[Fic] Put Your Faith in My Stomach
Title: Put Your Faith in My Stomach
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM themes (B/D and D/s), cross-dressing, slight exhibitionism, vibrator usage
Summary: Trust is sexy and arousing.
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“Don’t lower your head.”
There’s a casual and impassive look on the speaker, a relatively tall man with handsome features that have women of different ages staring. The bored looking eyes of Kim Jongin hide the edge and sternness in his words from the people around. It doesn’t go by unnoticed by his companion, of course, whose head immediately goes up. Wide eyes look toward him questioningly after a while, body stiff. He puts light pressure in their joined hands.
“Good. You’re doing good.” He doesn’t smile but the pleased tone in his voice draws one out from the other, a beautiful smile in the shape of a heart. He takes a quick look at the person beside him as they walk down the street. Do Kyungsoo looks comfortable wearing a black, funnel-neck cape coat over a body-hugging, red lace dress and a long wig with big curls at the end. Breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup - no one able to guess he’s actually a man. While black suede knee-high boots hide perfectly wax-smooth legs, the clothes hide a secret shared only between the two of them. A secret making Kyungsoo’s cheeks be tinted with light red and his steps shake a little.
Ropes press upon his skin with every movement. Intricate knots tie him up from his shoulders to his chest, from his upper to lower back, from his abdomen to his crotch. The rope even encloses around the base of his cock and a knot continually rubs against his anus. A karada kinbaku (1). Despite the lowering temperatures of autumn, he feels warm. The heat coursing through his body has his cock hard and his palms sweat. Earlier, he had his head down from embarrassment and arousal. It’s the first time they’re going out in broad daylight like this which had him shying once they stepped into the busy street far from their home. They had agreed it’s only for a short while but Jongin decides how short is short. The unknown has him on edge resulting in an even keener perception on what’s going on with his body and on every look and stare of people. The thought that he’s walking like this amongst unsuspecting strangers has his mind in a muddle.
Jongin discreetly watches Kyungsoo become headier and more drowned in pleasure. He lets go of Kyungsoo’s hand to place it upon the other’s waist. The shiver he feels as he draws the body closer to him brings out a smirk. They look like a regular couple going out on a Saturday afternoon. Only, they live a city away, driving here so as not to run into anyone they might know and he had his lover tied up. The process still takes a long time, his hands careful and precise, but it’s shorter than when they had first started. The memory of the pale skin shuddering under his touch and the observation right at this moment of Kyungsoo’s enjoyment causes his cock to harden. He’s relieved he wore a trench coat able to hide this problem of his.
“We’ll have a snack there.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes follow Jongin’s finger pointing at a café. There’s no need for a reply because it hadn’t been a question. It had been an order much like most of Jongin’s words every time their sessions start and until they finish. He nods anyway, smiling. Jongin picked a place selling food and drinks Kyungsoo likes and Kyungsoo knows that. Jongin is a thoughtful master. Kyungsoo understands it from each measured touch and each calculated action. Everything to please Kyungsoo, to make things pleasurable for Kyungsoo. Even with Jongin’s own requests when they talk things over, it’s always Kyungsoo’s comfort. Even with trying new things, it’s always within Kyungsoo’s limits.
They enter the café and Jongin chooses a window seat partially hidden by the plants outside. He stays only long enough to hear Kyungsoo’s gasp and the accompanying shudder as the other sits down. Right after, he walks up to the counter to order, glad that there’s a line. Right now, he’s going to observe how Kyungsoo does when he’s left alone like that for a period of time. If there’s a sign of growing discomfort or fear, he’ll run back immediately. If not, he has something planned. The last agenda for this trip. When it’s his turn to order and Kyungsoo still looks fine, he deliberately takes even more time than needed. Once he returns, he notes the slight flush on Kyungsoo’s cheeks that’s gone a tad darker. His lover’s imagination has surely run wild again while he had been away. A good thing.
“Tell me what you’d been thinking while I was away.” The order is a whisper but they’re close enough for Kyungsoo to hear. Pink cheeks turn into bright red ones. A flutter of eyelashes as Kyungsoo briefly looks down on the table before looking into waiting eyes. While Jongin had been away, he stayed perfectly still, hands clasped on top of his thighs and head slightly lowered so as not to meet anyone’s gaze. However, every breath and every miniscule movement pulls him closer to the all-consuming heat. His mind indeed had conjured up scenarios and images and everything about Jongin that had him squirming. The small movements made the lace of his dress rub tantalizingly against his cock. Such a hellish heaven.
“I thought of how it would be if you were to take me right here, master. With everyone watching you claim me. They would see all these ropes that mark me as yours. You’ll take me with these still on and with me bent down on the table. Everyone will hear my moans and know you’re the only one who can give me such pleasure.”
Speaking of those thoughts is a whole different level from just thinking of them. Kyungsoo commends himself for being able to look directly at Jongin and maintaining his tone all the while. He had not stuttered nor wavered. He’s been able to do so for quite some time - properly telling Jongin all of his ideas and thoughts without embarrassment - but each time is still an achievement he’s happy about. Jongin’s appraising eyes and satisfied look also help. Every small achievement of his is rewarded with either spoken praise or physical reward. This time Jongin leans over the table to kiss him, a short meeting of lips. It makes him sigh in a mixture of happiness and anticipation.
Their orders arrive as Jongin moves back to his seat. He gestures for Kyungsoo to eat the slice of cheesecake as he digs in his own. There are two cups of hot tea placed on the table as well. Only a short thank you to the waitress is said before silence falls upon them. The low hum of café music and various conversations are a mere background to the ruckus in their brains. Jongin reigns in his desire to do just as what Kyungsoo had told him. As thrilling as the words may have been, he wouldn’t really act on them. He’s possessive of Kyungsoo as much as the latter is of him. They will remain as stimulating thoughts.
On the other hand, Kyungsoo’s slow pace and silence is due to all of his efforts being diverted to not making any inappropriate sounds as the ropes once again press and slide against his skin. When Jongin finishes and he’s still eating, the heavy stare gets him even more on edge and his hand occasionally shakes. He continues to eat. The cheesecake is delicious and the satisfaction on his taste buds adds up to his overall satisfaction of their activities. After several more mouthfuls, his plate is just as clean as Jongin’s and he sips his tea. He looks at Jongin who may seem disinterested but is actually very delighted. He smiles before sipping his tea again.
“I’m going to the bookstore across the street. I want you to be aware of every pair of eyes that even so much as glance at you. Continue to drink your tea until I come back.” Jongin watches as surprise melts into acceptance. Kyungsoo nods.
“Yes, master.”
Jongin stands up afterward but maintains their eye contact. He stares for a moment before speaking. “You know the codes. Your mobile is only for that purpose.”
“I understand, master.”
A hand slides upon Kyungsoo’s cheek before Jongin is walking out of the establishment. Kyungsoo watches as the other enters the bookstore then goes back to his task. From people walking by to the people in the café, his awareness of the lingering gazes and innocent glances heightens. The thrill of the possibility of being found out comes back tenfold. Every time he raises his cup to his lips, he has to muster all his strength not to spill the tea. His mind is playing with him. He knows nobody could ever fathom what’s underneath his clothes but for every person who stares at him long enough, he thinks that maybe they know - know he’s straining to have Jongin touch him and fuck him, know he’s a man wearing women’s clothes, know that he’s into generally frowned upon sexual practices. He thinks there’s desire in those eyes. He takes deep breaths to calm his body down. The tea helps.
Jongin doesn’t come back until 10 minutes later with a paper bag on hand. Kyungsoo knows not to ask about it and remains seated as Jongin studies him from across the table. There’s nothing that gets to him more than Jongin silently looking at him, observing him. Something about it has his cock aching and his asshole clenching. The lust and satisfaction in those brown eyes that is so palpable as if actually caressing him and praising him. He bites his lower lip in an attempt to ground himself to reality and it makes Jongin lean in and take his breath away. Without regard for anyone else, Jongin kisses Kyungsoo, eating up every wavering breath and almost moan. They part and Kyungsoo looks at Jongin with half-lidded eyes and slightly bruised lips.
“Master?”
“We’re going home. Remember, chin up.” Jongin punctuates his order by pressing Kyungsoo’s chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He hears a soft “Yes, master” as he gets up, bag in hand, and waits for Kyungsoo to do so. He revels in Kyungsoo’s struggle to remain dignified despite the barely contained pleasure attempting to seep out of plump lips and the sensuous body. Once at his side, he wraps an around Kyungsoo’s shoulder and leans close, whispering with a low voice. “I watched you from the bookstore. You did well today.”
Kyungsoo turns to look at Jongin and smiles brightly, momentarily forgetting about everything but Jongin’s praise. It feels so good to hear such things and it warms him up in ways so different from lust. “Thank you, master.”
“Let’s go.”
They walk through the busy streets once again with Kyungsoo stumbling more than earlier. Jongin always steadies him, grip reassuring. When they’re finally in the confines of their car, Kyungsoo lets out a long moan as he relaxes on the passenger seat. Jongin’s cock twitches at the sound from beside him. The sight of Kyungsoo restraining himself from moving and touching his cock pushes at Jongin’s buttons. Pale hands grip tightly on the coat as if there were invisible handcuffs chaining them into place. And there probably are. In Kyungsoo’s mind, he has them because Jongin ordered him not to touch himself until explicitly said to. He won’t go against Jongin’s orders. They’re all for Kyungsoo’s pleasure.
“Pull up your coat and dress. Spread your legs and put your feet up on the seat.”
Kyungsoo does as he’s told, pulling up his clothes until his cock is showing then removing his shoes and placing his feet on the seat in a way that Jongin could still see his straining cock and anus. He places his shaking hands on top of his knees and looks to Jongin for further instruction. The thought of being in this position the entire ride just like every other time has him panting heavily, nails digging onto skin. His mind swims in lust as the possibility of being caught in such a lewd act comes up.
“Stay like that. You are not to move.” Jongin notes that Kyungsoo had forgotten to put his seatbelt on before getting into position. He reaches over and does it himself. He loves the hitch of breath and groan when the seatbelt makes the ropes dig onto Kyungsoo’s skin more. “There. Be good.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo fills his lungs with air and exhales shakily, “master.”
For every stoplight, every pause due to traffic, Kyungsoo squirms and bites his lips. Even with the comfort of tinted windows, he’s still unbearably conscious and that makes this exciting. His cock is even smearing pre-cum onto his dress, staining it with dark spots. The sight of such debauchery always has Jongin gripping his wheels tighter than he would have liked. No amount of time or frequency doing this has helped him be more resistant. Kyungsoo only looks more and more pliant, willing. He silently thanks the heavens that they actually manage to get back after 18 minutes. But of course, patience is a virtue Jongin has learned and practiced. He won’t just dive in to satisfy himself when they get inside their apartment. No. He’ll savor every moment, every pleasured sigh, every restrained movement, every heated look. He’ll prolong this hedonistic indulgence. And then, the end will be sweeter.
Once the car is parked, Jongin gets out of his seatbelt and turns his body to look at Kyungsoo again who’s already looking at him, waiting. He lets himself try to put the image into memory - the lust-filled eyes, the quivering legs, the leaking cock. Kyungsoo looks so beautiful. He places his right hand on the passenger seat to steady him while he releases Kyungsoo’s seatbelt with his left and caresses those thighs in feathery touches making them jerk. He smirks at the stuttered “master” right by his ear. He leans back enough to face Kyungsoo while running his fingers on the knot sitting at Kyungsoo’s anus and pushing it in slightly. The thrown back head exposing a lovely column of neck urges his lips forward, latching onto a patch of skin and biting down on it. Every suck after causes a shiver throughout Kyungsoo’s body. The pleasure is short-lived as Jongin moves away after making sure the neck is nicely bruised.
“Remove your wig and clothes.”
That’s all Jongin says before getting out of the car and opening the trunk. Kyungsoo only lets himself calm down for 5 seconds before doing as he’s told, sighing as the slightly heavy wig is finally off his head. However, it’s always harder getting the clothes off after their walks. He’s already needy and his fingers won’t stay still. But Jongin is always considerate, choosing women’s clothes that would be pleasurable but easy to remove. He’s shimmied out of them when Jongin returns. There’s a pause when Jongin looks at him and he knows that his naked body has Jongin’s cock straining underneath the jeans and trench coat. He’s handed a shirt 2 sizes larger than him and loose jogging pants. Jongin closes the door.
The clothes are put on at the same pace as his other set of clothes had been taken off. He wears the slip on shoes Jongin left at the driver’s seat. When he looks decent enough, he gets out of the car and walks to Jongin at the other side with his phone on hand. The trench coat had been removed from Jongin’s body and hands place it upon his shoulders. Jongin looks at him and he knows he’s supposed to wear it and hide the ropes that are peaking out of the shirt. So he does, putting his phone inside one of the pockets. Jongin holds his hand when he’s finished and they walk together to the elevator. The distant sound of the car locks clicking in place rings in the silent garage.
Jongin doesn’t mind the cold air trying to cling onto him after taking off his coat. It helps him calm down. And he’d rather endure it than have people see Kyungsoo without the cover. Besides, his navy blue jumper is thick enough. The elevator arrives and they step in, Jongin pressing the number 9 before the door closes. He looks Kyungsoo in the eye through their reflections on the shiny metal door.
“Once we get to our unit, head straight to the bedroom. Just stand at the foot of the bed.”
“Yes, master.” Kyungsoo wants to kiss Jongin fervently, have Jongin take him right in that elevator, just from hearing him speak. This experience today has surely aroused him faster and further. He refrains himself however. It wouldn’t be good to act out of line while everything is still in play. He will keep his desires unsated until the time Jongin deems for him to have them satisfied. Being denied for a period of time always makes his orgasms feel excruciatingly glorious. Jongin never fails to take him to heights and depths he hadn’t known.
By the time the elevator stops, Kyungsoo feels extremely warm under the clothes he’s wearing. Jongin had been looking at his reflection the whole time with a look in those eyes that promised salacious physical gratification. He had admitted this time and again and he will continue to do so. Jongin’s eyes, the way they burn with lustful pledges as they devour him from head to toe, are what he loves the most. They are Jongin’s best asset. As they walk across the hallway, he remembers a time when Jongin had him hard and had denied him orgasm for an entire week. By the end of it, Jongin only had to look at his naked body sprawled all over their bed, to stare at his cock, and he had cum. He hadn’t felt humiliated. He felt thrilled - to have gone on for that long and to let Jongin see just how much he desires his lover.
The sound a door being opened pulls Kyungsoo’s mind back to the present. Jongin watches the other scurry over to their bedroom, shoes haphazardly removed in front of their shoe cabinet. What had gone through Kyungsoo’s mind while they walked, he doesn’t know. But it must have been one of their many sexual adventures to have made Kyungsoo moan unconsciously. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, lock automatically in place, before following his alluring lover in long confident strides. When he gets inside, Kyungsoo is waiting diligently. He moves to their closet and opens the lowest drawer.
“Take your clothes off.” Jongin commands as he takes out two bundles of rope, lube, and a vibrator. He turns around in time to see Kyungsoo already only in the large shirt. His lips twitch as even that is quickly removed. Eyes that seem to be begging him catch his own and he walks over to the other. The ropes, lube, and vibrator are placed on the bed. He stands in front of Kyungsoo afterward. Tension rises and he helps himself to inviting lips, savoring them. His hands tug and slide over the ropes adorning Kyungsoo’s body while hands card through his hair in a grip that reminds him of how sexually frustrated his lover is. He feasts upon the carnal noises leaving succulent lips. He touches Kyungsoo’s dick in upward strokes as Kyungsoo sucks on his tongue zealously.
They part, Jongin pushing Kyungsoo away. The latter swallows down the whine bubbling up his throat. Out of breath, Kyungsoo is turned around. He feels fingers trace down his back and he shivers in delight. They disappear and only after a moment does he realize that Jongin is removing the ropes. Hands fleetingly graze his skin as the ropes leave him, arms wind around him to unwind the ropes then go back repeatedly until they’re at his neck. Then as the ropes are pulled away, the knot on his anus rubs teasingly. He moans as it disappears to be replaced by a quick touch of fingers. But even that disappears as he is turned around, the knot around his cock untied slowly. Jongin’s eyes are fixated upon his cock all the while and he couldn’t help but cum as soon as the rope is gone. His hands find purchase on Jongin’s shoulders to keep him standing. He looks up blearily at Jongin and speaks in a quivering voice caused by the highs of orgasm.
“I’m sorry, master. I’ll accept your punishment.”
“I’ll look over this once.” Jongin leans down to kiss Kyungsoo briefly. “You were such a good boy today so consider this as a reward.”
The grip on Jongin’s shoulders tighten as Kyungsoo is overwhelmed with elation. It isn’t often Jongin decides to overlook such misgivings. He smiles brightly. “Thank you, master.”
“Now stay still.” Jongin removes Kyungsoo’s hands from his shoulders and places the used rope on a chair. He’ll get to that later. As for now, he has a lover to tie up once again. He grabs the two ropes and looks over at Kyungsoo. “Get on the bed and on your knees.”
Kyungsoo turns around and crawls up to the middle of the bed, kneeling. His cum is starting to dry on his abdomen and chest but he doesn’t mind. He waits for Jongin who tells him to put his arms forward. His hands are soon tied up. A ryō tekubi kinbaku (2). He knows it’ll be tied later to the headboard. He bites his lips in anticipation. The second bundle of rope is wound around his waist to make a lark’s head knot. Then Jongin makes an overhand knot just above his cock. He puzzles over this. Usually, Jongin would tie it around his cock just like the previous pattern. He doesn’t voice out his question, believing in Jongin. The rope is brought in between his butt cheeks and another overhand knot is made above his anus this time. He realizes Jongin is doing the kōmon kinbaku (3) and not the matanawa kinbaku (4). He clenches his fists as images run through his mind. He barely registers Jongin tying the rope and bringing the ends to his front again and threading them through the vertical lines before bringing them back and threading them under the knot above his anus.
“Face the headboard.”
The ends of the rope slide against the bed as Kyungsoo moves. Jongin takes the tied up hands and hooks them up to the headboard. He places a hand on Kyungsoo’s back and immediately Kyungsoo bends to make sure his ass is high up in the air. The loose ends of the kōmon kinbaku are tied to each side of the bed to give him a perfect view of Kyungsoo’s asshole. He could also see the way Kyungsoo’s cock is slowly starting to harden. He takes the lube and smears a decent amount on three of his fingers. He smirks as Kyungsoo’s asshole is now clenching in what could only be expectation. Kyungsoo sighs as he smears lube on it, taking his time and just letting his fingers slide up and down, left and right, round and round. He stop after a while just to listen to Kyungsoo breathing raggedly. His index and middle finger abruptly enter the quivering hole, enjoying the muscles tightening around them.
“Master!” Kyungsoo cries out, head thrown back. Every slow draw back and thrust in has him shivering. The deliberate slowness is agonizing but so incredibly good. Jongin knows just how to rile him up, occasionally spreading his anus. Pressing here and there just near his prostate but never quite touching it. He clenches around the fingers, wanting to feel more. And more comes in the form of a third finger pushing its way in. Then he gets into a rollercoaster of desire as Jongin alternates from a slow, sensual pace to a fast, urgent pace. The tie on his wrists get tugged repeatedly as he dives further down into a sea of witless passion. He takes huge gulps of air like a strangled man when Jongin pulls away. It’s a short reprieve when a slicked up vibrator enters him. It goes in and out a few times that has him crying out again before it’s plunged all the way in, coaxing a moan out of him because it’s right at his prostate.
“Stay just like this.”
It takes a while before Kyungsoo could properly say the words “Yes, master.”
Jongin runs his fingers over pulled ass cheeks and sweaty thighs. Everything about Kyungsoo is beautiful. He moves away and stands up from the bed, grabbing the vibrator’s remote, to walk over to the chair with the abandoned rope. Pulling the chair over to the space where he’s just right in front of the erotic scene, he sits down and begins to bundle up the rope again for washing. He notes in glee the fact that Kyungsoo is fully erect again. He doesn’t bemoan his own painful erection but he does relieve some tension by opening his jeans and pulling it down slightly to let it out. He takes the remote and presses the first level. The tremors the rack Kyungsoo’s body is something to behold, the way that pale body shakes in pleasure with sweat glistening upon the skin.
Kyungsoo’s lower lip might be plumper after this as he bites down upon it once again when Jongin starts up the vibrator. He could feel the heavy gaze on his ass and that mere fact has him shivering again. Now that Jongin is away from him, the ropes feel like an extension of Jongin’s fingers, hands, and arm that are caressing him, hugging him, gripping him. Each movement of his causes the ropes to rub against his skin and he imagines they’re Jongin’s hands roaming across his body and holding onto his wrists. The vibrator goes faster and faster and he’s moaning without restraint, crying out “master” in an obscene manner. It goes on and on until he’s spilling on the sheets and his knees are halfway to giving up on him. And even then, Jongin doesn’t stop the vibrator, only slowing it down.
His eyes gather tears as the vibrator continues to press upon his prostate, stimulating him. His toes curl and his fingers dig onto his palm. Jongin’s contemplative hum sends his mind careening off the edge because that always indicates that things are going to get dirtier. All he could think of is Jongin and sex and sex with Jongin and how much he really needs these things right now. His breath comes in short gasps of inhales and stuttered exhales. His cock is aching but getting harder again as time passes. His head lolls to the side and he opens his closed eyes to look at the blurry outline of his tied wrists. He’s surprised to have his head turned even more and have lips kissing him fervently. But his surprise doesn’t show on his jellified body, not even on his eyes that close once again. The feel of Jongin’s naked body against his own as he’s thoroughly kissed has him moaning and pushing back against the warmth. That may not have been a good idea because the vibrator is pushed further into him and his legs give out, leaving him lying on his stomach on the dirty bed sheet.
“Look at you. All ruined and still begging for more.” Jongin traces Kyungsoo’s nape down to the other’s back with his lips. He grabs Kyungsoo’s waist and pulls. “Up.”
Kyungsoo does his best to get on his knees again. He’s learned from previous experience that staying lied down on the bed with his hands tied up like this would cut off blood circulation and it’s a pain afterward. Jongin helps steady him, arms wrapping around him in a secure manner. He breathes out, “Thank you, master.”
“Would you like me to fuck you now?” Jongin lets his cock slide between Kyungsoo’s ass, right above the vibrator-filled hole. The groan he’s replied with fuels the burning in his body. “It doesn’t matter. I will anyway.”
The vibrator is pulled out fast and another groan spills out of Kyungsoo’s lips. Jongin takes his time properly lubricating his cock to the sight of Kyungsoo’s clenching asshole. When he’s had Kyungsoo waiting enough, he pushes in the hole in one thrust resulting in Kyungsoo’s head being thrown back again and a satisfied sigh escaping both their lips. He begins with a fast pace that has their bed creaking under them and he has to keep Kyungsoo up by the waist because the other almost fell to the bed again. He takes pride in being the only one able to do this to Kyungsoo, to see lust take over everything, to watch Kyungsoo let go. And then he slows down his thrusts, savoring each in and out, the muscles of Kyungsoo’s insides trying to keep him in.
The word “master” is chanted like a prayer only that rather than a monotonous telling of it, Kyungsoo moans it out breathily. He does every time Jongin slowly enters him, cock deliberately always hitting his prostate. It’s as if Jongin is carefully engraving himself onto Kyungsoo. And Kyungsoo loves it. He loves how Jongin claims him and debauches him. Jongin is all he could think about as he’s continually fucked. Jongin and pleasure. He feels himself trembling in being consumed by both. His body burns when the pace changes again and he’s almost being pushed towards the headboard with each thrust. The overstimulation of his prostate lures him into another orgasm, moaning and trembling.
This time he really has no strength left and Jongin is the only one keeping him up. Tears actually spill from his eyes this time around as Jongin doesn’t stop thrusting. It feels so good. He continues to clench down on Jongin’s cock, doing his best to bring his lover into completion as well, and he’s rewarded with Jongin’s own moans. The hands on his waist are digging onto his skin in a way that he knows would leave marks. Tighter and tighter as time goes by and he knows that Jongin is edging closer. The thrusts become slightly erratic and soon Jongin’s cock is emptying itself in him. The warm cum feels nice and has him groaning in satisfaction. A few more thrusts and Jongin pulls out.
“Stay kneeling until I’ve untied the ropes.”
Kyungsoo does his very best to fulfill that order as Jongin frees his wrists and then getting out of bed to untie the ropes on each side. Jongin does his best to be quick about it as well. He might be feeling a bit lethargic from post-orgasmic bliss but Kyungsoo always comes first. Right now, he makes sure that his lover doesn’t bring injury upon himself. Once he’s finished, he hears the dull thump of Kyungsoo’s body falling. He stops himself from laughing in fondness. Next, he removes the ropes from Kyungsoo’s body. It would have been harder if Kyungsoo hadn’t been cooperative. But as it is, Kyungsoo moves and turns to his instructions with a serene smile. He bundles up the ropes again and gathers all the things on their bed, including the stained bed sheet, placing them in the basket where they put everything from their sexual activities that need cleaning.
When Jongin picks Kyungsoo up and walks them both to the bathroom, Kyungsoo’s smile grows wider. A really kind master. He’s seated on the toilet as Jongin opens the faucet to fill the bath tub. His body is still tingling from post-orgasm and now his heart is fluttering with Jongin’s attentiveness. He doesn’t even care for the cum dripping out of his ass and onto the toilet cover at this point. But Jongin does. His lover kneels before him and grabs some tissues. He pulls his feet to his body and spreads his legs. Jongin smiles at him before proceeding to clean him. If he weren’t absolutely tired from three continuous orgasms, he might have gotten hard again with the way Jongin’s fingers are moving. Jongin eventually finishes and he sighs in relief. The faucet is turned off and he’s lifted once again before placed gingerly into the bath tub. Jongin soon follows him inside.
“How are you, Kyungsoo?” Jongin whispers and Kyungsoo leans back to his chest with a hum.
“Great. I feel great. You’re great, Jongin.” Kyungsoo turns his head around to kiss Jongin and they enjoy it for a long time, languidly tasting each other with slow licks of tongues. They pull away with wide smiles and Jongin threads their fingers together. He rests his head on Jongin’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jongin kisses a rosy cheek before nuzzling it with his own. “I actually bought you that book you’ve been wanting to have.”
“Really?” So that’s what the paper bag was all about. “Thank you.”
“Will you cook me chicken for dinner in exchange?”
Kyungsoo laughs heartily before giving Jongin a peck on the lips. “Anything you say, Jongin.”
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Author’s Notes: 5k+ worth of porn! *confetti* I’m supposed to be studying for GRE and TOEFL right now or even rewriting Tadhana and brainstorming for abnormals!AU. But meh. I wanted to give myself a gift. I feel sorry I debauched Ed Sheeran’s lyrics. Hahaha! “Put your faith in my stomach” means “place your trust in my instincts”. His play with words is excellent. So below is the list of terms I used. Feel free to google what they look like. Hehehe. And yeah. Have a good day everyone!
1 karada kinbaku - body bondage (literally “body” and “to bind tightly”)
2 ryō tekubi kinbaku - wrists bondage
3 kōmon kinbaku - anus bondage
4 matanawa kinbaku - groin rope bondage
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM themes (B/D and D/s), cross-dressing, slight exhibitionism, vibrator usage
Summary: Trust is sexy and arousing.
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“Don’t lower your head.”
There’s a casual and impassive look on the speaker, a relatively tall man with handsome features that have women of different ages staring. The bored looking eyes of Kim Jongin hide the edge and sternness in his words from the people around. It doesn’t go by unnoticed by his companion, of course, whose head immediately goes up. Wide eyes look toward him questioningly after a while, body stiff. He puts light pressure in their joined hands.
“Good. You’re doing good.” He doesn’t smile but the pleased tone in his voice draws one out from the other, a beautiful smile in the shape of a heart. He takes a quick look at the person beside him as they walk down the street. Do Kyungsoo looks comfortable wearing a black, funnel-neck cape coat over a body-hugging, red lace dress and a long wig with big curls at the end. Breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup - no one able to guess he’s actually a man. While black suede knee-high boots hide perfectly wax-smooth legs, the clothes hide a secret shared only between the two of them. A secret making Kyungsoo’s cheeks be tinted with light red and his steps shake a little.
Ropes press upon his skin with every movement. Intricate knots tie him up from his shoulders to his chest, from his upper to lower back, from his abdomen to his crotch. The rope even encloses around the base of his cock and a knot continually rubs against his anus. A karada kinbaku (1). Despite the lowering temperatures of autumn, he feels warm. The heat coursing through his body has his cock hard and his palms sweat. Earlier, he had his head down from embarrassment and arousal. It’s the first time they’re going out in broad daylight like this which had him shying once they stepped into the busy street far from their home. They had agreed it’s only for a short while but Jongin decides how short is short. The unknown has him on edge resulting in an even keener perception on what’s going on with his body and on every look and stare of people. The thought that he’s walking like this amongst unsuspecting strangers has his mind in a muddle.
Jongin discreetly watches Kyungsoo become headier and more drowned in pleasure. He lets go of Kyungsoo’s hand to place it upon the other’s waist. The shiver he feels as he draws the body closer to him brings out a smirk. They look like a regular couple going out on a Saturday afternoon. Only, they live a city away, driving here so as not to run into anyone they might know and he had his lover tied up. The process still takes a long time, his hands careful and precise, but it’s shorter than when they had first started. The memory of the pale skin shuddering under his touch and the observation right at this moment of Kyungsoo’s enjoyment causes his cock to harden. He’s relieved he wore a trench coat able to hide this problem of his.
“We’ll have a snack there.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes follow Jongin’s finger pointing at a café. There’s no need for a reply because it hadn’t been a question. It had been an order much like most of Jongin’s words every time their sessions start and until they finish. He nods anyway, smiling. Jongin picked a place selling food and drinks Kyungsoo likes and Kyungsoo knows that. Jongin is a thoughtful master. Kyungsoo understands it from each measured touch and each calculated action. Everything to please Kyungsoo, to make things pleasurable for Kyungsoo. Even with Jongin’s own requests when they talk things over, it’s always Kyungsoo’s comfort. Even with trying new things, it’s always within Kyungsoo’s limits.
They enter the café and Jongin chooses a window seat partially hidden by the plants outside. He stays only long enough to hear Kyungsoo’s gasp and the accompanying shudder as the other sits down. Right after, he walks up to the counter to order, glad that there’s a line. Right now, he’s going to observe how Kyungsoo does when he’s left alone like that for a period of time. If there’s a sign of growing discomfort or fear, he’ll run back immediately. If not, he has something planned. The last agenda for this trip. When it’s his turn to order and Kyungsoo still looks fine, he deliberately takes even more time than needed. Once he returns, he notes the slight flush on Kyungsoo’s cheeks that’s gone a tad darker. His lover’s imagination has surely run wild again while he had been away. A good thing.
“Tell me what you’d been thinking while I was away.” The order is a whisper but they’re close enough for Kyungsoo to hear. Pink cheeks turn into bright red ones. A flutter of eyelashes as Kyungsoo briefly looks down on the table before looking into waiting eyes. While Jongin had been away, he stayed perfectly still, hands clasped on top of his thighs and head slightly lowered so as not to meet anyone’s gaze. However, every breath and every miniscule movement pulls him closer to the all-consuming heat. His mind indeed had conjured up scenarios and images and everything about Jongin that had him squirming. The small movements made the lace of his dress rub tantalizingly against his cock. Such a hellish heaven.
“I thought of how it would be if you were to take me right here, master. With everyone watching you claim me. They would see all these ropes that mark me as yours. You’ll take me with these still on and with me bent down on the table. Everyone will hear my moans and know you’re the only one who can give me such pleasure.”
Speaking of those thoughts is a whole different level from just thinking of them. Kyungsoo commends himself for being able to look directly at Jongin and maintaining his tone all the while. He had not stuttered nor wavered. He’s been able to do so for quite some time - properly telling Jongin all of his ideas and thoughts without embarrassment - but each time is still an achievement he’s happy about. Jongin’s appraising eyes and satisfied look also help. Every small achievement of his is rewarded with either spoken praise or physical reward. This time Jongin leans over the table to kiss him, a short meeting of lips. It makes him sigh in a mixture of happiness and anticipation.
Their orders arrive as Jongin moves back to his seat. He gestures for Kyungsoo to eat the slice of cheesecake as he digs in his own. There are two cups of hot tea placed on the table as well. Only a short thank you to the waitress is said before silence falls upon them. The low hum of café music and various conversations are a mere background to the ruckus in their brains. Jongin reigns in his desire to do just as what Kyungsoo had told him. As thrilling as the words may have been, he wouldn’t really act on them. He’s possessive of Kyungsoo as much as the latter is of him. They will remain as stimulating thoughts.
On the other hand, Kyungsoo’s slow pace and silence is due to all of his efforts being diverted to not making any inappropriate sounds as the ropes once again press and slide against his skin. When Jongin finishes and he’s still eating, the heavy stare gets him even more on edge and his hand occasionally shakes. He continues to eat. The cheesecake is delicious and the satisfaction on his taste buds adds up to his overall satisfaction of their activities. After several more mouthfuls, his plate is just as clean as Jongin’s and he sips his tea. He looks at Jongin who may seem disinterested but is actually very delighted. He smiles before sipping his tea again.
“I’m going to the bookstore across the street. I want you to be aware of every pair of eyes that even so much as glance at you. Continue to drink your tea until I come back.” Jongin watches as surprise melts into acceptance. Kyungsoo nods.
“Yes, master.”
Jongin stands up afterward but maintains their eye contact. He stares for a moment before speaking. “You know the codes. Your mobile is only for that purpose.”
“I understand, master.”
A hand slides upon Kyungsoo’s cheek before Jongin is walking out of the establishment. Kyungsoo watches as the other enters the bookstore then goes back to his task. From people walking by to the people in the café, his awareness of the lingering gazes and innocent glances heightens. The thrill of the possibility of being found out comes back tenfold. Every time he raises his cup to his lips, he has to muster all his strength not to spill the tea. His mind is playing with him. He knows nobody could ever fathom what’s underneath his clothes but for every person who stares at him long enough, he thinks that maybe they know - know he’s straining to have Jongin touch him and fuck him, know he’s a man wearing women’s clothes, know that he’s into generally frowned upon sexual practices. He thinks there’s desire in those eyes. He takes deep breaths to calm his body down. The tea helps.
Jongin doesn’t come back until 10 minutes later with a paper bag on hand. Kyungsoo knows not to ask about it and remains seated as Jongin studies him from across the table. There’s nothing that gets to him more than Jongin silently looking at him, observing him. Something about it has his cock aching and his asshole clenching. The lust and satisfaction in those brown eyes that is so palpable as if actually caressing him and praising him. He bites his lower lip in an attempt to ground himself to reality and it makes Jongin lean in and take his breath away. Without regard for anyone else, Jongin kisses Kyungsoo, eating up every wavering breath and almost moan. They part and Kyungsoo looks at Jongin with half-lidded eyes and slightly bruised lips.
“Master?”
“We’re going home. Remember, chin up.” Jongin punctuates his order by pressing Kyungsoo’s chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He hears a soft “Yes, master” as he gets up, bag in hand, and waits for Kyungsoo to do so. He revels in Kyungsoo’s struggle to remain dignified despite the barely contained pleasure attempting to seep out of plump lips and the sensuous body. Once at his side, he wraps an around Kyungsoo’s shoulder and leans close, whispering with a low voice. “I watched you from the bookstore. You did well today.”
Kyungsoo turns to look at Jongin and smiles brightly, momentarily forgetting about everything but Jongin’s praise. It feels so good to hear such things and it warms him up in ways so different from lust. “Thank you, master.”
“Let’s go.”
They walk through the busy streets once again with Kyungsoo stumbling more than earlier. Jongin always steadies him, grip reassuring. When they’re finally in the confines of their car, Kyungsoo lets out a long moan as he relaxes on the passenger seat. Jongin’s cock twitches at the sound from beside him. The sight of Kyungsoo restraining himself from moving and touching his cock pushes at Jongin’s buttons. Pale hands grip tightly on the coat as if there were invisible handcuffs chaining them into place. And there probably are. In Kyungsoo’s mind, he has them because Jongin ordered him not to touch himself until explicitly said to. He won’t go against Jongin’s orders. They’re all for Kyungsoo’s pleasure.
“Pull up your coat and dress. Spread your legs and put your feet up on the seat.”
Kyungsoo does as he’s told, pulling up his clothes until his cock is showing then removing his shoes and placing his feet on the seat in a way that Jongin could still see his straining cock and anus. He places his shaking hands on top of his knees and looks to Jongin for further instruction. The thought of being in this position the entire ride just like every other time has him panting heavily, nails digging onto skin. His mind swims in lust as the possibility of being caught in such a lewd act comes up.
“Stay like that. You are not to move.” Jongin notes that Kyungsoo had forgotten to put his seatbelt on before getting into position. He reaches over and does it himself. He loves the hitch of breath and groan when the seatbelt makes the ropes dig onto Kyungsoo’s skin more. “There. Be good.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo fills his lungs with air and exhales shakily, “master.”
For every stoplight, every pause due to traffic, Kyungsoo squirms and bites his lips. Even with the comfort of tinted windows, he’s still unbearably conscious and that makes this exciting. His cock is even smearing pre-cum onto his dress, staining it with dark spots. The sight of such debauchery always has Jongin gripping his wheels tighter than he would have liked. No amount of time or frequency doing this has helped him be more resistant. Kyungsoo only looks more and more pliant, willing. He silently thanks the heavens that they actually manage to get back after 18 minutes. But of course, patience is a virtue Jongin has learned and practiced. He won’t just dive in to satisfy himself when they get inside their apartment. No. He’ll savor every moment, every pleasured sigh, every restrained movement, every heated look. He’ll prolong this hedonistic indulgence. And then, the end will be sweeter.
Once the car is parked, Jongin gets out of his seatbelt and turns his body to look at Kyungsoo again who’s already looking at him, waiting. He lets himself try to put the image into memory - the lust-filled eyes, the quivering legs, the leaking cock. Kyungsoo looks so beautiful. He places his right hand on the passenger seat to steady him while he releases Kyungsoo’s seatbelt with his left and caresses those thighs in feathery touches making them jerk. He smirks at the stuttered “master” right by his ear. He leans back enough to face Kyungsoo while running his fingers on the knot sitting at Kyungsoo’s anus and pushing it in slightly. The thrown back head exposing a lovely column of neck urges his lips forward, latching onto a patch of skin and biting down on it. Every suck after causes a shiver throughout Kyungsoo’s body. The pleasure is short-lived as Jongin moves away after making sure the neck is nicely bruised.
“Remove your wig and clothes.”
That’s all Jongin says before getting out of the car and opening the trunk. Kyungsoo only lets himself calm down for 5 seconds before doing as he’s told, sighing as the slightly heavy wig is finally off his head. However, it’s always harder getting the clothes off after their walks. He’s already needy and his fingers won’t stay still. But Jongin is always considerate, choosing women’s clothes that would be pleasurable but easy to remove. He’s shimmied out of them when Jongin returns. There’s a pause when Jongin looks at him and he knows that his naked body has Jongin’s cock straining underneath the jeans and trench coat. He’s handed a shirt 2 sizes larger than him and loose jogging pants. Jongin closes the door.
The clothes are put on at the same pace as his other set of clothes had been taken off. He wears the slip on shoes Jongin left at the driver’s seat. When he looks decent enough, he gets out of the car and walks to Jongin at the other side with his phone on hand. The trench coat had been removed from Jongin’s body and hands place it upon his shoulders. Jongin looks at him and he knows he’s supposed to wear it and hide the ropes that are peaking out of the shirt. So he does, putting his phone inside one of the pockets. Jongin holds his hand when he’s finished and they walk together to the elevator. The distant sound of the car locks clicking in place rings in the silent garage.
Jongin doesn’t mind the cold air trying to cling onto him after taking off his coat. It helps him calm down. And he’d rather endure it than have people see Kyungsoo without the cover. Besides, his navy blue jumper is thick enough. The elevator arrives and they step in, Jongin pressing the number 9 before the door closes. He looks Kyungsoo in the eye through their reflections on the shiny metal door.
“Once we get to our unit, head straight to the bedroom. Just stand at the foot of the bed.”
“Yes, master.” Kyungsoo wants to kiss Jongin fervently, have Jongin take him right in that elevator, just from hearing him speak. This experience today has surely aroused him faster and further. He refrains himself however. It wouldn’t be good to act out of line while everything is still in play. He will keep his desires unsated until the time Jongin deems for him to have them satisfied. Being denied for a period of time always makes his orgasms feel excruciatingly glorious. Jongin never fails to take him to heights and depths he hadn’t known.
By the time the elevator stops, Kyungsoo feels extremely warm under the clothes he’s wearing. Jongin had been looking at his reflection the whole time with a look in those eyes that promised salacious physical gratification. He had admitted this time and again and he will continue to do so. Jongin’s eyes, the way they burn with lustful pledges as they devour him from head to toe, are what he loves the most. They are Jongin’s best asset. As they walk across the hallway, he remembers a time when Jongin had him hard and had denied him orgasm for an entire week. By the end of it, Jongin only had to look at his naked body sprawled all over their bed, to stare at his cock, and he had cum. He hadn’t felt humiliated. He felt thrilled - to have gone on for that long and to let Jongin see just how much he desires his lover.
The sound a door being opened pulls Kyungsoo’s mind back to the present. Jongin watches the other scurry over to their bedroom, shoes haphazardly removed in front of their shoe cabinet. What had gone through Kyungsoo’s mind while they walked, he doesn’t know. But it must have been one of their many sexual adventures to have made Kyungsoo moan unconsciously. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, lock automatically in place, before following his alluring lover in long confident strides. When he gets inside, Kyungsoo is waiting diligently. He moves to their closet and opens the lowest drawer.
“Take your clothes off.” Jongin commands as he takes out two bundles of rope, lube, and a vibrator. He turns around in time to see Kyungsoo already only in the large shirt. His lips twitch as even that is quickly removed. Eyes that seem to be begging him catch his own and he walks over to the other. The ropes, lube, and vibrator are placed on the bed. He stands in front of Kyungsoo afterward. Tension rises and he helps himself to inviting lips, savoring them. His hands tug and slide over the ropes adorning Kyungsoo’s body while hands card through his hair in a grip that reminds him of how sexually frustrated his lover is. He feasts upon the carnal noises leaving succulent lips. He touches Kyungsoo’s dick in upward strokes as Kyungsoo sucks on his tongue zealously.
They part, Jongin pushing Kyungsoo away. The latter swallows down the whine bubbling up his throat. Out of breath, Kyungsoo is turned around. He feels fingers trace down his back and he shivers in delight. They disappear and only after a moment does he realize that Jongin is removing the ropes. Hands fleetingly graze his skin as the ropes leave him, arms wind around him to unwind the ropes then go back repeatedly until they’re at his neck. Then as the ropes are pulled away, the knot on his anus rubs teasingly. He moans as it disappears to be replaced by a quick touch of fingers. But even that disappears as he is turned around, the knot around his cock untied slowly. Jongin’s eyes are fixated upon his cock all the while and he couldn’t help but cum as soon as the rope is gone. His hands find purchase on Jongin’s shoulders to keep him standing. He looks up blearily at Jongin and speaks in a quivering voice caused by the highs of orgasm.
“I’m sorry, master. I’ll accept your punishment.”
“I’ll look over this once.” Jongin leans down to kiss Kyungsoo briefly. “You were such a good boy today so consider this as a reward.”
The grip on Jongin’s shoulders tighten as Kyungsoo is overwhelmed with elation. It isn’t often Jongin decides to overlook such misgivings. He smiles brightly. “Thank you, master.”
“Now stay still.” Jongin removes Kyungsoo’s hands from his shoulders and places the used rope on a chair. He’ll get to that later. As for now, he has a lover to tie up once again. He grabs the two ropes and looks over at Kyungsoo. “Get on the bed and on your knees.”
Kyungsoo turns around and crawls up to the middle of the bed, kneeling. His cum is starting to dry on his abdomen and chest but he doesn’t mind. He waits for Jongin who tells him to put his arms forward. His hands are soon tied up. A ryō tekubi kinbaku (2). He knows it’ll be tied later to the headboard. He bites his lips in anticipation. The second bundle of rope is wound around his waist to make a lark’s head knot. Then Jongin makes an overhand knot just above his cock. He puzzles over this. Usually, Jongin would tie it around his cock just like the previous pattern. He doesn’t voice out his question, believing in Jongin. The rope is brought in between his butt cheeks and another overhand knot is made above his anus this time. He realizes Jongin is doing the kōmon kinbaku (3) and not the matanawa kinbaku (4). He clenches his fists as images run through his mind. He barely registers Jongin tying the rope and bringing the ends to his front again and threading them through the vertical lines before bringing them back and threading them under the knot above his anus.
“Face the headboard.”
The ends of the rope slide against the bed as Kyungsoo moves. Jongin takes the tied up hands and hooks them up to the headboard. He places a hand on Kyungsoo’s back and immediately Kyungsoo bends to make sure his ass is high up in the air. The loose ends of the kōmon kinbaku are tied to each side of the bed to give him a perfect view of Kyungsoo’s asshole. He could also see the way Kyungsoo’s cock is slowly starting to harden. He takes the lube and smears a decent amount on three of his fingers. He smirks as Kyungsoo’s asshole is now clenching in what could only be expectation. Kyungsoo sighs as he smears lube on it, taking his time and just letting his fingers slide up and down, left and right, round and round. He stop after a while just to listen to Kyungsoo breathing raggedly. His index and middle finger abruptly enter the quivering hole, enjoying the muscles tightening around them.
“Master!” Kyungsoo cries out, head thrown back. Every slow draw back and thrust in has him shivering. The deliberate slowness is agonizing but so incredibly good. Jongin knows just how to rile him up, occasionally spreading his anus. Pressing here and there just near his prostate but never quite touching it. He clenches around the fingers, wanting to feel more. And more comes in the form of a third finger pushing its way in. Then he gets into a rollercoaster of desire as Jongin alternates from a slow, sensual pace to a fast, urgent pace. The tie on his wrists get tugged repeatedly as he dives further down into a sea of witless passion. He takes huge gulps of air like a strangled man when Jongin pulls away. It’s a short reprieve when a slicked up vibrator enters him. It goes in and out a few times that has him crying out again before it’s plunged all the way in, coaxing a moan out of him because it’s right at his prostate.
“Stay just like this.”
It takes a while before Kyungsoo could properly say the words “Yes, master.”
Jongin runs his fingers over pulled ass cheeks and sweaty thighs. Everything about Kyungsoo is beautiful. He moves away and stands up from the bed, grabbing the vibrator’s remote, to walk over to the chair with the abandoned rope. Pulling the chair over to the space where he’s just right in front of the erotic scene, he sits down and begins to bundle up the rope again for washing. He notes in glee the fact that Kyungsoo is fully erect again. He doesn’t bemoan his own painful erection but he does relieve some tension by opening his jeans and pulling it down slightly to let it out. He takes the remote and presses the first level. The tremors the rack Kyungsoo’s body is something to behold, the way that pale body shakes in pleasure with sweat glistening upon the skin.
Kyungsoo’s lower lip might be plumper after this as he bites down upon it once again when Jongin starts up the vibrator. He could feel the heavy gaze on his ass and that mere fact has him shivering again. Now that Jongin is away from him, the ropes feel like an extension of Jongin’s fingers, hands, and arm that are caressing him, hugging him, gripping him. Each movement of his causes the ropes to rub against his skin and he imagines they’re Jongin’s hands roaming across his body and holding onto his wrists. The vibrator goes faster and faster and he’s moaning without restraint, crying out “master” in an obscene manner. It goes on and on until he’s spilling on the sheets and his knees are halfway to giving up on him. And even then, Jongin doesn’t stop the vibrator, only slowing it down.
His eyes gather tears as the vibrator continues to press upon his prostate, stimulating him. His toes curl and his fingers dig onto his palm. Jongin’s contemplative hum sends his mind careening off the edge because that always indicates that things are going to get dirtier. All he could think of is Jongin and sex and sex with Jongin and how much he really needs these things right now. His breath comes in short gasps of inhales and stuttered exhales. His cock is aching but getting harder again as time passes. His head lolls to the side and he opens his closed eyes to look at the blurry outline of his tied wrists. He’s surprised to have his head turned even more and have lips kissing him fervently. But his surprise doesn’t show on his jellified body, not even on his eyes that close once again. The feel of Jongin’s naked body against his own as he’s thoroughly kissed has him moaning and pushing back against the warmth. That may not have been a good idea because the vibrator is pushed further into him and his legs give out, leaving him lying on his stomach on the dirty bed sheet.
“Look at you. All ruined and still begging for more.” Jongin traces Kyungsoo’s nape down to the other’s back with his lips. He grabs Kyungsoo’s waist and pulls. “Up.”
Kyungsoo does his best to get on his knees again. He’s learned from previous experience that staying lied down on the bed with his hands tied up like this would cut off blood circulation and it’s a pain afterward. Jongin helps steady him, arms wrapping around him in a secure manner. He breathes out, “Thank you, master.”
“Would you like me to fuck you now?” Jongin lets his cock slide between Kyungsoo’s ass, right above the vibrator-filled hole. The groan he’s replied with fuels the burning in his body. “It doesn’t matter. I will anyway.”
The vibrator is pulled out fast and another groan spills out of Kyungsoo’s lips. Jongin takes his time properly lubricating his cock to the sight of Kyungsoo’s clenching asshole. When he’s had Kyungsoo waiting enough, he pushes in the hole in one thrust resulting in Kyungsoo’s head being thrown back again and a satisfied sigh escaping both their lips. He begins with a fast pace that has their bed creaking under them and he has to keep Kyungsoo up by the waist because the other almost fell to the bed again. He takes pride in being the only one able to do this to Kyungsoo, to see lust take over everything, to watch Kyungsoo let go. And then he slows down his thrusts, savoring each in and out, the muscles of Kyungsoo’s insides trying to keep him in.
The word “master” is chanted like a prayer only that rather than a monotonous telling of it, Kyungsoo moans it out breathily. He does every time Jongin slowly enters him, cock deliberately always hitting his prostate. It’s as if Jongin is carefully engraving himself onto Kyungsoo. And Kyungsoo loves it. He loves how Jongin claims him and debauches him. Jongin is all he could think about as he’s continually fucked. Jongin and pleasure. He feels himself trembling in being consumed by both. His body burns when the pace changes again and he’s almost being pushed towards the headboard with each thrust. The overstimulation of his prostate lures him into another orgasm, moaning and trembling.
This time he really has no strength left and Jongin is the only one keeping him up. Tears actually spill from his eyes this time around as Jongin doesn’t stop thrusting. It feels so good. He continues to clench down on Jongin’s cock, doing his best to bring his lover into completion as well, and he’s rewarded with Jongin’s own moans. The hands on his waist are digging onto his skin in a way that he knows would leave marks. Tighter and tighter as time goes by and he knows that Jongin is edging closer. The thrusts become slightly erratic and soon Jongin’s cock is emptying itself in him. The warm cum feels nice and has him groaning in satisfaction. A few more thrusts and Jongin pulls out.
“Stay kneeling until I’ve untied the ropes.”
Kyungsoo does his very best to fulfill that order as Jongin frees his wrists and then getting out of bed to untie the ropes on each side. Jongin does his best to be quick about it as well. He might be feeling a bit lethargic from post-orgasmic bliss but Kyungsoo always comes first. Right now, he makes sure that his lover doesn’t bring injury upon himself. Once he’s finished, he hears the dull thump of Kyungsoo’s body falling. He stops himself from laughing in fondness. Next, he removes the ropes from Kyungsoo’s body. It would have been harder if Kyungsoo hadn’t been cooperative. But as it is, Kyungsoo moves and turns to his instructions with a serene smile. He bundles up the ropes again and gathers all the things on their bed, including the stained bed sheet, placing them in the basket where they put everything from their sexual activities that need cleaning.
When Jongin picks Kyungsoo up and walks them both to the bathroom, Kyungsoo’s smile grows wider. A really kind master. He’s seated on the toilet as Jongin opens the faucet to fill the bath tub. His body is still tingling from post-orgasm and now his heart is fluttering with Jongin’s attentiveness. He doesn’t even care for the cum dripping out of his ass and onto the toilet cover at this point. But Jongin does. His lover kneels before him and grabs some tissues. He pulls his feet to his body and spreads his legs. Jongin smiles at him before proceeding to clean him. If he weren’t absolutely tired from three continuous orgasms, he might have gotten hard again with the way Jongin’s fingers are moving. Jongin eventually finishes and he sighs in relief. The faucet is turned off and he’s lifted once again before placed gingerly into the bath tub. Jongin soon follows him inside.
“How are you, Kyungsoo?” Jongin whispers and Kyungsoo leans back to his chest with a hum.
“Great. I feel great. You’re great, Jongin.” Kyungsoo turns his head around to kiss Jongin and they enjoy it for a long time, languidly tasting each other with slow licks of tongues. They pull away with wide smiles and Jongin threads their fingers together. He rests his head on Jongin’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jongin kisses a rosy cheek before nuzzling it with his own. “I actually bought you that book you’ve been wanting to have.”
“Really?” So that’s what the paper bag was all about. “Thank you.”
“Will you cook me chicken for dinner in exchange?”
Kyungsoo laughs heartily before giving Jongin a peck on the lips. “Anything you say, Jongin.”
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Author’s Notes: 5k+ worth of porn! *confetti* I’m supposed to be studying for GRE and TOEFL right now or even rewriting Tadhana and brainstorming for abnormals!AU. But meh. I wanted to give myself a gift. I feel sorry I debauched Ed Sheeran’s lyrics. Hahaha! “Put your faith in my stomach” means “place your trust in my instincts”. His play with words is excellent. So below is the list of terms I used. Feel free to google what they look like. Hehehe. And yeah. Have a good day everyone!
1 karada kinbaku - body bondage (literally “body” and “to bind tightly”)
2 ryō tekubi kinbaku - wrists bondage
3 kōmon kinbaku - anus bondage
4 matanawa kinbaku - groin rope bondage