feels his long hair pulled, forcing his back to arch. It’s painful in a good way, as one of his hands grapples to hold onto the one that was in his hair. With no pillow to bite onto and muffle his moans, he’s practically screaming into the empty room. Noises he never knew he could make accompanied the sounds of wet skin slapping. It made his ears burn. The mere thought of Hyunjin wanting him this way— debauched and begging for more, was something he never thought of before.

There’s an obvious shake in his thighs from being in this position for too long, but unable to move due to Hyunjin’s grip around his waist and hair.

“Hyun—” Felix slurs, “Pl—ease—”

Hyunjin does grace him with some sort of pity, finally letting go of his hair and hooking his arms underneath his legs to lift him up. He gasps when he feels his world spin, being lifted up like he didn’t weigh anything to the other man. Hyunjin’s standing now, with his hands locked behind Felix’s neck and thrusts upwards. He feels like he’s ascended.

“Hkk—!” Felix screeches, arms pinned behind and in between their bodies. “N—Noot like that!”

From this position, he could clearly see how much of a mess he’s made of himself. The bottom half of the dress is probably ruined and stained, his stomach is slightly indented from the amount of cum that’s being fucked into him and there are obvious bitemarks around his legs down to his ankles. While the dress is hiked up around his waist, the feeling of the fabric against his cock is enough stimulation for him to cum again for the umpteenth time, clear fluid spurting out sparsely.

“Use your words.” Hyunjin gruffs out, continuing to jackhammer back into him.

Felix sobs, hands clawing uselessly against Hyunjin’s thighs. His head tilts back, allowing him to bite at his neck. Leaving obvious marks that’ll show no matter how high a collar he wore.

“—nough,” Felix wetly cries out, “No mooore…”

“More?”

“No…!”

Despite his pleas, Hyunjin merely flips them to another position and chuckles when Felix tries to crawl away. So all he could do was lay there; taking whatever’s given to him. His body twists at the onslaught, twitching at the overstimulation. He scratches at Hyunjin’s abdomen, but all it does is make him go faster, filling him up to the absolute brim. There are stars littering his vision, and he has to grab onto Hyunjin to remember that he’s still here on earth.

Hyunjin leans on top of him, taking one leg over his shoulder to further fuck himself in. Felix babbles on about something, but it’s all too incoherent.

“Next time,” Hyunjin gruffs against his ear, their bodies are so pressed together that Felix thinks he’ll suffocate, “Wear this in private.”

“There’s—ss no nexst time…” Felix murmurs.

But the grin on his damn face says otherwise.

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When Sunoo finally makes it home, it's well after midnight and he feels more wiped out than he usually does after events. Between the flashing lights, the constant photo shoots, tedious runways and after parties, it can be exhausting. But at last for today, he's done. He mechanically goes up to his apartment, his fingers uncommonly sluggish and clumsy on the keys.

He makes a half-hearted attempt to roll some of the tension out of his shoulders, joints cracking at the motion, but all it does is makes him feel dizzy. Too much champagne on a mostly empty stomach, probably. That, and weeks of too little sleep catching up with him at last.

Loosening the corset, Sunoo steps into the kitchen to get himself some water. He doesn't even bother switching the light on, heading straight to the sink to fill up a glass and swallowing it down in greedy gulps.

It takes him too long to realize that he isn't alone.

There's a noise behind him, so soft it could almost be nothing, just the creaks and cracks of the furniture or the gurgle of the water pipes. But Sunoo's instincts are slightly more functional than his situational awareness apparently is, and those same instincts are screaming at him that it's not nothing.

He stiffens, fingers tightening around the glass. It's too thin and light to make an effective weapon, but throwing it at the intruder might still give Sunoo the moment of surprise, maybe cause enough of a distraction to get away.

Whoever the intruder is, they either don't have firearms or they don't want him dead, otherwise they would have had all the time in the world to shoot him in the back already.

Every muscle in his body is coiled tight as he's about to spin around and make his move.

Just a second too slow.

A body slams into him from behind, knocking the air out of his lungs as he's pushed forward into the counter. Fingers clamp around his right wrist, grinding his bones together until Sunoo is forced to let go of the glass. It drops to the tiled floor and shatters into pieces with a bang that cuts through the silence.

It's not quite the distraction Sunoo wanted. But people trapped against the kitchen sink can't be choosers, so he tries to make the most of it. He kicks his heel against the intruder´s shin and drives back his free elbow at the same, a well-practiced move that he needed to learn for safety that had gotten him out of a number of unfortunate chokeholds in the past. Not this time, though.

It's like the attacker knew that Sunoo would try that, which is concerning enough by itself.

There's not enough time to think about that, though, not when the attacker sidesteps Sunoo's move and twists Sunoo's wrist onto his back, high enough up that he has arch his spine. A grunt is wedged from his throat. His attempt to wiggle out of the hold only earns him another painful squeeze around his wrist.

Then an arm reaches around his shoulders, and suddenly there's cool steel against his windpipe.

He abruptly stills.

His breath is coming fast and labored his pulse a loud, rabbiting thud in his ear. His assailant is right behind him, close enough that he can feel them exhaling hot against his neck, as he swallows, and the knife pushes harder against his skin.

"Safeword?" a familiar voice rasps in his ear – and just like that Sunoo's brain grinds to a sudden halt.

His body reassesses the situation before his mind manages to shift gears. Without consciously thinking about what he's doing, he goes slack in the grip that pins him to the counter. Niki's grip. Shit. This is Niki.

He's holding a knife to Sunoo's throat and asking for his safeword, Sunoo is going to murder him. He hadn´t seen his boyfriend in maybe three years, he´d gone to Japan on a job opportunity and he was too busy with dancing to follow, this was apparently his nice little welcome gift.

He wets his paper-dry lips and swallows again, unconsciously noticing that the knife has eased off a little.

"I-land." His voice is almost steady.

Niki snorts. "Figures."

And then the blade presses down harder again. It slides upwards until it rests beneath Sunoo's chin, forcing his head back so far that the angle strains his neck.

Sunoo shivers with the knowledge that all it would take is a twist of Niki's wrist and Sunoo's life would bleed out of him all over his kitchen floor. Of course Niki wouldn't do that, surely.

"Missed me?"

Niki's voice was exactly as he remembered, deep, and smooth. The same voice he's been hearing in his head when he closes his eyes.

"You could´ve told me," he snaps, twisting his head towards Niki.

He feels a prick of pain when the blade nicks his skin. It's a shallow cut, barely more than the sort he's accidentally – or 'accidentally' – given himself shaving before, but there's something hauntingly arousing in the slow trickle of blood down the side of his throat.

So much for his self-preservation instincts.

Niki lets go of his wrist only to reach up and curve his hand around Sunoo's throat, just beneath the blade. The fresh cut stings where the younger’s palm rubs against it, but Sunoo barely manages to focus on it because his fingers keep tracing under his hip.

"And where´s the fun in that," Niki taunts, "You have the most beautiful reactions"

Before he can respond, the knife lifts from his throat and Sunoo can't help it, he whined. He wants the blade back on his skin, the pressure of it, the sharpness, the sting and the threat.

Niki's chuckle is smooth and rich like warm honey. "Patience."

It's doesn't come out like a taunt. It´s too soft, oo fond. Sunoo's mind briefly gets caught up on it, not quite able to process the shift.

He's still preoccupied with it when the hand around his throat tightens, going from subtle suggestion to punishing grip. It's not choking him, not quite yet, but breathing suddenly isn't as easy as it was a moment ago. Niki's nails dig harshly into his skin. They're going to leave marks that he won't be able to hide. Angry half-moon indents and colorful bruises screaming Nishimura Niki was here as brazenly and clearly as the lights on the runway.

And then Sunoo feels the knife's tip at the nape of his neck, lightly scraping down from his hairline to his collar. It lights up every nerve end along his spine like a flare, sending a cool shiver down his back. There's nowhere for him to go, no way to move back or forth, caught between Niki's hand and the sink.

Fabric tears when the knife continues moving downwards, the blade ripping through Sunoo's outfit as if it were made from paper.

"That's a 3,000 dollar designer fit," Sunoo complains, annoyance beneath the rush of arousal and exhilarating need, habitual but genuine. He doesn't like too waste.

Niki's huff brushes warm air against the shell of Sunoo's ear. "You can afford it."

"Not the poi—"

The words abruptly die on his tongue when his air is cut off.

"I wasn't asking for permission, beautfiul."

It's one of Niki's usual nicknames for Sunoo that he uses all the time now when they're bickering and there's no great need for secrecy, something Sunoo associates whenever the younger wants to end things earlier.

The grip on Sunoo's throat remains steady and tight until Sunoo feels lightheaded. He instinctively starts to struggle; his chest feeling like someone put it into a vice, lungs screaming for air. Niki holds on a moment longer until his fingers ease just enough that Sunoo can breathe again.

He takes a deep, stuttering breath, his lungs ablaze when they fill up again. He lets himself go limp in Niki's hold, hanging off his hand like a rag doll as the younger keeps cutting his clothes into pieces.

He slices through the waistband of Sunoo's pants and down, down, down, until they're as thoroughly ruined as his dress shirt and the suit jacket. His briefs get the same treatment. Niki isn't being careful, recklessly wielding the blade. It scratches angrily along Sunoo's ass and his upper thighs, prickling pain that only registers when the knife has already moved on. It doesn't feel like deep cuts, probably just superficial grazes that hardly even draw blood, but Sunoo's skin feels electrified, hypersensitive, every brush of torn fabric against the fresh making his breath come harder.

Niki does a thorough job of shredding the suit until there's nothing left of it that resembles Sunoo's classy outfit at the runway. The last few pieces fall away at least, leaving Sunoo all but bare, his back and ass exposed.

It's cool enough in the kitchen that he breaks into goose-bumps. Or maybe that's just from Niki's knuckles brushing against the sore, scraped skin. Their touch is light, almost appreciative.

"Always knew you'd mark up prettily. I guess I should´ve stuck around for longer just to do this, huh?"

Sunoo's cock jerks, the edge of the counter digging uncomfortably into it. He's been hard ever since Niki pushed the knife against his throat, the arousal a constant, exciting buzz at the back of his mind, but it's pushing to the forefront now, becoming urgent, embers blazing into a flash fire.

He arches his back, trying to push himself closer to him, forgetting that he was acting like he didn't want this.

"Please," he begs. It comes out more like a broken sob than a word, hoarse and needy. He wants Niki's hands on him, his knife, his cock, anything. He licks his lips and tries again, "Please, I need—"

A sharp crack echoes through the room, cutting his words off. Dull, throbbing pain blossoms across Sunoo's right ass cheek from the impact of Niki's palm. A little to the side, a sharper kind of sting where the knife Niki was still holding must have nicked Sunoo's skin. Fuck.

"Patience Angel" Niki replies.

Beneath the casual tone coils a warning, low and dangerous.

He takes the hand off Sunoo's throat, and he tries – he really does – but he can't stop himself from making an unhappy noise of protest.

Another slap rocks him into the counter, driving his cock harder against the edge and making him gasp in surprise and pain. Just two single open-handed blows, and Niki isn't even putting his back into it – Sunoo remembers vividly what it felt like being pummeled by Niki at full strength and this wasn't it – but his ass still feels more bruised and battered than it does when he misjudges the grappling distance and lands on his backside. He curls his fingers around the countertop, clinging to it as his legs wobble underneath him.

And then Niki's knife returns to Sunoo's neck, at the same time as his other hand pushes between Sunoo's sore cheeks, leaving a trail of slippery wetness that's pleasantly cool against the cuts and bruises on the heated skin.

He bites his lips to stop himself from making a sound when he's breached by Niki's finger— no, that's two fingers, it burns despite the lube. He isn't doing a particularly good job of staying quiet, and gets treated with a vicious little twist of Niki's wrist. Under his chin, the pressure from the knife grows.

The metal isn't cold anymore, warmed up by Sunoo's body heat. Niki has turned the knife so that the wide, blunt side of the blade is resting flush against Sunoo's skin. It's a different kind of sensation than before, but even when the sharp, curved edge isn't dancing along his unprotected throat, the sense of danger remains every bit as present and exhilarating.

Eyes fluttering shut, Sunoo tips his head back as far as it goes, reveling in the sensations.

Niki's fingers are rough inside him, and the blade is smooth and warm, and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world. The idle whispers of pain are grounding. The constantly whirling cog wheels of his mind are finally still, finally silent. Nothing to worry about, no perfect walk or imperfections, just this.

His erection is still trapped against the counter, but that's okay. It's a pleasant kind of ache, just like the scrapes and bruises Niki littered him with, like the small cut on his throat that's probably already half-closed. Sunoo wants to come, but he isn't actively chasing release, the earlier desperation melted away into a content buzz that he's happy to ride out as long as it lasts.

He gasps when Niki replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing into him at a maddeningly slow pace. Even following the rough stretch of Niki's digits, his cock feels large, even more so because Niki feeds it into him inch by inch. He fills up Sunoo slowly, steadily, making him feel the girth with every push.

Sunoo's forehead is hot and clammy, hair sticking to his skin, beads of sweat running down the side of his face. His nails try their best to claw into the countertop. He can hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ear, hollow and deep, like he's under water.

The knife never wavers. Not when Niki finally pushes all the way into him. Not when he tangles his hand in Sunoo's hair and holds on tight. Not when he pulls out of Sunoo and slams back into him so hard that it drives all the air out of his lungs. The sharp, relentless metal against his throat remains a lethal, unyielding presence that keeps Sunoo's attention while Niki fucks him.

He can barely focus on anything else. It all blurs into the background: Niki's harsh thrusts. The unforgiving firmness of the counter rubbing against Sunoo's hard cock. The length of Niki's body plastered against Sunoo's naked, scraped back when he leans in.

"Come on, Angel," he says right against Sunoo's ear, cruelly urging Sunoo on. His breath is coming in hot, heavy gusts. "Show me how messed up you really are. All I gotta do is turn the knife and I'd slit your pretty throat for real this time. And you're so hard for it, you're gonna come all over your fancy kitchen."

He pulls back a little and changes his angle on the next thrust, nailing Sunoo's prostate. He doesn't bother trying to muffle his high-pitched cry this time, pressing himself up against the knife.

"Maybe I should carve my name into your skin, so everyone can see who you belong to."

Sunoo doesn't know if it's the words that send him over the edge or the pleasure-pain of Niki's fast-paced thrusts. With a wrecked sound, he comes. His cock jerks, dragging roughly against the edge of the counter.

Everything is bright and fuzzy. His legs give way, but Niki catches him and pins him against the counter. Sunoo faintly registers that he can't feel the pressure from the knife anymore, he can't quite make out his words, just that they're softer and vaguely praising, and when he feels Niki coming, there's an unfamiliar inflection in the way he says Sunoo's name. It sounds like awe. Like reverence. Like something Sunoo is too exhausted to examine.

He closes his eyes and allows his mind to go blank and his body to go slack.

Just for a minute.

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He doesn't protest much when Niki wrestles him into the shower. Sunoo isn't always good at taking direction without objections, but he's too spent and blissed out to put up a fight, and Niki's hands feel so nice and soothing on his oversensitive skin and on his scalp.

When he slides into bed, Niki leans over him, tenderly brushing Sunoo's damp hair out of his face. He raises an eyebrow at Sunoo. "So, what did you think of my coming home gift?"

Fifteen-year-old him may have had a very vivid imagination and an abundance of hormones, but even in his most unrealistic daydreams, he never even considered Niki cleaning him up with more gentleness than anyone would believe him to be capable of possessing and more or less carrying him to bed afterwards.

He makes a contemplative noise. "Not bad. Still, you should´ve said something, I would´ve liked a hello first"

Niki snorts. "Yeah right, you´ll never be satisfied" he says, but the fondness in his tone takes the sting out of the insult.

Niki's fingers haven't stopped running through Sunoo's hair. It's relaxing. Sunoo feels floaty and comfortable, and it takes effort to keep his eyes open. Now that he's coming down from the adrenaline and endorphin high, the tiredness from before is catching up with him fast. All he wants to do is to curl under the covers and sleep for ten hours straight.

"Stay?"

“Wasn´t going anywhere”

He falls asleep with a smile on his face, nestled into the warmth of Niki's embrace.

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If making out with three people at once was a pleasure unlike any Heesung's ever experienced, and then this is beyond his wildest dreams. They fall into the scene almost as soon as they get through Heesung´s  bedroom door: the three of them rolling around naked in his bed, sweat and hickeys and a symphony of lewd noises as making out turns into Sunghoon and Heesung between Jake's spread legs, working together to finger him open. Neither of them have the longest or thickest fingers, but combined it's more than enough to get Jake writhing and moaning, gripping their hair tightly.

They each have two fingers inside of him, scissoring him open; the sensation of Heesung's fingers rubbing over Sunghoon's in such a tight, lube-wet space and hearing Jake whine out because of it is arousing to say the least. What's more is how Sunghoon moves on from leaving bruises with his mouth on Jake's thighs.

"Please," Jake starts to whine after countless more minutes of being stretched. "Please, I want— want you. Want both of you so bad."

"How do you want us, baby?" Sunghoon asks his voice deep with desire, his and Heesung´s fingers still inside of him, gently massaging his walls and narrowly avoiding his prostate.

"Want both of you," Jake babbles, spreading his legs further apart and hooking his arms beneath his knees, A moan tears out of him as Heesung´s and Sunghoon´s fingers suddenly leave him, his rim clenching around nothing. He looks up at them and licks his lips, his eyes so wide and pleading. "Both."

"You... you mean, like..." Heesung tries to articulate but finds himself at a loss for words. The expression on his face and the flushed color of it must reflect the internal panic he's going through, because Jake is starting to grin while he looks back and forth between them.

"At the same time?" Sunghoon's face is just as shocked when Heesung meets his eyes.

Of all the times that Heesung tried to imagine what a threesome would be like, the possible positioning and placement, he never really considered that they could both be inside Jake. He imagined a spit roast maybe, one of them fucking him and the other getting sucked off, or even some kind of train where someone was fucking Jake and Jake was fucking someone else.

Jake nods, running his fingertips over one of the hickeys Sunghoon made on his thigh. "Exactly. If you guys want to."

"I mean... Jesus, Jake. That's-... are you sure?" Heesung asked in a worried tone, but he knows Jake wouldn't ask for something that he didn´t feel ready for or couldn´t handle. No one knows his limits better than him. This is extremely new for both of them, so hopefully he's versed enough to guide them through.

"I've done it before, I can take it. Please." Jake slips a few of his fingers into himself, pumping them slowly, drawing his boyfriends' attention to it. He watches them back with weighted lids, tongue pressed into his cheek.

The information came as a shocker to both of them, the fact that Jake had taken two cocks at once before, neither of them saw it coming. They both quickly glance at each other not bothering to hide the surprise from their faces.

Heesung grins back and nods. “Alright then” He leans down to peck Jake´s lips before pulling back "You're gonna have to tell us exactly what you want to do then."

Jake lies there and happily accepts the extra attention of getting prepped to accept the future intrusions. Once a tear slips down the side of his face and he starts pleading for them, they're sure he's ready.

Sunghoon lies down so that Jake can straddle him, Jake lowered his arms around the younger´s  neck and begins to kiss him , while Heesung sits back and waits his turn with his hand stroking his cock, the sight of Jake´s hand guiding Sunghoon´s  length into him too much to ignore.

Jake sank down on it rather quickly, presenting no resistance what so ever, leaning down over Sunghoon's chest with his elbows holding him up as he starts to move his hips. He can hear them kissing, moaning. Then he's sitting up properly and turning his upper half so he can look toward Heesung, holding a hand out to him.

"Now, Heesung," Jake's voice is soft albeit a bit wrecked. Heesung lets him take his hand and guide him over until he's sitting up on his knees behind Jake who bends over a bit and props himself up on one hand, using the other to spread himself open for Heesung. "Your turn, hyung."

Heesung holds the base of his dick and rests his other palm on the small of Jake's back, lining himself up with the top edge of his hole that's still engulfing most of Sunghoon. Heesung glances at Sunghoon silently asking if he´s ready, who only nods in response. Sunghoon reaches around Jake to grip his ass and help spread it wider open. The image will stay on Heesung for a long time.

Heesung begins to slowly, so slowly, push his way into Jake. He's barely got the tip in and Jake is already yelling out, his arm trembling and nearly giving out, almost collapsing on top of Sunghoon. Heesung stops for a moment afraid he´s crossed some limit.

"Keep going," Jake slurs, reaching behind him to grip onto Heesung's wrist, holding him in place so he can't withdraw his dick. "don´t stop."

So he continues, pushing further in. The feeling of Jake's rim stretching to accommodate him and the slide of his cock against Sunghoon's — Heesung has to squeeze his eyes shut to bear it. Sunghoon hisses, and then a strangled groan escapes him. Jake is barely even breathing, whimpering with every inch.

"Breathe, baby," Heesung tells him, buried about a third of the way in. He comfortingly rubs Jake's back, from the bottom of his spine up to his shoulder blades. "Talk to us. How does it feel?"

"It— holy fuck— ah, so fucking full," Jake gasps between each word, gripping Heesung's wrist tighter, that it´s likely it´ll leave a mark with how deeply he's digging them in. "More."

"Doing such a good job, Jake," Sunghoon says, his voice sounding extraordinarily even, given the circumstances. The next thing Heesung hears is the slap of skin — Sunghoon's hand on Jake's ass —making Jake cry out and jerk in response, which involuntarily makes him move on their cocks, and Heesung's eyes roll back. "Taking us so well. Your perfect little hole just for us."

Heesung's not sure why he never considered Sunghoon being a dirty talker. He's charming in every other way, so honestly he shouldn't be so floored by this. He presses his lips to Jake's shoulder, kissing his warm skin a few times as he continues pushing his cock in as much as he can. "That's our boy. So good for us. You feel fucking amazing."

It's a tight fit to say the least, but he's in and he can't believe it. Jake taking them well is a subtlety. He's already trying to rock on them, pressing his chest against Sunghoon's and pulling Heesung with him so they can lie in a pile with Jake in the middle. He's still trying to fuck himself on them, stuffed to the actual brim, but Sunghoon and Heesung decide to take over for him.

While Sunghoon begins to roll his hips up, Heesung starts to fuck into Jake from behind. It's almost white hot inside of him, and his cock keeps sliding against Sunghoon's and Jake keeps clenching tighter. Heesung doesn't see them lasting very long.

And he's never heard Jake be this loud. He's hitting octaves he didn't think were even possible. He imagines that having two cocks fucking into you at one time does that. Reduces you to a wild animal that doesn't know how to do anything but scream and drool and beg for more as if there's any more you can even be given. It makes Heesung want to fuck him even harder, faster, deeper just to see how gone Jake can get. So he does, and Sunghoon's on the same page.

Heesung's bedroom is loud with moans and cries and sloppy kisses, skin slapping against skin and his bed frame creaking. Jake is getting jolted relentlessly between them, one of his hands holding on tightly to Sunghoon's and the other tangled in Heesung's hair, keeping him held close. There's the quick, slick sound of Heesung jerking him off, and Jake starts to babble incoherently about how much he wants to cum. Heesung's not far off, and the way Sunghoon's moans are getting higher says he's close, too.

"Please, please, please, oh, fuck," Jake sobs, uncoordinated in the way he moves his hips forward into Heesung's hand, backward into Heesung's thrusts, and downward into Sunghoon's. "C-Cum, lemme cum, cum p-please—"

Heesung trails kisses along Jake's shoulder and looks down at Sunghoon who looks so fucked out and hot it's ridiculous. His makeup is smudged, there's sweat on his forehead, his hair's a mess, never mind the bruises on his neck that Heesung and Jake mindlessly gave him while they were all pressed together, Sunghoon left vulnerable beneath them. "What do you think, Hoon?" Heesung asks, voice absolutely gone. "You think we should let him?"

Jake whines clutching Sunghoon's hand and tugs on Heesung's hair, hard. "Come on, i-it's my birthday!"

"Fine," Sunghoon grants, his voice just as bad as theirs. “Only because you asked so nicely”

With Jake pressed tightly between their chests, Heesung thrusts quickly into him while Sunghoon fucks upward, Jake's face buried in the mattress as he wails. His spine tries to arch and he throws his head back when he comes, spurting between his own stomach and Sunghoon's and all over Heesung's hand. He shudders hard, constricts so tightly around them that it rips gasps out of them. Heesung doesn't even have the space to pull out.

He goes stiff, digging his fingertips into Jake's waist and emptying into him while Sunghoon continues erratically thrusting up in search of his own end. It comes not seconds later, the brunet shivering and breathing out such a pretty, wispy moan. If Jake was warm and snug before, he's scalding and airtight now. He's got Heesung feeling over stimulated already and they aren't even moving anymore.

Jake lies there, limp and heaving on top of Sunghoon. Heesung kisses one side of his head and Sunghoon kisses the other, running their hands comfortingly along his smooth, sweaty skin to coax him back to earth.

"I uh— I'm gonna pull out first?" Heesung says, sitting up and gently holding onto Jake's hips. Sunghoon keeps stroking lightly along Jake's back as Heesung draws his pelvis back slowly, watching as he slips out of Jake and, in turn, drive out Sunghoon's cock out. A cascade of pearly white follows their cocks on their way out, oozing down Jake's perineum and onto the bed.

His partners help him roll off of Sunghoon so he can lie down on his back, the two of them moving to snuggle up to his sides and smother him in kisses, love, praise. Telling him over and over how well he did and how good he is and how much they love him, ignoring the gross fact that they're stuck together by cum and lube and sweat.

“Thank you so much for today,” he murmurs. “Best birthday I’ve ever had. I love you both so much.”

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Hongjoong felt a low buzz under his skin as he finished with Seonghwa ´s tie, pulling it tight against his throat, but not enough to choke. Melancholy eyes watched him behind his mask.

"Harder…" He mumbled breathlessly, chest heaving.

"Not yet," He replied, shaking his head and smoothing out his partner's suit. "I can choke you later, if that's what you want." Hongjoong smiled softly.

"Yes, please."

"Alright. Now come on, we have work to do. We can do the ritual later." Seonghwa  nodded, already seeming much happier, before standing to follow him out the door.

Gambling didn't always work out for Hongjoong. There was a time when he'd thought that the gambling debts he'd racked up were the worst thing to ever happen to him. Then, that blame shifted. After that, the worst choice he'd ever made was making a bet with a devil. If Hongjoong won, he got all the money he would ever need to be out of debt. And if the devil won, he got his soul. Guess who won. On the bright side, he got out of the debt either way. No debtor could find him in the depths of hell, after all. The first few centuries as a newly born devil were… difficult. But in the end, Hongjoong figured it was worth it. He was able to become strong, famous, and powerful. Then, he met Seonghwa .

Seongha was… an amateur warlock, at best. When Hongjoong showed up in his summoning circle, he'd been stunned into silence, and Hongjoong ended up having to talk him down from a panic attack at the shock of the ritual actually working. When Seonghwa  finally calmed down enough, he explained. He didn't want power, magic, a teacher, guidance, a wish.

Instead, he asked for an ally. A friend, of all things. He would serve Hongjoong, his hands on the mortal plane, and in exchange, he wouldn't have to be alone.

It wasn't until long after they formed the pact did Hongjoong understand why he truly needed a friend so badly.

Seonghwa  had bitten off more than he could chew on a solo mission and, after what was arguably far too long to wait, summoned him.

He had given up.

Hongjoong had screamed at him, demanding to know why he hadn't called for help, to know what had gone so wrong.

Seonghwa  hadn't answered, only asking him to hold his hand. He could hear the enemy rounding the corner, about to discover him and finish him off. Hongjoong could not let that happen.

He did not let that happen.

After that, he refused to leave his side. They made some revisions to the contract. Hongjoong got to protect him, to teach him magic, to help him learn to protect himself from the supernatural.

However, keeping his form together on this plane for so long became taxing. He needed offerings. At first, it was blood, Seonghwa  letting him bleed him dry.

Then, they grew closer.

Finally, Seonghwa  offered him his body instead. He made a beautiful sacrifice.

After a too-long day of speaking with other patrons and devils in the infernal realm, they finally got to return home, Seonghwa  happily shucking his hard-shell mask made to match Hongjoong, already buzzing around to prepare the altar.

It was another sort of summoning circle, one that allowed the power of the infernal plane to slip through, with a sort of nest built in the center of blankets and pillows, all chosen to make things as comfortable as possible. Watching him bustle around reminded him of a bird, preparing their nest to present it to a mate.

"You're eager today, huh?" Hongjoong mused, slipping out of his cloak as he watched him.

"I'm always eager. I just… didn't want to wait much longer. Is that okay?"

"Of course, sweet thing." He hummed, getting up onto the tips of his toes to kiss the taller man on the cheek. "Go lay down, I'll be right with you." Seonghwa  happily did as he asked, sitting down and making himself comfortable. Hongjoong soon returned with the bottle of lube, kneeling between his legs.

"Come here, let me get you ready." He mumbled, voice already dropping to a low rumble.

"T-that's not necessary," Seonghwa replied shyly, spreading his legs and grabbing his hands, placing them on his rear, Hongjoong taking the hint and shredding the fabric of his dress pants to reveal the sheer, lace panties underneath, then pulling them aside to show the base of a plug nestled between his ass cheeks.

"Oh, fuck." Hongjoong cursed in shock, biting his lip, hands shaking with the overwhelming urge to touch and take. "When did you put that in? I didn't see–"

"I've had it in since this morning…" Came the mumbled response, Seonghwa turning to hide his face in the pillows. "Couldn't wait, I just wanted to be full."

Hongjoong groaned, crawling over him to press warm kisses all over his face and lips. "Perfect– You're so perfect–" He growled between kisses, licking into his mouth and biting his lips and cradling his head in his hands. "Gods, you're so perfect. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on, Seonghwa. If I could, I would have you all day, make you keep my cock warm, keep you stuffed and fucked out all the time, you'd look so pretty, my warlock…"

Seonghwa just whimpered, face flushing bright red at the high praise but eagerly returning every kiss he was given.

While he was distracted, he didn't notice the circle beginning to glow, Hongjoong's powers already starting to recharge, little tendrils of red smoke curling around them, one becoming corporeal and solid to curl around the base of the plug and pull, earning a high-pitched cry from Seonghwa, Hongjoong greedily swallowing it down as the tendril continued to slowly fuck it in and out of his stretched hole.

As infernal power began to lay in a heavy fog over them, Hongjoong could feel his true form slipping through, getting at least a foot bigger, claws growing even longer and fangs appearing where they weren't before, horns and a striped tail sprouting from his body as well, his tongue stretching itself free from his mouth, curling over Seonghwa's jaw and throat and flicking lightly at the edge of his lips.

"Such a needy little sacrifice," He said in that low, rumbly voice he knew he liked. "But I don't think I want to fuck you yet." Seonghwa seemed horribly distraught at this, before he thought better of his silence and continued. "I want to taste you first. It's been so long since I've had my tongue buried in your ass." Balance was restored in the world when Seonghwa 's relief showed plainly on his face, Hongjoong shuffling back to crouch between his spread legs, watching with rapt attention as the little tentacle of darkness continued to piston the plug in and out of him before finally relenting, discarding it off to the side to let him lean in and lick a long stripe up from his hole to the very tip of his dick, still straining against the fabric of his panties, tonguing at his dripping slit through the thin cloth then dipping back down and slipping the tip of his tongue inside his hole, immediately searching for the swollen bundle of nerves he had grown oh-so familiar with, hearing a broken sob when he met his mark. He only continued to push more of his tongue inside, curling it up in the depths of his ass, deeper, deeper, and deeper still as he worked more in with each practiced thrust of the appendage.

"Ohh, Hongjoong, Hongjoong please–!" Seonghwa gasped, back arching up off of the bedding and his thighs clamping down around his head, trapping him before the tentacles returned, prying his legs apart and restraining them off to the sides, evoking another pitiful moan from him as he clawed desperately at the sheets. "It's so deep, fuck!" He cursed, writhing and wriggling against the bonds, only getting him to summon more to hold him still.

The tendrils held his arms above his head and his legs at an almost painful split, leaving him completely helpless to Hongjoong's ministrations as he continued to lave his tongue all over his walls, quickly turning him into a slick, sloppy mess. With how much of his tongue he had already shoved into him, if he only looked up he might be able to see the bulge in his plush belly, moving with every thrust of his tongue. Seonghwa however was morbidly aware of it, eyes stuck on the way his stomach bulged out, feeling as if his very insides were being rearranged.

"Ahh, H-Hongjoong, wait!" He hiccupped, tears rolling down his face from the overwhelming pleasure. "T-too much! It's too much, please, I'm gonna cum!"

Hongjoong pulled back, leaving him gasping loudly at the sudden emptiness. "Sorry," He mumbled, wiping the drool and lube off his chin. "Are you okay? Do you need to stop?" He freed his limbs, watching him sag back onto the floor.

"N-no…" He stammered, hiding behind his hands. "It's silly, I… You promised you were going to choke me."

"Oh, lovely…" He crooned, pulling his hands away from his face to peck him gently on the lips. "It's not silly, my little warlock. There's nothing wrong with asking for what you want. Here, turn over." He said, smiling fondly at him when he complied, pressing his chest against the cushions and arching his back, presenting his ass for him the way he knows he likes so much. Clawed hands rub soothing patterns over his hip, but then there's a pressure around his throat and a fist in his hair and he's being pulled up.

Seonghwa yelps as he feels himself lifted into the air, reflexively wrapping his legs around Hongjoong's hips as best he could from this position and reaching backwards to cling to him, even knowing he won't drop him as one of his hands moves from his hair to support him more steadily by wrapping around his middle, the other sliding further around his throat.

"I wanted to try a new position. What do you think?" He drawled into his ear, lips brushing against the skin behind it. Seonghwa could feel the head of his cock just barely pressing against his gaping hole, a ghost of a touch that made him shiver. His dick was big in his human form, sure, but like this? It was massive. Thick and long, ridged with the same spikes that dotted his body in this ‘halfway’ form, the little spikes rubbing against him and catching against his rim just right, just the right amount of pain to have him screaming in bliss.

"It will be a little taxing, but I know you like it rough." Hongjoong continued, kissing the nape of his neck. "You ready, princess?" Seonghwa nodded frantically up until the moment he couldn't, head thrown back in a silent scream as he bottomed out in one sharp thrust of his hips and shoving Seonghwa down to meet him there.

"H-hurts, fuck, hurts!" He sobbed, and while anyone else might be concerned by this, Hongjoong didn't miss the elated smile on his face, eyes rolling back in his head as he leaned his head onto his shoulder. He started to move, slowly at first, a steady rhythm of rolling hips, more grinding than thrusting before he starts to speed up, claws digging into his suit jacket and dress shirt, shredding the fabric easily as he begins to move Seonghwa with him, pulling him up as he pulls out before shoving him back down to meet the pistoning of his hips, rapidly picking up speed and force as he gags on his moans, body trembling. Resting his head on his shoulder and looking down at him he can see the exposed skin of his torso, his chest barely restrained by a laced bra matching the panties which fight to keep his throbbing, neglected cock at bay where it bobs between his legs on every thrust. "Ohhh, fuck, more! Harder! Uhhhg, yes! Oh, Hongjoong, it hurts so good!"

And who was Hongjoong to deny his warlock anything? He pulled out quickly before thrusting back in just as fast, bouncing Seonghwa up and down his cock to meet his hips with every punishing thrust, wet slapping sounds filling the room as he set a more brutal pace, gritting his sharp teeth with the effort.

"You're always so shy, up until I get my dick in you," Hongjoong marveled aloud, carefully beginning to squeeze at his neck, careful to cut off the blood supply and not oxygen. "I love it when you let go, sweet thing."

Seonghwa could only moan and gasp around the iron grip on his throat, head going so blissfully fuzzy the way he craved, drool dripping down his chin as he barely choked out little begging words, always pleading for more, harder, faster, deeper. His thighs trembled from where they were wrapped around him in that awkward position, the stretch burning deliciously, just like everything else.

Hongjoong loved the feeling of being inside him, the searing heat his mortal body gave off, wrapped around him and clinging to his body so desperately, worshiping every part of him in the most intimate way, the sins of love and passion more than worth damnation for. He accepted him into his body so readily, his walls clenching and hugging around his cock, eagerly melting under every touch, trust and fondness burned into his flesh. More than anything, he loved Seonghwa . Being allowed to make love to him was merely a bonus.

"H-Hong-joong… Please, please…" He gasped out, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and clinging to him desperately. "W-wanna see you…"

Hongjoong's eyes glowed a vibrant red at the utterance of his true name. "Just like that, my princess, just like that. Say my name just like that." He growled, releasing his throat to let him take in a large gasp of air, lucidity flooding back.

"Hong-joong!" He repeated breathlessly, sagging against him in relief at air flooding back into him. "Please let me see you! I-I beg of you, my patron!" Seonghwa pleaded, whole body trembling, lube and spit soaking the inside of his thighs as Hongjoong continued to piston his hips into him, the ridges rubbing against his insides so wonderfully, somehow feeling as though he was penetrating his very soul, making him feel so full, so content, so filled with love and adoration, pleasure and joy eating him alive.

The smoking tendrils materialized again to carefully untangle him from Hongjoong, laying him back down gently on the pillows and blankets despite his sobbing protests of being so empty so soon before he gets down on top of him, lifting his legs and practically folding Seonghwa in half, before slicking more lube over his cock and sliding back inside.

“Look, little warlock..” Hongjoong snarled, opening his jaw to let his long tongue free once again, slipping under the bra to toy with one of his nipples, curling around it tightly and licking wetly as he resumes his earlier thrusting. “You wanted to see me, so look. ”

Seonghwa sobs, forcing his eyes open even as they roll back in his head, Hongjoong’s hand closing around his throat again as every harsh movement of his hips forces the air from his lungs, his chest burning painfully and head blissfully light. He can feel his climax getting close, heat curling in the pit of his belly, the attention to his sensitive nipples and the constant abuse to his ass more than enough to tip him over the edge in due time; He’s honestly shocked that he’s lasted this long at all.

“M-more…” He whimpers, gasping for air when the hand on his throat releases again.

“Speak up, my sacrifice, I can’t hear you.” Hongjoong grunts, hot breath ghosting over his skin as he pants above him, leaning over his chest. Even though he’s not the most vocal, usually only speaking to give commands or praise, Seonghwa can tell he’s getting close as well, his cock twitching tellingly inside him, abdomen jumping and the way he fights for breath like he’s the one being choked. He’s never had a very good poker face, but then again, neither has Seonghwa .

“More! P-please, I’m so close, master! Give me it all! Take me!” Seonghwa begs desperately, hands clutching the blankets almost hard enough to rip, lewd obscenities flowing from his mouth like water to wine. If he had known that some matching lingerie and a plug were all it took to evoke this kind of reaction from the devil, he would have done this far sooner.

“M-master? You’ve never- fuck.. Never called me that one before…” Hongjoong pants heavily, struggling to properly string together a sentence with the way his partner clenches around him, sucking him in, his teary blue eyes staring up at him as if to plead for him to stay and never let go. I’m not letting go, He tries to communicate wordlessly. I would never leave you for the world. “I like it… We should… We should try that one more often..” He groans, lowering himself to rest their foreheads together, ghosting the faintest of kisses over his lips as the movement of his hips begin to stutter, squeezing tight and possessively at his neck, a collar of bruises sure to appear soon as he gasps fruitlessly for air against him.

Seonghwa moans loudly and then there’s a burst of heat between them where his restrained dick grinds against his lower stomach, hot cum seeping through the lace and making a sticky mess between them, though neither of them could give a singular shit about it, Hongjoong only redoubling his efforts, fucking into him faster and rougher, trying to chase his release and not prolong his lover’s overstimulation too much. There are one, two, three harsh thrusts and he groans loudly and brokenly, entire body shivering as he spills inside him.

“Take it,” He growls, pulling his hand away for the final time nuzzling into the side of his neck, sticking his tongue out again to lap comfortingly and possessively over the bruises already starting to appear. “Fucking take it, my sweet little sacrifice. You’re mine. Mine.”

He nods, breathing shallow and heavy as he slowly begins to recover, sighing in relief when Hongjoong releases his legs from the uncomfortable position and reluctantly pulls out, allowing him to lay back fully to catch his breath, even as he mourns the emptiness inside him as cum, spit and lube lazily leak out of him.

Seonghwa hums, exhausted, as he carefully peels off the shredded remnants of his suit and removes the lingerie, likely setting them aside to be mended with magic later. A warm washcloth begins to wipe him off and he finally blinks his eyes open again to see Hongjoong kneeling beside him once more, carefully wiping him down.

“Hello, lovely.” Hongjoong muses, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Hello, darling.” Seonghwa replies, voice hoarse as he smiles up at him. “Taking care of me, are you?”

“Of course. Can you roll over so I can get your back?” With a put-on dramatic sigh he complies, allowing him to wipe up the last of the sweat and fluids covering his body. “Come on now, sit up and drink some water.” He coaxed, helping him up.

“You are such a mother hen, you know that?” Seonghwa jokingly complained, his fond smile giving him away as he accepted the glass of water with shaking hands. “I am a soldier, I’m not helpless.”

“But I want to help you. I will always keep you safe, remember?” Hongjoong argued softly, gently tracing the bruising on his neck.

“I know, Joong.” He hummed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him into a hug.

“Uhg, now you’re being too sappy. Take it back!” He complained with a grin, even as he returned the embrace.

“ I’m sappy? Do you even hear yourself?” He shot back, pressing a kiss to his cheek as if to prove his point.

“Fine, we can both be sappy.”

“Very well.”

It was silent for a moment before they burst into giggles, hugging each other tightly as they reclined in the pile of cushions.

“I love you,” Seonghwa laughed, hiding his radiant grin in his chest.

“I know. And I love you too… Joong.” Hongjoong replied.

“Ah! You said it! Now who’s the sap!”

They continued laughing for a long time after that.

Of all the horrible choices Hongjoong had ever made, gambling his soul away was clearly the best one.

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One more hour. Sixty minutes, fifty-nine now that the hour had really begun. How San had the patience for this, Wooyoung didn’t know. He was hesitant to ask, fearing the answer would involve meditation techniques and lessons Wooyoung really didn’t want to think about while San's dick was buried in his ass.

He squirmed for probably the thousandth time, adjusting himself pathetically where he was speared on San's cock, thighs straddling his and his own dick neglected and painfully hard between his legs. San slapped a hand down on one bare thigh, and Wooyoung yelped, clenching involuntarily, which earned him another warning smack.

“Didn’t mean to,” he pleaded, knocking his head back against San's collarbone. “Go easy on me.”

“Easy, on you?” San tilted his head to look at him before down back at his book, flicking past another page in whatever he was reading, whatever was more important than fucking Wooyoungs brains out, apparently. “Never. Now shut up and stop squirming.”

Wooyoung gave a small whining keen and did his best to settle down again, managing to relax and distract himself from the weight that was stuffing him full. As soon as he did that, San seemed to take notice and dragged the hand on Wooyoung's slightly reddened thigh up to his bare crotch.

“Hey,” Wooyoung started nervously, feeling San's fingertips dance closer to his dick. “Stop it, San.”

“Stop what?” San toyed with his full balls, running a finger over them and pinching at one until Wooyoung squeaked for him to let up. “I’m not doing anything wrong , am I? Who are you to tell me not to play with what’s mine?”

Wooyoung chewed on his lip, “You’re such a bastard.” He muttered. San smelled of sweat and jasmine, a scent they both carried from training and sparring together outside under the blossoming trees. San often would end up sprawling on his back, crushing the petals, with a spear tip at his throat. Rarely did San beat Wooyoung in combat, but he certainly had the upper hand when they were alone, and Wooyoung was a needy brat.

San curled his hand around Wooyoung’s cock. “Don’t come.” He ordered before beginning to jerk him brutally, hand completely dry and pace relentless. His hips bucked wildly, which only jostled the cock inside of him and caused further sparks of pleasure to course through him until he could hardly see, unable to muster any comprehensible sound.

“You’re being unreasonable!” Wooyoung protested, hiccupping on a rapid inhale of breath. His dick hurt, and San didn’t seem to care at all.

“Going to cry about it?” San answered a sick grin in his tone. “Go ahead. I have no mercy for your tears, Wooyoung.”

In fact, San loved them. He loved making Wooyoung sob for him, licking the salt from his cheeks or rubbing it in until his eyeliner bled, crimson as blood.

“I can’t take another hour.” The younger protested, squirming and bucking up into San's palm. San squeezed his dick painfully, and he let out an open mouthed sob. “I need it, right now.”

“You can beg all you want, but I decide when to give you release, baby.” San resumed jerking him off, stripping his dick in quick motions. Wooyoung leaned copious pre, sticky and translucent down his length, and that was all the slick San let him have as he moved his hand up and down until Wooyoung truly couldn’t hold off anymore and was coming, spilling hot white down San's hand and between his fingers. He knew he had fucked up even before San took his hand away, even before he roughly lifted Wooyoung off of his lap and dropped him into the mess of silky sheets without care for his comfort.

“ Can´t even follow a fucking order.” San snarled above him, grabbing onto his hair and pulling harshly back.

 Being grabbed and then tugged by the hair made Wooyoung keen, as San forced his head back, chest still pressed down to the bed. His dark hair spilled around him and over his shoulders in loose strands.

“You can’t do the one thing I ordered you not to do? Are you that useless?” He shook Wooyoung’s head for emphasis “I guess I can’t expect you not to be so stupid and needy. An hour was too much for you, after all. What a disappointment.”

“No, no-” Wooyoung tried to speak up, though he was overwhelmed and feeling clouded by pain and arousal mingling and overwhelming his hazy post-orgasm body.

“No, what?” San tilted his head, gazing down at Wooyoung with no remorse. “No, you’re not a pathetic disappointment? Or no, you didn’t cum without permission? Because, baby, I beg to differ.” His other hand snaked beneath Wooyoung’s lithe body and smeared his fluid over his stomach, leaving it messy and warm to dry on his skin. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Wooyoung. I’m running out of punishments for your endless misbehaviors. Perhaps I need to drive this one home a little harder.”

A jolt of nervous and fiery anticipation shot down to Wooyoung’s spent cock. “Yes, yes,” he babbled incoherently, nodding his head for his punishment.

 “You’re not supposed to enjoy it, slut.” San rolled his eyes. “But alright. I’ll make sure it hurts.”

San flipped Wooyoung onto his back without warning and let go of his hair. The sudden relief had him whining and reaching out for his partner. San batted his hands aside and pushed them down onto the bed.

“Stay still.” He pulled away, shoving Wooyoung’s legs apart with two strong hands and settling himself between his thighs. He reached back, tugging loose the long silk ties that corseted his coat together in the back. It slid against Wooyoung’s thigh as San brought it to his teeth and tore it against one sharp canine. He dropped the larger half of the silk ties and used the smaller to tie Wooyoung’s balls painfully tight, and criss-crossing the silk ties up his cock until he could tie it in a neat bow just below the head.

“Cute,” San smirked, flicking his cockhead and relishing in the startled noise Wooyoung made. “Since you can’t seem to control yourself, I’ll take away the option to disobey altogether. This way, you won’t enjoy what I have planned for you. You will not come again tonight, do you understand?”

Wooyoung nodded, only half coherent as he mumbled out. “Yes, yeah, anything. Anything you- you want.”

San huffed, amused, and picked up his wrists again. He brought them together and tied them as well, tight enough to bruise and hurt if Wooyoung pulled on it very much. “Not enough silk ties to collar you with.” He said with a frown. “Ah, well. There’s always next time. You and I both know you never learn your lesson.” He grabbed on to those bound wrists and hauled him up into a sitting position, legs spread over one of San's thighs, head lolled back slightly, and long hair cascading down his back.

“Ready?” It was a sincere question. San valued Wooyoung’s consent, even through their punishments and controlling dynamic. He could barely nod his head, eyes wide and anticipatory. His lips were slightly parted and enticing enough for San to lean in and kiss him sweetly. He swiped his tongue over Wooyoung’s teeth and pushed in, claiming his tongue. Just another part of Wooyoung that belonged to him. When they parted, he was sure to leave Wooyoung’s lips messy and slick.

“Yes.” Wooyoung whispered as San pulled off.

“Good Boy.” San stroked a hand through his hair. He started to whine, low in his throat, squirming slightly where he was spread out over San's thigh. The older could feel the warmth of his hole, fucked out from cockwarming him earlier. It was rather enticing, and San was a weak man when it came to his fuck toy. He wanted him hard before he began, though, so he could deny him when San finished inside of him. He abused his nipples, rubbing it between his fingers and rubbing them until Wooyoung’s cock had filled out nicely between his legs, straining against the blood red silk ties. His wrists seemed similarly strained, and when San pulled on them, the skin of his delicate wrists was rubbed red. Perfect.

“There we go.” He murmured, finally letting go of the younger´s nipple, much to the dragon’s relief. He gave a small sob as San grabbed him by the hips, lifting him easily so San could readjust himself beneath him and quickly, without much care for the Wooyoung´s comfort, shove him down onto his own still hard cock.

The ruthless motion punched a moan out of Wooyoung, his hole clenching up around San instantly. San just huffed, canting his hips up to fill out that last inch before he was entirely buried in Wooyoung. He squeezed his hips once, silent praise for sitting so still for him, and began to lift him up again. Wooyoung’s bound hands stayed trapped between their chests, and his cock was neglected and ignored, right against his prostate. Wooyoung wailed , and San just laughed. His toy was so cute like this.

He used him like a toy, his own personal hole. His bruising grip helped Wooyoung steady as he raised and lowered him, fucking him down onto San’s cock over and over again to get his fill.

“Ah, fuck,” San tilted his head back slightly, eyelids fluttering with pleasure. “You’re so perfect, so tight. I love having you like this. Maybe I should keep you this way, hm? Tied up for my pleasure. You don’t even need that dick of yourself. You’re only here to keep me warm and satisfied, to fuck and fill whenever I’m bored.” Wooyoung parted his lips as if to speak, but only a whimper bubbled out. “That’s right. Good fuck toys don’t speak. Stay quiet and let me have my way.”

He slammed him down again, thrusting his hips up to meet the wet hole waiting for him and groaning as he slid home. In a couple more thrusts he was coming, squeezing Wooyoung’s hips red as he held him down while he filled him up, dick twitching as spurts of cum squeezed into Wooyoung’s tight entrance. He was too tight there to let any leak out, and San was glad. He spared a glance down at Wooyoung’s cock, which was starting to purple. The contrast it made against the silk ties made San groan.

 Wooyoung was tied up, bound in something purely him. A sign of ownership even bolder than the collar he had almost wanted to wrap around his throat.

The younger sniffled, and the first of many tears rolled down his cheek. San grinned a lazy afterglow smile and licked it up, dragging his tongue up Wooyoung’s warm cheek and over his eyelashes.

“Keep crying for me. I’ll consider freeing your bound little cock, if you can’t last a few more rounds.” San challenged, teeth flashing. “What do you think, baby? Can your hole take it?” He thrust up once, his cock soft but the impact still landing as intended, with Wooyoung gasping and trying to squirm away, only for San to shove him back down firmly onto his cock.

“I.. can,” Wooyoung promised, another tear falling. He was so devastatingly beautiful.

“I’ll hold you to that.” San leaned in and tasted another tear. They were in for a long night, and San wasn’t letting Wooyoung go until he was completely satisfied.

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When he in the afternoon, it took Sunghoon a few seconds to remember that he had a job to do.

It had only been last night since Jake had asked him to try something different for their night, and although he´d been hesitant to it at first, it wasn´t like he could deny him anything, so he thought that today would be the perfect day to try it out.

Jake was sleeping like a rock when Sunghoon carefully eased himself out from where he was half on top of him. He sat up and ran his fingers through Jake's hair, thinking.

Should he treat this like a normal fuck for the most part, or was it unspoken that since he was asleep, Sunghoon shouldn't tie him up or anything? He could always ask once he was awake and untie him if he didn't like it, and Jake usually really liked anything that made him feel powerless, and this fucking him while he was asleep was an extension of that…

Sunghoon grabbed the silk ropes on the nightstand.

He got on his knees between Jake's splayed legs and gently folded his arms together behind his back, pausing to see if there was any sign of him waking up. When there was none, he quickly bound Jake's forearms together and reached into the top drawer of the nightstand, producing a blindfold and carefully, carefully tilting Jake's head up to secure it over his eyes.

When as he set Jake´s head back on the pillow he sighed a little in his sleep and turned his face further into it, and Sunghoon stilled for a moment, holding his breath, but Jake stayed asleep. Good. Now for the harder part.

He reached for the bedside table again to grab the lube and stripped off his boxers, slicking up his cock and hesitantly reaching between Jake's legs. Jake was thankfully already naked, but the plug was going to be hard to get out without waking him, especially as big as it was.

Sunghoon pushed Jake's legs further apart with his other hand and hooked his first two fingers under the base of the plug on either side of the stem, pulling as gently as possible. Jake's hole stretched wide as the largest part briefly resisted before finally moving past the ring of muscle, letting the rest of the plug slide out smoothly. He set the plug to the side and looked up to Jake, who was still sleeping soundly. Oh. He'd definitely taken some sort of sleeping pills, hadn't he? Idiot. He could've said something.

Sunghoon sighed and pulled Jake's hips up to slide a folded pillow under them. He stroked over his cock a few times before spreading his knees and leaning forward on the hand braced by Jake's shoulder. Slowly, so slowly he pushed in until he was fully seated, and then pulled out a couple of inches, starting to thrust shallowly, gradually going deeper. He pulled out almost all the way and then thrust in harshly, slamming into him again and again, fucking him hard until he heard Jake gasp.

Jake slowly picked his head up, and he watched him take in all of his surroundings — turning his head this way and that although he couldn't see past the blindfold, and pulling slightly at his arms, slowly flushing a deep red, that spread from his face down his neck, over his ears and down his chest, even as his mouth dropped open as he panted.

Jake's head was still fuzzy from the sleeping pills, and he couldn't help the small moan that slipped out of his mouth as Sunghoon brushed his prostate. "Oh shit," he whispered. He was still slightly disoriented, but holy hell this was so much hotter than he'd imagined.

"You okay with the ties and the blindfold?"

"Fuck yeah," Jake groaned, letting his head fall back to the pillow. Sunghoon was really going for it, fucking him like his life depended on it, and Jake went limp, letting Sunghoon rail him into the mattress.

This had to be one of Jake's favorite things. Out of all the world had to offer, nothing else lit up what seemed like every single pleasure center in his brain like this did.

"Ah, you're such a fucking whore, aren't you," Sunghoon panted. "Look at you, just lying there and taking it. You like being used, don't you, you little slut?"

Jake just whined into the pillow.

"I said don't you, slut?"

"Yeah," Jake gasped. Sunghoon slammed into him again. "Oh fuck! Fuck me, use me, own me, fuck, do whatever you want to me." He spread his legs wider and tilted his ass up.

"God, listen to you. So fucking desperate, dripping with need." Sunghoon ground forward hard against him for a moment before returning to his brutal actions. "All for me, isn't that right? You're just a needy little slut for me. Can't get enough of my cock, can you?"

Jake's nails dug into his forearms where his arms were tied together, and he let out another moan, pushing his ass back against Sunghoon. "Oh god yes, yes, just you, only you."

"My little slut. That's what you are, aren't you? My slut."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Sunghoon smacked the side of Jake's ass sharply, and he gasped. "Say it. Say you're my slut."

"I'm your little slut," Jake rushed out, and Sunghoon grinned, wondering how far he could push him.

"Say it louder."

Jake blushed harder and squirmed.

"I said say it louder."

"I'm your little slut," Jake said quieter.

"I said louder," Sunghoon teased. "You can always safeword out if you don't want to, we don't have to stop everything if you do."

Jake bit his lip. "I'm your little slut," he said, slightly louder than the first time.

"Louder," Sunghoon whispered.

Jake set his face. "I'm your little slut!" He yelled, face practically glowing with how red it was.

Sunghoon burst out laughing. "Good boy," he said affectionately, stroking his hand over Jake's side, making Jake shudder and groan deep as he ground forward against him again.

He nipped at Jake's shoulder and returned to his punishing pace, pulling back and slamming his hips forward again.

"Mmh god," Jake sobbed. "Fuck."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?"

"Mhmm, yeah, yeah," he panted.

Sunghoon slid his hand up from Jake's waist to fist tightly in the back of his hair, pulling his head to the side to catch his lips in a hard kiss.

The kiss was messy, trying to catch each other's mouths properly as Sunghoon fucked into him, and after several long minutes they gave up, just panting into each other's mouths.

"Oh god, baby," Sunghoon gasped. "You gonna come? I'm getting close."

"I'm close, so close," Jake panted.

"Gonna breed you," Sunghoon breathed against his mouth. "Breed you deep and then let it drip out of your used body like you deserve."

With a choked cry, Jake came, his ass clenching around Sunghoon and making him groan. Sunghoon redoubled his efforts, thrusting faster, harder, until finally he felt himself spill his release inside Jake.

He slowed his thrusts until eventually he stilled against his back.

Jake gave a small whimper, and Sunghoon grinned, giving him a small peck on the lips, before slowly pulling back, sitting back on his heels and running his hands up over Jake's ass. He slowly pulled out, making Jake groan and let his thighs relax all at once. Sunghoon watched as his come started to trickle back out, sliding down Jake's thigh, and he knew Jake could feel it from the noise he made in the back of his throat.

"Fuck, look at you, legs splayed and leaking come, you really are a slut."

Jake whimpered into the pillow, and Sunghoon smacked his ass, making the muscles jump and leaving a nice, red handprint.

"Can I take a picture?"

"Oh god." Jake turned his head toward him. "You want to take a picture?"

Sunghoon nodded, face serious, despite Jake not being able to see him with the blindfold on. "You look sexy as hell"

Jake blushed. "Fine."

He buried his face back in the pillow while Sunghoon got up to go get his phone.

Sunghoon slapped his ass again and then took a picture. "Oh that's perfect."

And it was: in the foreground, Jake's widely spread thighs could be seen, a lattice of pink stripes stretching up the backs of them and over his ass — days old marks from the belt — and the bright red hand print on one cheek, and then right in the center of the photo was his asshole leaking Sunghoon's come steadily onto his thigh and the sheets, and in the background his bound arms could be seen.

"Just clean me up, please," Jake groaned.

"Alright fussy, I'm coming."

He set his phone aside and reached for the baby wipes on the side table.

Once he'd gotten them both cleaned up, untied and un-blindfolded Jake, and gotten everything that didn't belong off the bed, he scooped Jake up.

"Okay, come on, we need to get up."

Jake squirmed, but wrapped his arms around the back of Sunghoon's neck.

Sunghoon swung him over until he had him perched on one hip like, and headed for the kitchen. "You can have all the cuddles you like while we eat."

Jake pouted, but stayed wrapped around him like a koala, and Sunghoon did his best to ignore his sulking, managing to make them breakfast one-handed and occasionally tilting his head up for a kiss, which Jake would rid himself of his frown just long enough to give him one.

Eventually, Sunghoon sat them down at the table with one very over-filled plate, and Jake huffily arranged himself sitting sideways on Sunghoon's lap, leaning his head on his shoulder, arms still around his neck.

"We wouldn't have this problem if we just stayed in bed," he complained about having to move, and Sunghoon shoved a piece of turkey bacon in his mouth.

Jake's sour expression slowly lifted as they ate, picking his head up from Sunghoon's shoulder to open his mouth like a baby bird until Sunghoon put something in it, and then putting it right back as he chewed. It was possible Sunghoon was unable to resist pressing a kiss to his forehead every time for the cuteness.

When they finished their food, Jake immediately got up and straddled him, circling his arms back around his neck and kissing him once on the lips, then the throat, then burying his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply before slumping forward.

"Love you," he murmured.

"I love you too." Sunghoon rubbed a hand over his back and leaned his head against Jake's.

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“Yunho...” Mingi sobbed.

 
He was pinned down by his lover, more beast than human at this point. The alpha's cock was hot and hard and too fucking large for Mingi to have any reason when it was driving into him like a piston. 

Mingi keened as his body convulsed around the dick rearranging his guts. His brain was sludge and his nerves burning up and Mingi couldn’t take it anymore. He thrashed, trying to get away because Yunho hadn´t stopped fucking him. 

“Stop! Yunho, stop!” 
Yunho grunted as Mingi brought a leg up to try and kick him off but his ankle was grabbed and the hand that had been keeping his own pressed into sheets released him to grip his throat. 

“Ah! Fuck! Stop!.” 

Mingi choked. His free hands snapped to Yunho’s wrist to try and push him off even just a little because he couldn’t breathe, was choking, was going to die. 
Teeth sunk into his calf right above his ankle and Yunho still fucking him, the new angle meaning he was barely pulling out before bumping his pelvis against Mingi’s ass. 
Mingi died. 
Dying...

 
He died, must have. The world when black then white and the lack of air had every thought fizzing out and his body was shaking and shaking and shaking. 
The hand released its pressure, now just a gentle warmth. Mingi gasped, sucking air back in. It revitalized him and he sobbed as he realized he had orgasmed while his lover had choked him out. 

Yunho’s thrusts turned sharp and sloppy and Mingi screamed, tried to move away and then sobbed in futility as Yunho gave a warning squeeze of his throat and came and the alpha’s knot expanded in Mingi. 

His Alpha body wasn’t made for it and he had prepped thoroughly so that he could take it, but that had been to take it once, maybe three times and now this was the fifth one. He had done his research for alpha-Alpha relationships and had done research on how to help with ruts as an Alpha himself and none of them had said anything about this.

 
Yunho, panting above him, leaned down to scoop him up. Mingi broke down in his lover's arms. The man crooned at him and rubbed his back, awkward efforts in comforting that would have maybe calmed an omega but did little for any latent instincts Mingi had as a dulled Alpha who had been loved so much as to be in in raw, honey sweetened pain. 

“No more...” Mingi sniffled out when Yunho’s knot deflated. 

His lover curled around him and pressed kisses against his wet face. 

“Don´t think that´s going to be possible,” Yunho panted into his ear, “I wanna breed you princess.” 

This was a mating rut. 

Mingi trembled. That was only supposed to happen with alpha-omega pairs. 

“No...” Mingi whispered out. Yunho froze and Mingi continued, hopeful that his lover was hearing him through the haze of rut, “baby, baby please I can’t get pregnant. Please stop I can’t take it anymore...” 

There was no movement, no sound except for Mingi’s heavy breathing. Yunho leaned up, his lip curling into a sneer. His eyes were pinpricks; the red circling his pupil felt like it could have been glowing. 
Mingi gasped as he was flipped over. He was prone but then hands were pulling his hips up and Yunho was filling him up again. Mingi keened at the cock pushing his walls apart, emptying him and carving a home for Yunho and his seed as if he could hollow out a place for Mingi to carry his kids. 
Yunho pressed forward so that his front was pressed against Mingi’s back.

 
“Fucking bitch thinking I can’t breed your cunt?” Yunho snapped, “I’ll show you.” 

“No...” Mingi sobbed, “please...” 

Teeth sunk into his scent glands and Mingi’s vision blanked out as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. When he came to, Yunho had released the bite and was lapping at the wound, his hips starting to rock. 

Mingi couldn’t do anything but lay there trembling and crying. He might not have been an omega but a bite to the scent glands was a bite to the scent glands no matter the dynamic. 

Yunho fucked him like he was using him as a cocksleeve until he was spilling into Mingi’s abused body, knot expanding. Mingi scrambled at the sheets, Yunho’s knot hitting everything so terribly good. 

Then Yunho’s mouth was at his neck and once again his scent gland was bitten and Mingi went limp. He’s not sure how long it took for Yunho's knot to deflate but as soon as it did, the man released his bite and licked at the shell of Mingi’s ear as he started fucking him again. 

“I´m going to give you everything, princess” the alpha muttered, hot breath hitting his ear, “don’t you dare move, I´m going to make sure you know how you´ll belong too.” 
Ironically the only thing able to rise in the toxic syrup that Yunho’s biting and fucking had made of his brain was that he belonged completely to the other man.
The third time Mingi felt Yunho’s knot expand in this position, the pain snapped him back and he brought his hands up to cover his scent glands. 

Yunho snarled and Mingi knew that this had been the wrong move. His hands were wrenched away and the scent gland on the other side of his neck was pierced with alpha teeth. 
Did it even matter that Yunho had started fucking his body even with his knot still inflated? Mingi couldn’t feel it anyway. 
The weight of Yunho pressing him down with the full force of his body and without Yunho’s hand supporting his hips any longer, Mingi’s body went prone. 
The knot ripping free brought him out of his haze with a keen. He trembled with the force of not struggling (not that he could even move with Yunho’s muscled form weighing down on him). Yunho pressed the knot back in and Mingi could feel his own body convulse as an orgasm hit again. 

Mingi had lost count of how many times he had cum. 
Yunho pushed his upper body up, with Mingi’s body still prone. This way, when Yunho fucked him, the bed bounced Mingi back up into it. This time, the bite was gentle, teasing the previous bite marks but not breaking skin, 
“There you go,” Yunho crooned, “good, so good.” 
Yunho pulled back again and pressed Mingi down with a hand on the back of his neck. He fucked him like that and this time when the knot expanded, he rolled them onto their side. 

Mingi’s body trembled. 

Glancing down, Mingi keened at how his stomach was distended from the cum sloshing aorund inside him and filling him up so much he felt like he would puke. 
A sharp gasp caught Yunho’s attention. 

“Yunho!” Mingi called, voice hoarse, “no more mating it hurts...” 

Mingi felt as Yunho moved, likely to get a look at the stomach Mingi was gingerly touching. 
An eager noise left his lover’s throat and Mingi gave a relieved side as Yunho pressed sweet kisses to his neck. 

“Hmm?” 

Yunho moved them so that they were sitting up, Mingi still on his cock even as the knot was deflating. 
Yunho’s hips bumped up and Mingi keened.

 
“Whyyy?!” 

A hand wrapped around Mingi’s limp cock and massaged at it. Mingi screamed at the overstimulation and tried thrashing, but Yunho’s free arm was pressing across his abdomen like a metal band, holding him against his lover. 

“Oh princess you did so good, took my knot so well.” Mingi’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came dry, Yunho panting and licking at his neck excitedly. 
When sense came back to Yunho, he was balls deep in his Alpha lover. Yunho sucked in a breath at how Mingi’s eyes were white, eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body was abused and violated, bite wounds bleeding to his horror, cock limp, and hole wrapped around his cock was enflamed and drenched in cum. 
Yunho wrapped himself around Mingi, holding him close. 

Guilt crashed over him. Alpha-Alpha pairs never lasted long. Alphas weren’t built for alphas. Alphas weren’t able to control themselves enough for bodies not built to take knots. They made not took. He glanced at the night table. If you take this, the clinic doctor in a town had told him, it’ll trigger a mating rut. 
Carefully, so as not to disturb Mingi too much, Yunho reached over and quietly pulled out the blister pack. He pushed out one of the four out of five remaining tablets and swallowed it dry. 

He replaced the medication back in the nightstand. Then he stroked Mingi’s hair. 
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I know you weren’t built for this... But I need to keep you.” 

His eyes glanced down at the distended stomach. He shivered and felt another pang of guilt for how attractive it made Mingi seem. He brought his hand down to rest on the stomach. He closed his eyes and imagined Mingi was pregnant and not just so filled with Yunho’s spend that he looked like he could pop at any moment. 
“Sorry,” he whispered again, “but I promise I’ll knot and cum in you so much that I’ll bitch you with just this rut and then you´ll never suffer through this as an Alpha again.” 
The best way for an Alpha to keep an Alpha, the doctor had said, is to turn them into an omega with a mating rut. 

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"Why did I agree to work with Seungmin again?" Jisung said with a groan, letting his head fall back as he sat down heavily on the couch.

Minho set down the cup of tea he'd made for him and kissed him on the forehead before he sat down next to him. "Because you help people who normally wouldn't be able to afford a lawyer."

Jisung sighed. "Yes, but why Seungmin? I could be a great defense lawyer anywhere else. I could partner with someone who doesn't have such a sharp glare and would be picking at my every stance."

Minho hummed sympathetically, but Jisung knew his husband was indulging him. Minho wasn't afraid of Seungmin´s death glare.

"I barely make any money anyway, maybe I should just stay home and be a kept man," Jisung joked. "And if Seungmin calls to ask why I haven't shown up for work, I'll leave it to you to deal with him." He held an imaginary phone up to his ear and deepened his voice into a passable mimicry of Minho's. "Jisung can't come to the phone right now, his husband is currently using his mouth as a cockwarmer and he'll be busy being railed for the foreseeable future."

"Is that what you really want?" Minho asked.

Something in Minho's tone of voice made Jisung open his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. "You liked that, huh? Is it the idea of having me all to yourself, or the idea of making me take your cock all day?”

“Both," Minho admitted. "And I like taking care of you, when you let me.”

“You already take care of me very well, darling. You always give me what I need,” Jisung purred, climbing into Minho’s lap. He leaned a little closer to Minho so he could whisper in his ear, “If you could have me all to yourself, what would you do to me?"

"No, I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you," Minho countered.

Jisung nosed along Minho’s jawline, planting kisses. “Well, it’s hot when you tie me up and just make me take it, but I think it could be interesting if you made me service you."

“Like a… sex worker?”

“Ok, that’s an interesting idea too, but I was thinking more of a sex slave. Maybe you’re a big bad feudal lord who has captured me as your war prize, or you abduct me and fuck me so well that I surrender to you completely and I’ll do anything to make you happy…”

“All you have to do to make me happy is to be yourself,” Minho said very seriously.

“Aiyah, Minho! I was trying to talk dirty to you and there you go saying all these sappy things,” Jisung said with a laugh and kissed his husband soundly to stop him from making more embarrassing declarations.

They'd ended up having slow, sweet sex on the couch instead, which was always satisfying too even if it hadn't been what Jisung had been aiming for. So Jisung forgot all about their conversation until Minho included an additional line in the note with the boxes of lunch and dinner he packed for Jisung every morning, that Jisung should prep himself before coming home.

It wasn't a strange request. Sometimes Minho got himself in such a mood that he wanted to fuck Jisung the moment he got home, especially if Jisung had been very busy and had stayed past midnight at the office almost every night, and after a week of hell battling the legal system, Jisung was completely on board with being fucked so hard he couldn’t think anymore. So he tried his best to leave the office a little earlier, and even made sure to tease Minho with a picture of the empty lube packet after he'd fingered himself loose in the office toilet just before he left for home.

Thankfully, Jisung usually parked his car nearby and it was late enough that there was nobody around because it was quite difficult to walk with a semi-hard-on. He walked as quickly as he could to his car, unlocking it when he got near, and he was so distracted that he didn't even notice that someone was waiting behind a pillar until they came up behind him and pushed him against his car.

They clapped a hand over his mouth and pinned down one of his wrists but Jisung wasn't going to go down without a fight and he could fight really dirty when he had to, but he caught a whiff of a familiar cologne and a familiar voice told him, "It's me."

Jisung stopped fighting. Minho shifted his position a little so that he was pinning Jisung against the car with his body, his hard cock pressing into the cleft of his ass and Jisung moaned in anticipation.

"Hands behind your back."

Jisung complied, and in the few moments he was gagged, blindfolded, and his wrists were bound firmly behind his back. Minho pushed him into the backseat and bent him over, shoulders down and ass up, and pulled down his pants and underwear. The only warning Jisung got was the hiss of a zipper, before Minho's cock was pressing into him, filling him in one swift thrust.

Jisung grunted at the suddenness of it but Minho was already fucking him, pounding his ass with the sort of rapid, shallow thrusts Minho favoured when he was already close so that the head of his cock was rubbing against Jisung's insides. Had Minho been touching himself while he waited for Jisung to get to his car? Or was he this keyed up just from imagining what he'd planned for them tonight? Sure enough, after a few thrusts Minho slammed into him and buried his cock deep inside, groaning softly as he spent himself inside Jisung. Jisung wanted to protest that they'd only just started and he had barely gotten anything from it but Minho pushed him onto his back and strapped him down with the seat belts - his pants still tangled around his knees and his cock out for all to see. Jisung heard the door on the driver's side open and close, then Minho was driving off to goodness knows where with his husband bound, exposed, and leaking come onto the backseat.

Jisung wasn't sure how long they travelled or where they were going, being a little too distracted to figure out the turns and stops. When Minho finally killed the engine, Jisung's cock was still hard despite the lack of physical stimulation and his heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his head. Minho carried him out of the car bridal style, going through several doors and up some stairs before Minho put him down on something soft; Jisung recognised the path Minho had taken enough to figure out that he had brought him home and put him on their bed. Then Minho stripped him of his pants, socks, and shoes and fit his knees and ankles through some loops of rope before helping him to a kneeling position, and retied Jisung's hands above his head, hooked to some contraption that hadn't been there this morning. The ropes around his knees and ankles kept his legs spread a little too wide so he'd have lost his balance and fallen on his face if his wrists weren't tied above his head, but the rope from the ceiling wasn't long enough for Jisung to sit on his haunches, leaving him in an odd suspended kneeling position with his ass sticking out.

Jisung strained to hear Minho moving around the room for some clue to what was coming next, but whatever he was expecting, he hadn't expected to feel Minho taking his cock into his mouth. Jisung jerked against his bonds in surprise as Minho sucked him so hard he felt the pull of it somewhere deep inside him and moaned into his gag as Minho began to caress his balls with one hand. Minho took him a little deeper into his throat, not bobbing his head but just sucking, and Jisung let out a muffled cry when Minho pulled off and the beautiful wet heat of his mouth was suddenly gone.

Jisung was fully, desperately, hard now, his cock twitching in the cool emptiness, and Minho left him hanging for a while before touching him again, but Jisung's relief was short-lived. He moaned in dismay when he felt the rope going around his cock and balls, binding him tight and keeping him hard, then felt the rest of the rope go around his waist. He would only be able to come when Minho allowed it now - he was completely at his mercy, helplessly bound and with dried come on his ass and thighs and still wearing his shirt and tie, and the mental image of what he looked like made his face grow hot.

As if reading his mind, Minho loosened his tie with deft fingers and removed it, then undid the buttons of his shirt one by one in slow, torturous silence. He seemed to be trying not to touch Jisung accidentally so that every deliberate point of contact was a shock to Jisung - when he finally had Jisung's shirt hanging open, he licked Jisung's nipple, and he yelped, startled. Minho licked a hot stripe over his other nipple, then put his lips on it and sucked, just a hint of teeth on them. His hand went to the other nipple, pinching and teasing, then he switched sides, and when Jisung was squirming and arching into his mouth, he bit down on one, making Jisung scream into his gag. Then on went a pair of heavy clover clamps that pulled on Jisung's sensitive nipples and would hurt as much coming off as they did going on, and Minho took the gag out of Jisung's mouth before kissing him so hard that Jisung thought his lips would bruise.

"Ah, Minho," Jisung moaned as Minho switched his attention to Jisung's neck, kissing all the way down the column of his neck before biting him suddenly at the pulse point at the base, and Jisung cried out in pain and pleasure. "Minho, please..."

"Please what?"

He was normally so good with words but Jisung's brain was too scrambled to articulate what he wanted now. He knew that Minho wasn't going to let him come that easily; they were barely getting started and Jisung wanted them to keep going. But Minho was always good at knowing what he needed even if he couldn't say it. Jisung felt something go around his neck - a collar.

"You're mine. This," Minho said as he smoothed a thumb over Jisung's tender lower lip.

"These." He gave the chain that connected the clamps on Jisung's nipples a tug.

Jisung moaned as Minho began to stroke his bound cock. "This. And this," Minho said, brushing the rim of Jisung's entrance with his fingers. "Say it."

"Yours. All yours," Jisung agreed breathlessly.

"I take care of what is mine," Minho murmured.

The wet heat of Minho's mouth engulfed his cock again and Jisung gasped when Minho ran his tongue roughly over the head of his cock, pushing the tip into the slit and lapping up all the precome there, then pulled the foreskin of Jisung's cock down so that he could flick his tongue at the sensitive strip of skin that connected his foreskin to the head of his penis. Minho was always too adept at using his tongue to drive him crazy, and now that Jisung's cock and balls were bound, it was pure torment. Jisung sounded too loud even to his own ears, gasping and moaning and begging Minho with breathless cries of please, please - but he couldn't have said if he was begging Minho to keep going or stop.

There was the loud pop of a cap opening, and Minho pressed two fingers into him, finding his prostate with unerring accuracy. Jisung's cries grew louder, and he struggled against his bonds as he felt his orgasm building inexorably. He knew that he wouldn't be allowed to come but his body didn't know that, couldn't stop itself from reacting to the stimulus. Then Minho swallowed him all the way into his throat and Jisung shouted in pleasure and surprise - the pressure in his balls was intense, every nerve-ending in his body singing, but there was no release and he found himself shivering and convulsing, clenching down on Minho's fingers inside him involuntarily.

"Lee-Minho," he whimpered brokenly when Minho let his cock slip free from his mouth and pulled his fingers out.

Minho's only reply was to move behind him on the bed and undo his blindfold. Jisung blinked, trying to adjust to suddenly being able to see. The curtains were drawn and Minho had lit the room dimly with some tea lights but it was impossible to miss the huge mirror that Minho had fixed in front of their bed. It was almost floor-to-ceiling, and in it Jisung could see himself clearly - bound and collared, nipples clamped, cock and balls turning red from being so tightly bound. As he watched, Minho held him in place by the hip and guided his cock into him. Jisung's body was taut with tension from the orgasm he'd been denied, but there was enough lube that Minho managed to push past the involuntary resistance, thrusting in balls-deep and filling his body with his cock.

Jisung gasped. His body was so tight around Minho's cock that it felt bigger than usual. Minho pulled his asscheeks apart, rubbing Jisung's stretched rim with his thumb as he ground into him like he was trying to make Jisung take him even deeper and Jisung moaned helplessly. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the image in the mirror, embarrassing though it was, but Minho gripped a fistful of his hair and held his head up while he pulled out almost all of the way, then slammed back in and his mouth fell open in a wanton moan.

"This is what you look like when I fuck you," Minho said as he fucked into Jisung with another filthy roll of his hips.

Jisung's face grew hot with embarrassment. He looked... shameless, desperate. His body was bound but he was sticking his ass out so he could take Minho's cock deeper, and his cock was leaking and wet. His mouth was open in a helpless 'o' of pleasure and he looked like he was just begging to have his mouth used as well. He knew Minho didn't like to share, but for a moment Jisung entertained the fantasy of Minho gagging him with someone else's cock or forcing him to eat out someone's else's cunt while Minho fucked his ass, and shivered.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes," Jisung gasped out immediately.

"Do you think you've earned it?" Minho took Jisung's leaking cock in hand and gave it a few firm strokes.

"Minho, please..."

"Work for it," Minho said. He pulled out halfway. "Show me how much you want it."

Jisung could move his hips a little, but it wasn't enough for him to lift himself off Minho's cock completely, only to move up and down on a few inches of Minho's cock. In his reflection, he could see his bound cock bobbing as he fucked himself on Minho's cock with increasing fervour, the chain between the clamps on his nipples swinging and tugging on them. He found the right angle for Minho's cock to drag across his prostate and even though it made it even more unbearable because he couldn't come, he couldn't help chasing that jolt of pleasure, tormenting himself with it as he rode Minho's cock shamelessly. His movements began to get increasingly uncoordinated - he was so close, if only he was allowed that release.

“Please please please..."

To his relief, Minho began to loosen the rope around his cock and balls and the moment he was free, the relief was intense. The world narrowed to the feeling of blood rushing back into his cock and he sat down hard on Minho's cock as he began to come, spasming around it as Minho stroked his cock, milking every last drop of come from it, and Jisung shuddered with pleasure.

"Fuck, I love being full of cock when I come," Jisung panted.

All his senses were jangling and he was loose and sated. Minho was still stroking his cock, except that it was getting a bit too much now. He tried to squirm away but he was trapped, still impaled on Minho's cock, and he suddenly realised that he was in for it - Minho wasn't done with him yet.

"Mouth open, tongue out," Minho said.

Jisung opened his mouth obediently and moaned when Minho fed him his own come, some of it getting on his chin and cheeks as Minho smeared the bitter-salty fluid on his tongue.

"Clean it all up and swallow it," Minho ordered. Jisung closed his lips over the fingers being pressed into his mouth, sucking and licking the come off as Minho shifted under him and fucked upwards into him.

"Ah!" Jisung cried out, a little muffled by the three fingers in his mouth.

He was oversensitive now after coming so hard but Minho began to fuck him again and he didn't even try to go easy on him, fucking him hard and fast and hitting his prostate on purpose. Jisung keened and clenched down involuntarily but he knew that it just made him tighter for Minho. There was something deeply erotic about watching himself being forced to take Minho's cock over and over again in the mirror even though his own cock was soft and spent between his legs and Jisung could feel heat stirring in his gut again even though he'd just came, but it was too much too soon when Minho began to play with his soft cock as he fucked him mercilessly.

"Ah, please, no... Minho, that's too much, it's too much," Jisung babbled, but squirming away from Minho's hand only meant writhing onto Minho's cock.

"I'll be good for you, Minho, I'll ride your cock until you come inside me, please let me ride your cock," Jisung begged, and Minho finally relented.

His hands and legs were freed. Minho leaned back on the pillows at the head of the bed and pulled Jisung forward by the chain on his nipples, and Jisung guided himself onto Minho's cock.

"Spread your legs. I want to see everything."

Jisung did as he was told, spreading his knees wide and bracing his hands on the bed behind him as he fucked himself on Minho's cock - right now, he existed just for Minho's viewing pleasure and his body was just a warm wet hole to jerk Minho off. Jisung clenched his insides so that he would be nice and tight for Minho, making sure the head of Minho's cock was rubbing his insides the way he liked it even though it stretched him and made his hole extra sore at this angle, and Minho watched him with hungry eyes.

"So good for me, Jisung," Minho murmured breathlessly. "Go deeper, take my cock all the way inside you."

Jisung moaned and threw his head back as he sank down onto Minho's cock, riding harder and faster until Minho gripped him tight and flipped them around. Jisung cried out in pleasure and Minho moaned his name as he fucked Jisung into the mattress, plunging himself into Jisung's sore hole repeatedly until he finally emptied himself deep inside Jisung, grinding into him and making him take single every drop of his release.

Minho was very heavy on him, but Jisung liked the weight. He wrapped his arms around Minho, feeling completely wrecked - Minho was still inside him and he was so thoroughly fucked that his insides ached. When Minho finally eased himself off and released Jisung's nipples from the clamps, Jisung was barely awake enough to complain about it but he hummed contentedly when Minho kissed each of his poor abused nipples gently.

"It's for you. All for you," Minho murmured into his skin.

"I know, love," Jisung replied, pulling Minho up for a long, lazy kiss.

Minho rubbed the light bruises on his wrists and ankles and massaged his cock to make sure that the circulation was all flowing normally, then gave Jisung a glass of water and settled him back on a small mountain of pillows.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes."

Minho kissed him deeply one more time, then pushed the gag back into his mouth. His wrists were bound to his ankles, keeping them spread, and Jisung moaned when Minho pushed a dildo into his come-slick ass. A leash was put on his collar, confining him to the bed, and a pair of vibrating bullets were taped to his tender nipples. Then Minho nibbled on his bottom lip fondly before getting off the bed and walking out of the room, leaving Jisung to his own reflection in the mirror - thoroughly used, displayed, owned, but already getting hard from all that and ready for Minho to use him again however he pleased.

Jisung closed his eyes, head blissfully empty. Minho would be back soon. And he couldn't wait to find out what else he had in store for them both.

Chapter Text

It is known, from the tales told by parents to get their child to eat their greens, cautionary tales told around campfires, warning signs hammered around the streets: all devils are deceiving creatures, and will do anything to bring an angel to hell with them.

And yet, growing up with all these warnings from a young age, it does not stop Jungwon’s curiosity. Having graduated and received his halo, he immediately sets out to the edge of town, where the thickets of trees turn to the void of darkness. Jungwon trudges down, the beaten path slows to a halt. Not brave, yet not a coward, he continues and wanders wherever his legs take him.

And when the slow trickle of a stream can be heard, he cannot help but turn towards that direction. Feet soaked at the edge of water, Jungwon jumps in for a splash. This sort of behavior would not have been tolerated, but now outside the gaze of his town, he can indulge in such joy. Cupping some water in his hands, he pours it over his head and feels it run down his body and back into the stream.

“Little one, what are you doing so far into the woods?”

The hair on the back of his neck raises. Dense branches cut out any sunlight from penetrating, the edge of the forest now out of sight. Jungwon does not remember the path that he had taken for the life of him. His halo is the only light illuminating his surroundings.

“Little one, are you lost?”

Jungwon looks up to a gleaming row of pearly white teeth. Sharp smile dangerously close.

“Can you hear me, little one?”

He had not thought so far into this, danger slowly dawning into his mind. It was meant to be a short trip, to debunk the lies that all the adults say about the forest, how it’s all exaggerated.

But standing in front of the proof shatters his confidence.

Jungwon shivers. Whether from the wet clothes sticking to his body or his nerves firing up flight, he does not know.

“Oh dear, poor thing. You must have been out here for too long. Come with me, my cabin is not far.” Two arms wrap around his body, lifting him up from the ground. Jungwon doesn’t dare move. “It’ll get you warmed up. Would you like some food? Surely you must be hungry”

Jungwon nods slowly. His stomach agrees verbally as well.

Wisps of smoke spiral out the chimney attached to a rustic cobblestone cabin. It’s hidden well into the forest, with the thick layers of moss and foggy grime from the window dimming the light within to a flicker. If not for the odd location, Jungwon can’t help but feel like this would fit right in the rest of the village.

With shoulder nudging open the wooden door, Jungwon is quickly deposited next to the roaring fireplace. Not to waste such kind hospitality, he makes quick work of stripping off his clothes, thankful that the demon is facing the other side busy with the stove. Carefully, he wrings out all the water before hanging it to dry before a quick dart beneath the piles of blankets and furs.

So demons are caring, as he is served a portion of Stew, and they are civilized. As he learns of his name; Jay initiates the exchange, and in return shares his own as well, and they are not as the adults have portrayed them to be.

He is persuaded for the night. To stay in the cabin, when it is still dark outside. The drilling from childhood kicks in, as he politely rejects the notion of intruding, and when pointed out that he’s not equipped to deal with the prowling creatures at night, Jungwon accepts the stay but not without profusely apologizing.

As he lays at the side of the fireplace, glowing embers to ash with clothes musty damp and still drying, the gut feeling of something terrible does not go away. Jungwon tries to roll over and curl up on himself, which all but works until his eyes suddenly snap open in realization.

But it’s too late.

Claws clamp on his neck, sharp needle too close to piercing through skin. He struggles before it digs deeper. “You promised to stay. But never how long.”

“You—! You’re—”

“You had accepted the invitation to my domicile, you had dined within, and you have given your name freely.” All teeth grin widens, and introduces Jungwon the fear of being devoured. “This, you will find, that I had not tricked you at all.”

 “I’m not tethered here.” He managed to gasp out, trying to remove the fear of his voice.

“That is true, you’re not tethered to my domain. Yet.” He leans in close and each huff of breath marks a shiver down Jungwon’s spine. “Naivety is a lovely look on you. Reminds me of your roots in purity. But this stain,” the demon sneers in the direction of the halo as it wobbles slightly, “this stain will stay until you crumble from this martyr’s hands. And I will unburden you from the weight of obligation.”

A feigned caress of cheek, soft kisses dip down across each inch of skin and light each nerve ablaze. But from head to toe, Jungwon is frozen with fear. “There are so many ways for me to clean you of that. So many sins for you to commit.”

“I’ll never!” Jungwon spits. “You can’t make me do anything!”

“Oh?” Jay’s eyebrow raises in amusement. His heart does not stutter at the low rumble. “I’m surprised that you have been able to retain some sense. But let me change that. Tell me Jungwon, do you think you can resist succumbing to the pleasure of a demon?”

Words choke at his throat and before Jungwon can blink, the demonstrations of the demon’s words start. Jungwon’s pride covered by the blankets of fur have been ripped away, much to the distressed squawks that are immediately replaced with whimpers when mouth and hands invade across his body.

Not even a brief ministration as the demon goes straight to the main course. Searing touch of lips across his neck, ghost scraping claws at the dip of his spine as Jungwon feels like a meal savored by a starving man. There are no marks, yet the fleeting graze burns.

Each calm affection the demon emanates grates against the aggravation in Jungwon’s mind. He needs to escape, no, he will escape. No matter how steep the chances are Jungwon will not go without a fight. But as hands inch lower down, past the curve of his pelvis, he panics.

Defiling is a process. Tethering is a process. And all it takes is one drop of Jungwon’s come, however willingly, it will be complete.

His halo shivers. It glows bright yellow, the only thing left that connects Jungwon with home, and it shrinks. A tight fit, but better be safe than sorry. At least it will buy him some time. The glare of a challenge sent to Jay does little more than quirk the corner of his lips.

“Clever, clever. Such ingenuity. Tell me, with such quick reflexes, is this something you’ve done before?” Jungwon clamps his mouth shut against the smirk. “What a shame, for this to be your first time. Your trick won’t stop me from claiming what’s mine. But all the better for myself to enjoy.”

Unperturbed, Jay wraps his hands around Jungwon’s cock. And the dual shock of touch parallels the sight. His cock dwarfs in comparison to the hand that’s stroking it up and down.

His sobs are muffled against muscled forearms that bracket around his body, heady scent drowning him in an influence of an unknown. And with rough hands that rub with no rhythm his mouth opens involuntarily. Friction sparks noise, all drawn away and into a searing kiss with Jay.

The hand grasps at his cock, careful of the searing halo, and tugs. Two quick pumps and a whimper. Jay smirks. One singular thumb stroke spans from base to tip and more. And as a conductor he tunes the flicks and circles of each sound, until the orchestra is wrapped around his finger. Jungwon had not been part of the choir, but here he sings solo for Jay’s enjoyment.

Cool air breezes against the blaze, and each blast of differing temperature bubbles up against Jungwon. Teeth scrape against flesh and nip at bone, but never leave a mark. Here he feels small. Vulnerable. Against an oak throne, Jungwon is but merely the soft cushion of nerves.

A gasp leaves his mouth as Jay’s hands speed up. It hurts. It pleases. It finds each part of him that is wound up and unravels piece by piece.

Jungwon tries to keep his mind afloat. To ignore all of this. But when all his senses are flooded by the demon; hot breath intoxicating scent soft praise stacked against a resolve that easily washes away.

Something warm builds up against each stroke, a tingle of sensation that crushes against the halo. His chest heaves, labored breath ignored. And before reaching climax, it suddenly stops.

“…Whaaat?” Jungwon’s words slur together and carelessly strings together a taunt. “…that’s it?”

”You don’t even know how you tempt me.” Two fingers shove up inside his asshole, and Jungwon yelps at the cold slimy intrusion alongside. “But now that you’ve felt slivers of pleasure, don’t you want more?”

His mind wavers on the fence, as he teeters away from the relief of this finally stopping just like how had initially desired, before his body screams to chase the destructive sensation.

“Yes.” Jungwon utters. Like a small confession. A quiet prayer. His final one before descent.

His tight walls squeeze and press against the thick scissoring of his insides, but quickly become pliant. Two fingers are replaced by four, and not long after an entire fist is shoved up to the wrist. Jungwon lets out a few hiccups, scared how easily his physiology is adapting.

He’s repositioned, or more accurately manhandled, into sitting on Jay’s lap. Resisting to look at his face, Jungwon diverts his eyes down and oh…

It’s massive. Huge. He may not have a sample size to compare, but even so it does not surprise him that with Jay’s body proportions.

Black with a slew of amber that highlights the ridges and veins that run across the entire cock. Throbbing thick with a length to boot, resting against his body, Jungwon can tell that the tip will pass his own belly button and more. Even after being stretched, this is a leap across a canyon.

Fear washes over him. “Is… is that going to fit?”

“My, my Jungwon. What a curious question.” Two hands steady him up, knees buckling under his own weight. It aligns, pucker to tip. “Why don’t you find out?”

Curiosity had brought him here and will continuously be a running theme in his existence.

Jungwon’s body slumps forward. A piercing sound rips his throat as gravity pushes him halfway down Jay’s monster cock before the hands on his hips force him down to take the rest.

He feels full. Not in the same way as he was after dinner, but in the reverse. It shoves into him, ridges barging against sensitive walls. Jungwon’s eyes roll back reflexively.

Even with the entirety of Jay’s fist, what Jungwon had assumed to be the maximum his body would take, is laughably less in comparison. And even when massaged inside, knocking around the bundle of nerves Jay had abused with a grin, his hand had not reached this far.

Jay’s cock is clenched by something buried inside, once closed now blasted wide open. It protrudes out, rearranges his guts for the noticeable bump on his navel. The strong grip slides against the ridges and head of Jay’s cock as tears spring from Jungwon’s eyes. This is too much.

”Darling Jungwon, you are taking me so well,” Hand rubs in circles against his navel. “especially considering this is your first time”

All he can leave is a weak gargle and a squirm of his body, which was a mistake. Another ridge lodges against the opening and the flimsy tension has it slinks against the curve. Jungwon tries to sit still, but even when his knees are locked Jay’s cock somehow drives in deeper.

Moving around makes it worse. Staying still makes it worse. But there can be nothing done. Straining against the self-imposed ring around his cock choked red, Jungwon can feel the inevitable creep up. A soft sob wrings out.

White spurts trickle out.

The halo shatters. And that is all it takes for the full pressure to come rushing out, continuously squirting out like a fountain. Once it starts it doesn’t stop until several moments later, and when it ends Jungwon feels bone numb.

His eyes trace the spurts of white puddling against the black cobblestone that trail to the far side of a red rug. All settling evidence against any potential denial. He won’t be able to go back home. The barrier will reject him, banished from the village. The cardinal rules, and he has broken them.

Jay scoops up the halo fragments with a single hand and crushes it to fine dust, then smearing it across his navel. He then blows the excess away, and smiles. An intricate symbol of swirls that curls across from hip to hip with geometric gold in the middle.

Ever since Jay had laid eyes on Jungwon, from the edges of the forest he never stood a chance to escape. And he never will.

“Oh darling Jungwon, I haven’t even come yet.” A snap of his fingers, and Jungwon’s blue eyes list a milky hue. “On your knees. Mouth open.”