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Day 2 : 25th November 2022, 8: 00 pm.
It wasn't supposed to feel this way.
A little overwhelming, sure. But not like this.
Taehyung never thought a kiss could feel so exhilarating yet calming at the same time. Being in the habit of sleeping around quite often, he never thought something as trivial as a kiss could have him feeling this way. Brutally opened up to be who he really is. No hiding behind a mask anymore.
No, this was certainly more than what he expected. Much much more.
Jeongguk on the other hand was reeling. Not having any experience whatsoever, all he could do was follow Taehyung's lead. Thankfully though, Jeongguk's always been a fast learner. Show him something once and you can be sure he'll know it better than you in record time. It's probably why he revels in the low hum Taehyung lets out, knowing quite well that his actions are well appreciated.
For most of it though, he allows Taehyung to take the reign. Not because he cannot but because he doesn't want to. Somehow he cannot bring himself to act out of place. It's strange really, considering how Jeongguk usually is around others. How he can't stand to take orders. It's why at the young age of 24 he has his own fashion line because he couldn't bear to do what his superiors told him to. He never found them good enough to instruct him.
But Taehyung. He felt right. Whatever he said and did was easily welcomed by Jeongguk. It's like his brain wasn't even trying to think of defying, only a mantra of yes sir playing in his head.
As Taehyung pushes his tongue deeper into his mouth he feels hot all over, whether it's from sweating or heat pooling somewhere else he doesn't know. All he does know is that he feels like a firecracker being lit, ready to launch into its destruction, albeit an incandescent one, brightening up the whole world.
Taehyung's hand moves to his jaw as the kiss turns hungrier, his teeth sinking into Jeongguk's plush lower lip hard enough to bleed but not quite. His other hand finds Jeongguk's waist and travels down till it rests on his ass and god does he love the feeling.
Taehyung and Jeongguk gasp into the kiss, both for very different reasons. Taehyung, for his part, has never held something so perfect as Jeonnguk's ass. He knew his waist and thighs were to die for when he had first stepped into his office but now, feeling his shapely and muscular ass in his hand, fitting so perfectly, he doesn't think he can ever get his hand off it.
Jeongguk, on the other hand, has never felt so overwhelmed in his life. His previous partner had been too cautious, too polite, and too naive to have been so filthy and rough with him. But Jeongguk has only ever craved that. Feeling Taehyung cup his butt like that, fit a whole ass cheek in one palm makes him feel so so small and the rough squeeze only ignites the fire simmering in his belly.
"You promise to tell me when it's becoming too much? As much as I love having my hands and mouth on you, I'd hate to hurt you." Even as Taehyung says the words he can't bring himself to stop kissing Jeongguk. His lips are just divine, all plump and pink, tasting of strawberries. Taehyung could keep sucking on them forever and never tire.
Jeongguk almost whimpers at the harshness of the kiss and the softness of the words, so contradictory, yet everything he has craved, for all this while. "But I'd love that." Jeongguk moans into the kiss. And if Taehyung hadn't already been a goner for Jeongguk's words, this would have become his undoing. "Hurt me please, sir. I want to hurt.....I want to be hurt by you."
Fuck. Jeongguk is an angel and devil all wrapped up into the most exquisite gift. Innocent and sinful, exactly Taehyung's type.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Taehyung mumbles as he licks Jeongguk's lips and moves to kiss down his throat. Wet kisses with a mix of teeth do a wonderful job of leaving marks down the pale column.
"The lip bite wasn't nearly hard enough sir. I'm not sure if you intend to hurt me."
There. Now that's more like the Jeongguk everybody knows, always demanding for things to be the way he likes them.
In response what he gets is a sharp bite to his collarbone. He's sure he'll see a lot many teeth marks there that he'll have to conceal but lord did that feel great.
Upon hearing a louder moan rip out of him, Taehyung moves back to his lips, only brushing Jeongguk's, teasing him. "Oh I do petal, I just needed to know if you’d want that too." Taehyung rasps as he licks the seam of his lips. "You have no idea what you're unleashing. But I hope you can afford to take the weekend off to recuperate because I'm going to make sure you need it."
Taehyung doesn’t kiss him, only continues to hold himself tantalizingly near his lips. He shifts his hands to his waistband and quickly discards Jeongguk’s pants, wanting nothing more than the print of his hands on what he knows is a gorgeous ass.
Jeongguk stumbles back but holds onto Taehyung’s shoulders for support. Once he does realise that Taehyung has pulled off his boxers as well he feels bare and shy, the way he hasn’t been in front of a second pair of eyes. He quickly tries to cover himself with his hands but feels restrained by a larger pair of hands that hold him down, all the while maintaining eye contact.
Looking at Taehyung’s sleekly styled jet-black hair from above, Jeongguk just wants to run his fingers through it. He’s sure the man will look even more charming like that. But he holds himself back because he doesn’t know what Taehyung intends to do with him yet. The dark gleam in his eyes though should have been warning enough because he doesn’t get to hear anything more before he’s flipped around and bent over the table, his chest laying on the cold wooden surface with his ass fully on display.
Before he can move his hands to cover himself up from the back he hears, “Grab the edge of the table and keep your hands there. Do you understand?”
Jeongguk feels restrained by his voice even. It sends a cold shiver down his spine because he doesn’t know what to expect. He’s scared. But he likes it.
Taehyung palms one of Jeongguk’s ass cheeks and he’s down bad the moment his skin touches Jeongguk’s pale soft ones. He just knows they would look magnificent when coloured red.
“I’m going to spank you now for running your mouth like you decide what happens here. And I will continue to do so till I want to. Am I making myself clear, petal?”
Taehyung usually always uses a safeword but he doesn’t want to scare Jeongguk thinking there could be a possibility of him needing it. No matter how much he wants to put him in his place, he also knows this would be his first time doing a lot of the things so he doesn’t plan on going wild. He’s going to keep his composure even if Jeongguk makes it hard for him to.
“Yes sir” Jeongguk breathlessly answers holding onto the table in anticipation.
The sound of the first smack rings loudly in the cabin. And it's so sudden that Jeongguk almost doesn’t feel anything for a few seconds. Then the stinging sensation crawls in and it hurts. But he’s always loved being hurt this way. So he doesn’t complain and waits for some more.
Taehyung doesn’t need a verbal reply from Jeongguk to understand that he likes it if the way he seems firmer in the manner he stands or pushes his ass out is anything to go by. He lets out a light chuckle as his hand rains down three more smacks in quick succession. He’s impressed by how well Jeongguk is holding himself so it only tempts him to explore more.
In the fifth smack, he angles his hand in a way that makes it harshly hit his balls and that has Jeongguk arching his back off the table, hands still in place. Taehyung just knows that he’s loving it so gives him a few more pats right there, harder than before. He then shifts his palm higher and smacks him right on his rim.
“How does that feel?” Taehyung asks as he pushes his fingers on Jeongguk’s rim immediately after the eighth smack.
“Uh-um sir,” Jeongguk mumbles, “Can you please not do that?”
Taehyung stops, apprehensive. He bends himself over Jeongguk’s body to whisper in his ear as his fingers continue to lightly tap on his rim. “Do what, petal?”
“T-that.” Jeongguk stutters joining his legs together. Taehyung roughly shoves his leg in between Jeongguk’s so that he has to maintain that space between his thighs.
“Why?” Taehyung breathes into his ear as his nose grazes along his cheek.
“Because, because it’s making me feel like I’ll fall apart sir,” Jeongguk answers softly, the side of his head placed on the table.
Taehyung loves the sight of his glossy eyes and trembling lips. He doesn’t give in though. This only motivates him to go further. He leaves a wet kiss on the mole under Jeongguk’s lips as he smacks him once again, right on his rim. His left hand travels inside Jeongguk’s unbuttoned shirt and brushes his nipples. The impact of both actions has Jeongguk arching his back off the table. His hands rush to move Taehyung’s away from both the spots as he hurriedly stands.
Taehyung is caught off guard but he doesn’t move which causes Jeongguk to be flush against his chest, something hard digging in between his ass cheeks.
Taehyung doesn’t touch him. Doesn’t pull him close and nuzzle into his neck. Instead, he breathes out a warm breath that almost feels like it could set Jeongguk aflame before he hisses, “What did I say about your hands Jeongguk?”
The tone is so indignant that it has Jeongguk nearly shaking.
Taehyung moves away from Jeongguk and makes his way back to his chair where he takes a seat, legs spread apart to accommodate his growing erection. Jeongguk’s eyes don’t fail to notice the bulge but he’s beyond terrified to let it get the better of him.
Taehyung’s face is a mask of composure and that frightens Jeongguk even more. His skin looks so stretched along his jaw that Jeongguk is sure he’s gritting his teeth hard to hold himself back from chastising him for his stupid behaviour. Taehyung’s eyes are closed and he guesses it’s probably because he doesn’t want to look at him anymore, done with all his naïve antics.
“Am I not to receive an answer, petal?” Taehyung inquires as opens his eyes, a calm ire in the way he looks at Jeongguk. But he still calls him by his pet name, that’s got to count for something right?
“N-no, I mean yes, sir. I tried to but…but I couldn’t help it. It felt,” Jeongguk gulps down the knot steadily building in his throat, “It felt strange, sir.” Jeongguk looks down, eyes tearing up, ashamed that he managed to disappoint the man that was willing to give him everything he thought he would never have, the only man he has ever wanted.
“Hey, look at me.” Taehyung calls and his voice is so gentle yet stern that Jeongguk has to do as it commands.
“Strange as in it hurt you bad or didn’t feel good? You don’t like your nipples and your rim to be touched?” Taehyung’s eyes convey worry and Jeongguk is relieved to find that he still cares for him.
“No, sir. It felt like my body was on fire the moment you touched me in those places. I’ve never felt anything like it when it’s only me touching. I guess I’m just…just…” Jeongguk looks around like he’d find the word laid out in some corner of the cabin.
“Sensitive. So sensitive, aren’t you petal?” Jeongguk only nods in response. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I love that you’re so responsive. Just not when it involves disobeying me. Especially not when it's to remove my hands from your body.” The slight shake of his head is enough to send Jeongguk blabbering in his defense.
“Sorry, sir. I’d never want to. If only there was a way to ensure I don’t act impulsively.”
“And there is. Only, I’m going to use it to my advantage, not yours.” Taehyung smirks as he gets up from his chair and walks back to the table where he’d spread out his equipment for the day.
Jeongguk sees him picking up a twisted red rope and walking towards him. “Take off your shirt and turn around.” And Jeongguk does, both out of fear and eagerness. “Hold your elbows behind your back.” Once again Jeongguk is quick to follow the orders.
Taehyung takes the rope and bends it to half its length. He loops it around Jeonguk’s forearms, swiftly making a single-column tie and successfully restraining his arms. “It's silk so it won’t bite. But it will bruise if you pull on it.” Taehyung informs as he continues his handiwork.
Jeongguk lets out a shudder as he feels Taehyung round the rope over his torso, right under his pecs, and loop it at the back to repeat the process, only this time they’re right above his pecs. “This will keep your hands in place,” Taehyung speaks as he cinches it to tighten over Jeongguk’s pale skin that’s already gaining colour.
He then throws the rope over one shoulder, till it reaches the rope below his chest from in between his pecs and right up from under it. He intersects the rope with the one already over one side of his neck making it look crafty till he finishes the chest harness by knotting it behind Jeongguk’s neck. “And this will allow me to have complete access to your nipples.” Taehyung breathes into Jeongguk’s mouth, brushing his lips to his but never kissing.
Jeongguk has never felt so confined in his life. But he likes it, the feeling of being bound and at Taehyung’s mercy. Somehow, that manages to excite him more than the spanks did. Maybe it comes from knowing that the man will put his well-being before everything else, and that makes him feel so safe that if he could he would never take the harness off.
“Now now, there’s no need to be so delighted,” Taehyung says, no doubt after looking at the way his face glows. “You interrupted my punishment so I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to stricter measures.”
Taehyung moves away once again, marvelling at the pale beauty bound in red before his eyes. Jeongguk can feel the hunger on his skin with the way Taehyung looks at him and it makes him want to combust, but he doesn’t know what the future holds and if at all he’ll get a taste of what he so dearly desires.
Taehyung picks up the leather whip, all tan and smooth on the surface. “You think you can take a few hits for me petal?” There’s mischief in Taehyung’s eyes when it finds Jeongguk’s and his peripheral vision allows him to see Taehyung sliding something into his pocket. The fact that he knows it's to be used on him and he doesn’t even know what it is, has something coiling in his stomach, akin to a live wire.
“Yes, sir. I’d love to be of use to you.” Jeongguk is sure of his words and yet the uncertainty of him being able to do so is what keeps him on edge, stimulating him.
“Were the slaps hard?” Taehyung asks as he stands before him wanting to learn how much harder he can go with the whip.
“Should I be honest sir?” Jeongguk questions, all innocent yet challenging.
“That or nothing petal.” Taehyung traces his lips over Jeongguk’s cheeks, leaving tiny pecks in its path.
“It hurt a little but….I think for me to need the weekend to recover would take more than that.” Jeongguk looks right back at Taehyung and into his eyes as they brush their noses together. Taehyung cannot fathom how he can say something that implies all things filthy and yet manage to look all pristine and pure, angelic. But the fact that he’s a cheeky one riles him up more than it should.
“Oh, you’ll see why, petal. We were just getting started. And the starters are never as satisfying as the main course.” Taehyung licks down Jeongguk’s throat, all the way to his collarbone. He shifts lower and runs his nose over one of Jeongguk’s nipples, already hard as a pebble. Jeongguk arches into his touch with nowhere else to go. He probably expects Taehyung’s mouth on it next but it never comes.
Taehyung straightens up right then and looks into his eyes, holding him captive, making him unable to look away. And suddenly Jeongguk can see Taehyung popping something into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. He blinks a few times trying to understand what it is that he sucks on so dearly when he could be doing that with his nipples instead.
His befuddled frown is answered by Taehyung opening his mouth and taking his tongue out to show him what it is, or rather what they are. He pulls them out before he speaks, “These are nipple clamps. I’ve warmed them up so they don’t feel cold to the touch but I’ll warn you, they do sting.”
Taehyung chuckles and it's mean because he knows how sensitive Jeongguk is there, how turned on he is right now and yet he only draws it out further. Something tells Jeongguk that he’s playing with fire. But surprisingly he’s been loving every bit of it.
Before Jeongguk can even think of what to say, Taehyung puts one of the clamps in place and tightens it till the nipple becomes erect and pink. Jeongguk lets out a loud gasp as he almost falls forward into Taehyung’s hold, unbearably turned on by this one act alone.
“Easy there, petal. I’ve still got to ensure you need the weekend to recuperate, remember?” Taehyung mocks him but even that feels gentle and also deserved.
Jeongguk doesn’t speak much. Or at all. He doesn’t feel like he needs to. Somehow, Taehyung understands his reactions and anticipates his questions to answer them before he can even ask. “They’re going to feel nice when I pull them off,” Taehyung reassures. “Knowing that you like to hurt good, I cannot not give that to you.” He smiles as puts the other clamp on the left nipple. Jeongguk is already breathless and he knows there’s more to come, he just hopes he doesn’t disappoint.
“Turn around and take the same position as before,” Taehyung instructs as he steps back with the whip in hand.
Jeongguk quickly sticks his chest to the wooden table which is now much warmer than it was before. He lets out a little squeak when he feels his nipples getting pressed over from the front but there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Spread your legs. Wider than you did before.” Taehyung speaks, muffling a chuckle at the hard time Jeongguk is having in resting his chest on the table, his nipples overly sensitive.
“I’m not going to give you a warning so don’t expect one. And if you think it’s getting too much just ask me to stop, alright?” Although Jeongguk could always put a stop to all the fun he’s having, he really wishes he doesn’t. He hasn’t enjoyed so much in months, or even years maybe. Scratch that, he hasn’t felt this good ever before. And he hopes Jeongguk feels the same.
“Yes, sir. You may begin--arghh” Jeongguk screams out when the whips cracks on the smooth skin of his already reddened butt.
“You’ll tell me when to begin, petal? Is that how this works?” Taehyung admonishes but there’s no real bite to it. The only bite there is, is of the whip that punishes and loves Jeongguk all the same. “Nn-no sir,” Jeongguk gasps out unable to form coherent sentences.
“You’d do well to remember that then. You’re mine so I get to decide what I do with you. Clear, petal?” Taehyung is harsh in the way he whips Jeongguk and expects him to give intelligible answers.
“Crystal,” Jeongguk speaks out loudly, his voice hoarse from screaming each time the whip strikes him. Today Taehyung is especially thankful for having a soundproof cabin for the privacy of his patients. He just never thought it would be to contain the moans of one of them as well, even his own.
“Got a smart little mouth on you, don’t you petal? Always so sharp with your answers. I’ll see if you can think straight enough for that after this.”
The whip brings Jeongguk both pain and pleasure. He cannot decide whether he wants him to stop or go on, whether he wants him to slow down or go harder. The only thing he does know is that he wants him, and he’ll do anything to please him, to keep him.
Ten hits later Taehyung drops the whip on the side table and Jeongguk’s mind is a mess. Tears made his sight blurry and drool escaped his lips when he let out screams he was unable to muffle. His nipples hurt from being squeezed and his butt is throbbing. Jeongguk has always loved working out because he feels all his muscles come alive then. Now, however, he thinks nothing compares to the stinging sensation that swims all over his body.
He feels spent already and he’s about to ask Taehyung to get the clamps off but before he can he hears a thud. He turns his head back to see Taehyung on his knees, his face inches away from his marked ass.
Without any prior warning, as seems to be his brand, Taehyung leans in to kiss the soft flesh of Jeongguk’s butt. “So beautiful petal. All red, just how you like it,” Taehyung says as he licks a fat stripe up his right ass cheek where the hits were most brutal. Jeongguk is too entranced by the sight to contemplate what comes next.
Taehyung places wet kisses and licks all over Jeongguk’s ass, soothing the skin like a balm. Jeongguk is quite enjoying the whole process until he feels all air being punched out of him when his rim is being prodded by Taehyung’s smooth tongue. To make matters worse, his fingers aid the muscle in the endeavour and Jeongguk cannot help how his thighs press together and his back straightens to avoid exposure to the skillful weapons that are Taehyung’s tongue and fingers.
Taehyung once again doesn’t move, remaining on his knees. When Jeongguk stands, he misses his balance and falls back on Taehyung, who then has his face blissfully buried in the partition of Jeongguk’s ass.
He doesn’t take any undue advantage, however, only leaving a small kiss on his rim before sliding his hands to Jeongguk’s hips and holding them firmly as he gets to his feet.
“Why am I not surprised? Little Jeonggukie can never keep his promises, can he?” Taehyung berates, a deep frown set on his face.
“I’m sorry sir,” Jeongguk sniffles. “I keep making these stupid mistakes. I’m just so stupid.” Jeongguk’s tears have begun to run down his cheeks and it upsets Taehyung that they’re not for the reason he hoped.
Taehyung roughly turns him around and pulls him close enough for their chests to be pressed against each other, his hand resting on the small of his back. His other hand holds his jaw to make sure he’s looking at him and nowhere else for what he says next. “Did I say so?” Taehyung grits out.
Jeongguk’s eyes water even more profusely now, afraid that he may have ruined all his chances with the man after all. “Hey, petal, stop that. I don’t want to see you cry unless it's out of pleasure. Do you understand? It displeases me greatly.” Jeongguk only nods and Taehyung doesn’t press him for words, noticing that he seems to be a little distant.
“You’re smart,” Taehyung wipes under his eyes and presses a kiss to his cheek, “And beautiful,” another to his chin, “Young and yet so industrious,” one to his right cheek, “so meticulous,” another to the round tip of his button nose, “absolutely relentless in pursuit of your goals and,” with a last kiss to the corner of his lip he says, “polite, so fucking soft-spoken and considerate that it had me melting from the moment I heard your voice.” Taehyung rubs his hands all over his back and shoulders, easing out the muscles that are tense from being bound for so long. For a minute he thinks about forgoing the rest of his plan to take it easy on the doe-eyed angel that rests his head on the crook of his neck but what Jeongguk says has him stalling, shocked.
“Maybe you need to restrain my legs, sir. I can’t seem to stop their reflexes. I’ll work on it I promise.” Jeongguk kisses the side of Taehyung’s neck in an offer of appeasement.
“Sure. That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Taehyung must have been fucking blessed to have met Jeongguk because even as he tries to bury his desires, Jeongguk ends up digging them right up for both of them to enjoy. What more can he ask for in life?
“However, since you’ve disobeyed me again, it’s only fair that you lose something else as well.” As Taehyung says this he walks around Jeongguk to stand behind his back.
Before Jeongguk can ask what it is that he is to lose he feels his vision darken. “That will keep you from looking at my face. You’d hate that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. This is the most horrible punishment. Anything else would have been easier to bear.” Jeongguk whines. “I know petal. Pain is hardly a punishment for you so I decided to inflict something harsher. Let me see how well you deal with it now.” Taehyung laughs, knowing full well that even while avoiding eye contact Jeongguk manages to sneakily peak at him every 3 seconds.
Taehyung turns Jeongguk around and sees a deep round pout on those plump lips. He resists, at least for a while, when he picks Jeongguk up with his hands under his thighs. The action, however, causes the pout to come closer to his face than expected and he cannot help but leave a quick peck on them. He can see the immediate shift in Jeongguk’s expression as a lovely smile now replaces the most adorable pout in the world and he’s a goner. What he’d do to see both those expressions on his face daily is a question that has limitless answers so he doesn’t even try to ponder.
Jeongguk can’t hold onto him, nor can he see so he solely relies on Taehyung to take him wherever he pleases, loving the feeling of helplessness and security in Taehyung’s sturdy arms and warm chest. He feels himself being placed on what he believes is Taehyung’s table once again, though maybe on the side where he sits while meeting with patients. It’s strange how it makes Jeongguk feel almost as if he has crossed some boundary, no more only a patient now. Not a patient at all, only a man interested in another.
Jeongguk feels his legs being spread apart, each ankle possibly cuffed to the handles of Taehyung’s chair that allows him to rest his feet on the armrests. Taehyung’s considerate as always and that has Jeongguk biting his lip, a blush high on his cheeks.
“Stop,” Taehyung warns. “Stop biting those gorgeous lips of yours.”
“It’s another one of those reflexes you’ll have to deal with sir,” Jeongguk speaks and the tone is bratty, spoken with a pout.
“Yeah?” Taehyung asks as he harshly pulls open one of the nipple clamps.
“Fuck.” Jeongguk gasps out. “Yes, petal. I’m getting to it,” Taehyung devilishly grins yanking the other clamp out of the way as well.
Both Joengguk’s nipples are swollen and so so red. They need tending but Taehyung holds himself back, wanting Jeongguk to beg for it.
“Sorry sir,” Jeongguk heavily breathes, “but can you…can you..”
“Can I what, petal? Shut your mouth?” Taehyung’s just being mean now, taking advantage of Jeongguk being so thoroughly bound and helpless.
Jeongguk arches his back trying to push his chest into Taehyung’s face but he deftly avoids it to settle his mouth on his throat instead, kissing harshly and leaving more marks to bloom on his skin later. One of his hands holds Jeongguk’s back to support him since he’s left with none from his restrained arms. He uses his right hand to grab the bottle of lube from his pocket and flick it open to pour a generous amount directly into the partition of Jeongguk’s ass. His fingers warm it on his rim as he rubs over it.
Taehyung strategically takes his seat with Joengguk’s ass spread open in front of him. Nothing to stop him from devouring him now. He kisses a path up his smooth pale thighs, biting them hard and then licking the wound to soothe the sting. He makes a ritual of it as he proceeds in the same manner while marking up the other leg. When he reaches the apex of Jeongguk’s thighs he can see them quivering, the soft moans he’s letting out giving him enough signals to keep going.
He licks the rim leisurely as Jeongguk squirms in his place, unable to move Taehyung away or even close his thighs. Taehyung continues his sweet torture as he pushes his tongue inside his tight rim, relishing the resistance he’s met with. He forces a finger inside to make the glide easier and that has Jeongguk screaming.
“Yes, petal. Let me hear you.” Taehyung dives back to lick at his rim and thrusts into it, his fingers gaining pace as he adds a second one. He can feel Jeongguk’s body thrumming. He feels hot all over and Taehyung loves it.
He’s three fingers into Jeongguk thrusting fast and hard as he prepares him for his cock. Jeongguk seems to be almost bouncing on his fingers willingly, loving the friction he supposes. When Taehyung pushes in the fourth with his lips sucking on the rim, the younger splutters out, unable to hold it in anymore, “Sir p-please. Ah-I-I beg you. Please come here.”
And Taehyung cannot wait to hear what he’s pleading for so he immediately withdraws his tongue and sits straight, leaning closer to Jeongguk’s lips. His fingers continue breaching Jeongguk’s rim which opens to accommodate another man’s fingers only for the second time. How Taehyung loves that! He’ll try to keep it that way for as long as he can and he hopes that is a long long time.
“What is it petal?” Taehyung asks, face a breath away from Jeongguk’s.
“Kiss me,” Jeongguk pants, “Please.”
Really, can Taehyung say no to such a polite request from such a pretty mouth? He thinks not as he promptly stands up and crashes his lips with Jeongguk’s petal soft swollen ones, loving their fullness. The kiss is soft and harsh, slow and fast, never quite setting a pace, basking in the uncertainty of it all.
Taehyung pulls on Jeongguk’s bottom lip with his teeth and then lets it bounce back when Jeongguk says, “Bite me.” Fuck. Jeongguk doesn’t even have to ask twice as Taehyung complies, teeth breaking into Jeongguk’s plush lower lip, making it bleed. The taste of blood mixes into the wild kiss making it a heady fusion of all things divine.
“Down there too,” Jeongguk gasps in between the kiss.
“Where, petal?” Taehyung asks feigning obliviousness.
“Please, sir. I’m hurting there. Won’t you soothe it for me?” And the innocent manner in which he speaks has Taehyung falling hard into his trap. He should have known letting out his weakness would cost him his pride. So he indulges him, licking down his throat and sternum.
He kisses around his areola and finally takes the erect nipple into his mouth as his fingers pick up pace and thrust into Jeonnguk’s rim, scissoring his walls. Jeongguk’s mouth is open but it's enough to gather from the look on his half-hidden face that he’s ecstatic.
“Oh, yes, yes sir. Keep going.” Jeongguk moans. Taehyung isn’t sure whether the direction is for his fingers or mouth to follow so he continues doing both, with more vigour than before.
He uses his teeth to pull on his nipple and then his tongue to soothe the sting. His mouth sucks on it to massage it, leaving the bud thoroughly loved and abused. He then moves to the other nipple, laving his tongue on it repeatedly to frustrate Jeongguk who then huffs out in aroused annoyance. “Bite it already sir, the slow pace is driving me insane!”
“Is that so petal? You want it hard and fast? You sure?” Taehyung drags out his questions to irritate Jeongguk even more, his fingers slowing down as well.
“Sir!” Jeongguk whines as he tries to bounce his hips on Taehyung’s fingers but it’s difficult with no hand to support him other than Taehyung’s, who acts reluctant.
“Ok petal,” Taehyung hums as he finally takes his nipple into his mouth and sucks on it slowly. He pops it out of his mouth and leaves a tender kiss on it before he says, “Hard and fast it is.”
After that, it’s as if the word tender didn’t exist in his dictionary at all. Jeongguk may not have known it would be this way but he’s never going to complain, not when this is exactly what he loves the most.
Taehyung harshly bites his nipple and pulls on it till it cannot stretch any further. He laps it all up and sucks on them like his life depends on it. His fingers turn brutal in their siege, opening Jeongguk up deeper than he expected, finding places he hadn’t himself explored.
Each suck is hard, each thrust deliberate when Taehyung pushes his chair back slightly to have Jeongguk slide forward and onto his expectant fingers. A loud moan tears out of Jeongguk when that happens. Everything moves at super speed and Jeongguk’s mind cannot keep pace with what his body desires. He reacts, but only much later when his body is craving something else, something much bigger already.
“I think you’re loose enough to take me now,” Taehyung mumbles against Jeongguk’s bitten lips breathing harshly. He removes his hand from Jeongguk’s hole which has him whining. “Sir, don’t stop. You were there.”
“Where petal,” Taehyung asks as he unzips his slacks and pulls in halfway down.
“Where I haven’t been before, sir. Please get back there,” Jeongguk rasps.
“Such innocent words but filthy wants” Taehyung tuts. “But I am preparing to go deeper, petal. Wouldn’t you want that?”
He hears a sharp intake of breath before Jeongguk speaks. “Can I? Can I please see you?” And Taehyung knows Jeongguk wants to see what will be going inside him next, so he can brace himself.
Taehyung would be cruel and not let him know what to expect but he wants to see what his reaction would be like, knowing it’s only the second time he’ll be seeing a cock in person.
“Only because I feel generous,” Taehyung says before pulling the blindfold off. He watches Jeongguk blink a couple of times, readjusting to the light, and then look at him with watery eyes. The shift to his crotch is immediate and so apparent that it has Taehyung laughing, like he expected it to be all out and hard right now. One of which, it definitely was.
“Would you like to see?” Taehyung asks on purpose just to embarrass him more, loving the deep scarlet shade that adorns his cheeks and neck. Even his ears have turned beet red and that makes him look so so adorable.
Taehyung pulls down his briefs in one go and his cock, which had suffered through much restraint in the confines of his pants, finally springs free. He pumps it up to its full length keeping his eyes on Jeongguk the whole time. The way his eyes only get larger and his pupils dilate has Taehyung feeling like it’s his first time seeing a cock. But then he remembers Jeongguk has one too, though smaller, much pinker and cute, but still a cock nonetheless.
There’s a gleam that runs over his eyes and for the first time since he was bound Jeongguk appears restless, like he wants to be unbound.
“It’s so long, sir,” Jeongguk mumbles while licking his lips, keeping his eyes trained on the cock alone. “And thick too.” His brows crease in worry as he bites on his lip. “I’m not sure it’ll fit, sir. But,” and usually Taehyung hears people telling him only that. However, Jeongguk is not people, definitely nothing ordinary so he only grins when he hears him say, “please make it fit, even if it hurts.”
“You can trust me on that petal.”
Taehyung takes out a packet from his lowered pant pocket and he’s about to rip it open when Jeongguk says, “Can I? Can I touch you, please?”
And Taehyung is not a man if he can resist that, because no man created could see his sparkling doe eyes, the pout on his lips, and then reject him. It’s just not humanly possible. And last Taehyung checked, he was very much human, fallible, so he gives in without much persuasion.
He unties the knot behind Jeongguk’s neck and the rope loosens, falling around Jeongguk. He doesn’t even have to look behind Jeongguk to undo the column tie that fastens his arms because he’s much too practised. In seconds he has the rope bundled up and off him. He can practically see the awe in Jeongguk’s eyes as he continues to stare at him.
“There. You can touch all you want petal.” Jeongguk reaches out to hold the thick cock, the weight of which feels heavy in his small palm. It’s darker in comparison to him and the contrast makes it even more appealing. The angry red head leaks precum all over Jeongguk’s pale warm hands as he runs his fingers around its huge girth. Without much thinking, Jeongguk uses his hand to touch all over his inner thighs and rim. He collects the excess lube from there and rubs it over Taehyung’s shaft which only grows in size with his actions.
Jeongguk is so pure. But also so filthy that Taehyung just wants to reward him for bringing his every wet dream to life. It’s because of that Taehyung unclasps the leg cuffs, freeing his ankles as well.
Jeongguk continues pumping Taehyung’s shaft till the glide becomes incredibly smooth. He then rubs his finger over the slit and presses hard. That is enough to fasten the process because Taehyung had been holding it back for two weeks long now. He needs to fuck Jeongguk. Now.
He hands over the packet to Jeongguk who rips it open with his teeth and carefully rolls it onto his cock. From then on, it's mostly autopilot. None of them thinking much, only concerned with acting out.
Taehyung grabs Jeongguk’s hips as he pushes inside his hole slowly. Jeongguk wraps his legs around him, ankles hooking over Taehyung’s butt. The initial stretch burns and he can see it in the way Jeongguk scrunches his eyes and bites his lip to hold back his scream. But it’s not long after Jeongguk is grinding back down on him, pleas of ‘more’ and ‘harder’ the only words leaving his lips, the rest just incomprehensible babble and loud moans.
Taehyung drills into him with proficiency, each thrust measured carefully to drive Jeongguk off the edge of sanity. “Fuck! Sir, could you,” Jeongguk pants, “Could you please hit me there again?” He’s on the brink of madness and yet so polite. It only makes Taehyung want to give him the world, what are a few hundred thrusts?
He drives his cock into his hole with dexterity, riping his walls open. He strikes his prostate with precision each time, again and again, and again. He is out to kill, each stroke meant to drive him wild. And he knows he’s managed it when he sees Jeongguk’s eyes blur out and glaze over with a sheen of lust, his hips moving to thrust himself back on Taehyung’s cock unhesitatingly, so sure of his actions that it makes Taehyung so so glad.
Jeongguk tangles his fingers in Taehyung’s dark hair and messes up the subdued style to make it more wavy and free. The result only leaves him speechless, not that there was much talking happening, considering Taehyung keeps leaving him breathless with the ruthless thrusting of his cock into his hole and his rough kisses.
Not that Jeongguk complains. He never does. He only wants and wants and wants. Because Taehyung only gives him everything. For once, he feels like he’s receiving things without even having asked for them. To be understood and cared for, Jeongguk realises, is the best and most exhilarating feeling in the world.
While they’re at it, Jeongguk decides to ask for what he’s been cautious about. Taehyung hasn’t ever shamed him, only welcomed him with open arms. That makes him confident that Taehyung will give in.
“Sir,” Jeongguk mutters against Taehyung’s lips, “Can you choke me, please?”
Taehyung doesn’t reply, only kisses him lovingly before grabbing him by the throat and applying pressure on the points he knows will have Jeongguk releasing sooner than he expects.
When Jeongguk feels his air supply being cut short, he trembles and gasps. Taehyung thrusts into his prostate even harder and that has Jeongguk shooting white all over Taehyung’s shirt. He quickly looks up, eyes all round and remorseful but before he can apologise Taehyung reassures him, “I know I didn’t say you could come petal. But neither did I say you couldn’t. Stop fretting your pretty little head over it and kiss me.”
Taehyung lets go of Jeongguk’s throat and holds onto his waist firmly as he chases his own release. Jeongguk smoothens out Taehyung’s hair and then wraps his arms around his neck as he proceeds to kiss him. He looks pretty much like a koala now, hanging off of Taehyung but he loves it, bringing Taehyung even closer to him by his pushing his butt with his heels.
The kisses turn softer with Jeongguk going pliant after his release. Now they’re more reverent, like they’re thanking Taehyung for all he has done for him. Taehyung continues to thrust into him frantically but finally cums when Jeongguk holds him close and whispers in his ear. “Thank you. Thank you for fixing me, sir. No other therapy comes close.”
The polite filth has Taehyung reaching his climax and milking his high out much quicker than he had anticipated. Thinking about BDSM and sex as therapy and Jeongguk as his patient ends up becoming the trigger. Jeongguk really is something else to point that out now.
Taehyung slows down his pace that finally comes to a stop when he slips out of Jeongguk. He knots the condom and disposes of it in the bin under his table. When he looks up he sees exhaustion on the boy, his eyes blinking to a close, body worn out in ways he hadn’t known were possible for him.
Taehyung untangles himself from him. He leaves a chaste kiss on his forehead before moving away to get a towel. He wipes him clean gently and leaves kisses everywhere a bruise blooms, happy that his marks will remain on the boy. When he’s done cleaning him, he lifts him and places him on his chair so his back can finally get some rest. He lifts his thighs and applies some soothing cream on his butt gently, to avoid hurting him, after which he resumes gathering their clothes.
“Are you hurting anywhere petal?” Taehyung asks as he takes off his cum stained shirt and replaces it with a fresh one from his drawer.
“Not anywhere I don’t want to.” Jeongguk mumbles, yawning.
Taehyung chuckles, tucking his shirt in and zipping up his pants. He bends to leave a loving peck on Jeongguk’s lips. “Come here, petal. Let me get you dressed.” Jeongguk sits up straight, although with much support from Taehyung.
He puts his shirt on for him and buttons him right to the top so his chest doesn’t end up distracting him again. When he helps him stand up, and his hand brushes the skin of his butt, Jeongguk squirms. “Can I skip the pants sir, please?” Taehyung wants to cover him up as much as possible, he’s not for prying eyes to see but he understands that his skin is stinging with sensitivity so he doesn’t force it.
“Only if you skip the sir with it too,” Taehyung says as cups his cheek. “Call me Taehyung?”
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk utters and he feels blessed to be able to hear his name being called out so bashfully. “It’s 2 syllables too long,” Jeongguk pouts. “Can I call you Tae instead?” Jeongguk asks him, eyes hopeful.
“Sure petal, anything you like.” Taehyung kisses his forehead and then says, “You’re going to have to wear your briefs, though. It seems a softer material so it may not irritate your skin.”
Jeongguk doesn’t protest as Taehyung puts his briefs on for him. Nor does he protest when he makes him wear his suit jacket and takes him out through the back door. He’s being sat in a lavish car and tucked into the front seat with a warm blanket on top of him and a pillow beneath his head. He feels so comforted that he cannot help but yawn, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“My sleepy baby,” Taehyung smiles as he kisses Jeongguk’s sleepy pout. He rounds the hood of the car to get to the driver’s seat. Once inside he turns to look at Jeongguk.
“Petal,” Taehyung calls smoothly. When Jeongguk blinks his eyes open to look at him he continues, “Do you suppose you’ll need the weekend now? To recover?” The grin that accompanies the question is both frustrating and charming but Jeongguk is getting used to it now. He only hopes, he can keep seeing more of it.
Instead of answering him, Jeongguk leans forward till his face is a breath away from Taehyung’s. “What if I don’t want to?” Taehyung’s brows crease, not quite understanding what he means.
“What if I don’t want to recover from this? Like ever? Would you take care of me? Just the way you did today?” Jeongguk’s eyes are sure and his voice firm. Taehyung has no reason to doubt or reject the offer he had been wanting to extend himself so he lurches forward to seal their lips in a kiss.
“Stay the weekend to find out?” Taehyung’s eyes are sincere, his lips devoted, and his fingers engaged as they tickle Jeongguk who only giggles in answer.
Well, at least they have the weekend to recuperate with each other. A future together can be discussed in the process, no?