Himchan To Yongguk: Part II
Title: Himchan To Yongguk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:BangHim
A/N- Really sorry about the wait, very bad case of mental blockage. I want to keep this story going even if its essentially quite plotless and I have lots planned for the future. I hope this offering is alright ;;
Part II
This was the worst day of Yongguk's life.
Alright, that may have been the teenage dramatics talking, but it was still pretty damn close. He'd come home from school late that day after being kept behind to have a 'talk' with his teacher for getting caught smoking up on the roof with Jiho and Kyung that afternoon (those two and their 'funny cigarettes' had run off on first sight of trouble, leaving him to get a tongue lashing and having to promise profusely that he'd quit straight away) He had seen the way Ms. Son had pocketed his supply, though. Teachers were such jokes.
Naturally when he came in all he could think about was relieving some of his stress the good old fashioned way. His monthly subscription to Whips n Chainz magazine had arrived in the post yesterday and he hadn't gotten around to opening it yet.
That was when he'd discovered his entire stash of porn was gone.
Yongnam found it all hilarious, the fucker. As if he hadn't needed Yongguk to de-virus his laptop after he'd riddled it with Trojans from all the schoolgirl porn he downloaded a few weeks ago. Amateur. Next time his twin had that problem Yongguk would tell him to go fuck himself or failing that, just go tell their mom about it.
Speaking of whom, she didn't seem to understand the weight of what she'd done. She just sat in the kitchen and watched as he tore the house upside down, sipping tea calmly when he fell to his knees before her upon realising she had actually truly disposed of it "I needed to punish you somehow, Yongguk. Smoking, and at school too? I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I have to intervene, clearly you've been corrupted by this filthy-"
"Do you hate me or something?" Yongguk grumbled, reeling. The only positive he could take from this was that all of his indignant rage was going to be channelled into some pretty hardcore song lyrics for his next rap battle.
"I love you" She said, suddenly sincere and motherly and having the nerve to act like she had his best interests at heart "Besides, might I remind you that that...material is illegal? It was either this or send you to therapy"
Yongguk rolled his eyes at how she hissed the last part, as if it was some dirty shameful thing. "I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment"
"I forgive you" His mother said, missing the irony in his voice and patting his cheek affectionately. He smiled back sarcastically "I'm sure you'll look back and thank me for this"
"Don't count on it" He muttered as she left the room, slumping back against the wall. It wasn't like his entire life revolved around porn or anything. He did have friends, it was only that their friendship kind of centred around the whole porn sharing thing. They did other stuff too, like get high and discuss the works of Friedha Kahlo, wax their philosophical analyses' of poetry and listen to Kyung rant in depth over mathematical theory. They'd also write song lyrics and sometimes even perform raps together when they weren't all busy procrastinating. But usually when they hung out it consisted of eating junk food, sparking up a fat one and marathoning dirty videos together.
Yongguk personally couldn't think of a better way to spend his time but his Mother had different ideas.
He sighed and took out his phone, tapping on the screen hurriedly as he informed his friends of his current dilemma.
My mom has flipped! She's pissed at me for not living up to her unrealistically high expectations of how a teenage boy should act and stowed away all my porn in an act of cruel betrayal against my human rights.
He sent the text to Jiho and Kyung, almost instantly getting a reply from both of them.
That fucking sucks man! I just got Horny ho's in Gangnam 4, come to my place later? ㅋㅋㅋ
What!? O_o That ain't right. I'll help you out bro, no homo (; come to Kyung's place at 7.
Yongguk grinned. Now that's what friends were for. He bit into an apple and replied to them both, saying he'd definitely join them in spite of having no material to swap this time, sadface. He knew they'd likely give him some dvds on loan. He would have done the same for them. He was about to slip his phone back in his pocket when it started ringing, eyebrows raising as he saw Himchan's name appear. They didn't call each other much nowadays.
"Hello?"
"Y-Yongguk? Are you home?" Himchan's voice came on the other end. He sounded slightly choked, as if he had something caught in his throat.
Yongguk frowned a little, leaning against the doorframe as he munched around a bite of apple "Yeah, I'm in. Are you sick or something? You sound weird"
There was a pause on the other end "I'm fine! I mean, actually I have a pretty....big problem but um. So you've realised by now that your pornography is gone then?"
Yongguk stood up straighter then "Yeah, what the hell? How do you know about that?"
"Because it's in my room" Himchan was silent for a moment as if holding in his breath "Your mom asked me to store it for you and I agreed but uh, then I thought that's not fair so..."
Himchan was stuttering a bit about something or other that Yongguk truthfully wasn't paying much attention too, all that was registering for him was that his collection was safe and sound and hadn't been dumped in a scrap heap or set on fire or something equally sacrilegious "Okay, awesome, thanks for letting me know" He cut over Himchan's rambling, not thinking too much of it. Himchan liked to talk a lot and rarely, if ever, made much sense. He let his voice dip lower, in case his mother was listening in. He really had to be careful around her now "So, can I come get it or...? Heh. Did you watch any of it?"
"N-no!" Himchan squeaked immediately, voice an octave higher than normal and Yongguk had to chuckle. Of course not. Himchan was definitely vanilla like that "I mean, yeah, come over, the front door's open. I kind of need your help with something but I didn't touch- I didn't watch anything I swear!"
"Alright, I'll be over in a minute" He said, shutting off his phone and shrugging on his jacket, stuffing his feet into his shoes and not bothering to tie his shoelaces in his haste. "I'm going out!"
"Going to go jack off with your gay little friends again, Yonggukkie?" Yongnam asked as he jogged down the stairs, wearing a towel around his neck and a shit-eating grin on his face, evidently fresh from one of his work-out sessions.
Yongguk felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance and launched the apple straight for his brother's crotch, bolting out the door and slamming it shut before he had time to see if he hit his target. Yongnam was bigger and faster than him, so he figured if he hadn't winded him in some way he wouldn't make it to Himchan's house before he was grabbed and publicly wedgied or pantsed in the street. They loved each other, kind of, but that didn't mean they weren't assholes to one another almost all the time.
Yongguk leapt the fence and barrelled straight for Himchan's front door, not bothering to knock as he wrenched it open and entered, grateful for it being unlocked. He twisted the key that had been left in the keyhole and secured the door shut just in case Yongnam had decided to pursue him after all. He was catching his breath and removing his shoes when he heard Himchan call down.
"Yongguk? Is that you?"
He called out his affirmative, rushing for a different reason now as a grin split across his face and he bounded up the stairs towards Himchan's room. His dick was honestly getting a little too excited about getting his stash back and he told himself off, knowing Himchan definitely wouldn't let him watch porn in his room, or would probably freak if he saw his semi hard-on greet him. He grabbed for the handle and frowned when he found it locked. "Oi, Himchan?"
There was the rattle of a lock sliding undone and the door opened so slowly that Yongguk instantly felt that something was off. He didn't know what exactly, but a prickle ran along his arms as Himchan revealed himself, dressed in a white robe and not quite meeting his eyes as he stood aside to let him in.
"So thanks for telling me you had my stuff" Yongguk began a little awkwardly, heading straight passed him and right for the familiar bag on the floor, kneeling down and letting a smile plaster across his face as if he was meeting with old friends "Can you believe my Ma? She doesn't even understand, she just thinks its all filth. I mean, alright, some of it is, but she won't listen when I try to explain that some of it is pretty fucking beautiful. That sex doesn't have to be a dirty thing you, you know?" Yongguk was speaking as he unpacked the bag to make sure everything was in place, borderline gushing as he set down his favourite DVD collection and slid out Whips n Chainz, still in its glossy casing "But she just thinks its warping my brain. I've tried to explain that it's educational, and I really appreciate it from an artistic viewpoint too, it's not like I ever buy low quality products either but she won't listen. Hey, wait a second. Something's miss-"
Yongguk looked up as he heard the lock click shut again, feeling goosebumps raise along his skin as Himchan pressed himself against the door, bangs shadowing his face. He found himself noticing for the first time that Himchan's legs were bare beneath his robe, squeezed together and shaking slightly.
"Did you say you needed my help with something?" Yongguk asked after a beat of silence passed, his voice slightly hoarse. Himchan still refused to meet his gaze, his pale cheeks flushed a dark red and his teeth nervously worrying at his bottom lip.
"I might be...wearing the suit"
"The suit?" Yongguk repeatedly dumbly, his mind sparking a hundred ideas and images like fireworks going off haphazardly in his mind.
"The bondage suit" Himchan hissed the word in a low whisper as if the house was full of people who were craning to overhear him say it. His fingers anxiously worried the tie of his robe in an unconscious fashion that Yongguk was certain he shouldn't find quite so appealing. "I'm kind of stuck in it"
"Oh" Yongguk said after a long moment. His voice sounded funny to his own ears "That suit"
"This is awful" Himchan moaned, sliding a palm over his face and pouting miserably "I know I'm a freak but you don't have to look at me like I'm one, just- can't you pop your eyes back into their sockets and help me out already?"
"Fine" Yongguk frowned at Himchan snapping at him and rolled his eyes "Just drop your robe and lemme s-"
"No!" Himchan blurted out, immediately biting down on his lip after he did so. He looked abashed, arms folded protectively across himself and his fingers curled around his biceps. An embarrassed was blush sprinkled over his cheeks "I mean, I'll just...turn around, yeah, and can you close your eyes- actually, you turn around whilst I untie myself and then I'll just show you my back and lower the robe enough so you can reach the zipper and pull it down...Does that make sense? God, this is humiliating"
A thought occurred to Yongguk then and he crossed his arms, looking down at Himchan "You're humiliated? What about me? I'm the one who had my precious things taken away, shown to you, worn by you..." He trailed off, feeling the back of his neck warm up as Himchan seemed to waver, flecks of guilt seeping into his expression. Pressure him. "Really, I'm the one who should be angry. I got scolded and tormented, told I was disgusting by my own Mother. You know she always told me I should look up to you, as if I could never match up? And look at you now, rifling through my S&M toys, even wearing them. I bet you even thought you were so much better than me too-"
"Shut up!" Yongguk cut off and blinked in surprise as Himchan cut him off vehemently, his eyebrows knitted together. He drew in a heavy breath as he insisted "I've never thought anything like that!"
"Is that so?" Yongguk examined his nails with disinterest, focusing on letting his face appear a mask of nonchalance even though his heart was beating fast. Pressure him. "I guess I'll never know for sure. Really though, I'm upset at what you've done, Himchan. Even agreeing to hide my things in the first place, what kind of friend are you?"
Himchan didn't answer, his lips pressing together and doubt clouding over his dark eyes. Yongguk watched him finger the knot in his robe with more fervour, a certain sense of power growing inside of him. It was working.
"It's pretty low of you to go raking through my things, don't you think? Like a thief raking through a bin-"
"I'm not a thief" Himchan protested, his voice breaking a little. His hands had balled up into determined fists but there was hesitance in his voice, sounding less like he was defending himself and more like he was pleading for Yongguk to believe him. "I'd have put it back, I swear, I just...I don't know, I was curious, okay?...I'm sorry for looking through your things"
"Curious, huh?" Yongguk pretended to mull this over, knowing Himchan was hanging onto the end of his every word. Inside, he felt a burst of victory. He had somehow manipulated Himchan into apologising "...If you're really sorry, why don't you go ahead and make it up to me?"
"What do you want?" Himchan asked, half desperate, half weary.
"Take off the robe" Yongguk swiped his tongue over his lips "I'm curious too"
He felt his stomach flip as he watched Himchan gulp "You want to see?" He curled his fingers into a tight ball and nodded "Fine. But just a quick look"
"That's right"
He let out a choked growl when Himchan hesitated again, clutching the robe to his chest and looking at him with untrusting eyes "You'll definitely unzip me once you see, right?"
"I promise" Yongguk said tightly.
"Don't laugh" Himchan said eventually, his voice a small, quiet thing that was nothing like his usual loud and laughing tones. Yongguk found himself holding his breath, heart rate quickening as he followed the tentative movements of Himchan's fingers, eyes slowly widening as he watched him untie the knot in his robe.
Himchan let out a shuddering exhale and slid the material over his shoulders, letting the white fabric fall from his skin in one fluid motion to pool around his ankles.
"Shit" Yongguk whispered.
Himchan looked like a fantasy character, as if he'd stepped straight out from one of those ecchi manga he read online, all sharp featured and pale and slender in the figure-hugging latex material. He raked his gaze along the expanse of Himchan's bare thighs, up to the tight, black material covering his crotch and sides, eyes lingering at the fishnet material straining across the hard nubs of his nipples.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Himchan snapped, dropping to his knees and shielding his torso with his arms. The threat in his voice didn't hold the same weight it may have if his face hadn't been bright pink. "The...the zipper's stuck"
Himchan mumbled the last part, dipping his head down so Yongguk could barely hear him. Yongguk suppressed a grin "What was that?"
"I can't get the zipper down" Himchan ground out, finally holding his gaze. There was panic shining in his eyes despite the ire in his voice, searching Yongguk's face almost desperately.
"Hmm" Yongguk appeared to consider this for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin as he gave Himchan's body a thorough look up and down, wondering if he'd get hit if he asked the other to turn to the side so he could get a better look at his ass "I can see how this could be problematic for you..."
Himchan's arms shook slightly, and Yongguk wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger or a combination of the two "Can't you just help me?" He hissed, moving his hands to grip at his thighs, looking away again to glare at the floor. Anxiety spread into his voice as he whispered "I have no idea how it ended up this way but I can't get it off. I was so scared, I started wondering who I could turn to, if I'd ever be able to get out of it. If-if anyone else saw me in this, I'd seriously die. I didn't have anyone else, Yongguk" Yongguk felt his mouth go dry "You're the only person I knew I could count on"
Yongguk felt something stirring in his stomach.
"Of course I'll help you, Himchan" Yongguk said, only feeling a little guilty when hopeful eyes rushed to meet his own as he got to his feet "However, I think that can wait a while. I'd really like to see you wearing it for a bit longer"
The colour in Himchan's face seemed to drain and rush back in a matter of seconds, the red blush on his cheeks staining them even darker than before as he gaped at Yongguk uselessly "Are you serious?" He blurted out, jumping upright, seemingly forgetting himself until he caught sight of Yongguk shamelessly looking him over with a sharp smirk and he let out a whine "Stop it! What have I done to make you this angry? Do you hate me that much?"
"I'm not angry" Yongguk said, swallowing. He was anything but angry. Truthfully, he felt dazed. Himchan in latex was doing things to him, sending his head spinning and his jeans tight "You know, your body looks really sexy in that outfit"
"Shut up" Himchan muttered. Red looked good on his fair skin. Yongguk imagined his lips painted a similar shade, rouge on his cheeks, contorting his face in his mind's eye to that of a woman's. Somehow he decided that, here in the present, Himchan looked even better just the way he was "You're making fun of me"
"I'm not" Yongguk said honestly, voice breathy sounding and a little ragged. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to have this reaction to another boy dressed in a latex body suit but somehow, a dark curiosity was warping his mind, convincing him to push his luck, pressure Himchan more whilst he was defenceless "You look good. Don't cover yourself up- how am I supposed to see if you hide yourself with your hands? Remember the deal was to let me see you before I unzip you"
"You can see me" Himchan seemed to find his voice again, gritting the words out from clenched teeth.
Yongguk let out a slow chuckle and shook his head. He hoped the enjoyment he was receiving out of Himchan's evident distress wasn't showing either on his face or down by his crotch "I don't think so, Himchan, not with your hands in the way. All I want is you to model my outfit for me a little longer- this is a rare opportunity, you know? I never thought I'd see someone actually wear it. Can't you do that for me?"
"You're cruel" Himchan was pouting at him, lower lip jutting out. Yongguk was overcome by an urge to bite it and to taste it with his tongue. There was conflict clear on Himchan's face, guilt and defiance warring in his eyes. Pressure him.
"I promise I'm not going to touch you or anything like that" Yongguk said seriously, holding Himchan's gaze "I just want to see. It'll be our secret- I'll definitely unzip you after this"
Himchan watched him uncertainly, the way a fawn may stare at a clump of bushes after hearing a rustle, waiting for signs of an oncoming attack. The metaphor excited a primal part of Yongguk psyche.
"Trust me, okay? I'm your friend"
Himchan didn't look convinced, he didn't even look reassured, but the trust in his eyes was still there and clear for Yongguk to see as he inclined his head in a small nod and inhaled deeply "Okay. I'll do it"
"Good" Yongguk murmured, moving to sit down on the bed and simply observe, "Now lift your arms up"
"You're expression is so perverted right now" Himchan complained, but he did as Yongguk commanded, swallowing thickly as if swallowing down his own pride as he extended his slim arms above his head and posed for him.
Yongguk appreciated the beads of sweat gathering at Himchan's temples, trickling down his cheek to drip off the end of his chin. It was almost like Himchan was standing on a platform and Yongguk had set a fire beneath him, sitting back to watch him burn "Stupid Yongguk. You're annoying"
Yongguk let Himchan's protests fall on deaf ears. He wished he had his camera on hand. He wanted to keep these images burnt into his retinas, a crazy part of him thinking that if he were to go blind tomorrow, he would be glad that Himchan's smooth skin and shiny latex would be the final sight he saw. His expression was beautiful; flushed, angry and vulnerable and all with an undercurrent of hesitance in his dark gaze, as if despite everything, he was still seeking Yongguk's approval. It was driving him crazy.
"Are you-" Yongguk licked his dry lips, trying to remain calm "Are you embarrassed, Himchan?"
"Of course I'm embarrassed!" Himchan whined, his deep voice almost a moan. Yongguk flinched at how that low, almost pleasured sound combined with the sight of Himchan's fidgeting, half-naked body shot straight to his cock, jerking it to life.
Yongguk tried to think unsexy thoughts, keep his bodily urges at bay. He wanted Himchan to see him as cool and under control. It'd be easier to manipulate him that way "Turn around. I want to be able to appreciate all of your...assets"
Yongguk's eyes widened as Himchan slowly turned to show him his back, his gaze zoning in on one precise area. Himchan's ass was quivering.
"Are you hot?" Yongguk asked, getting to his feet slowly so as not to startle Himchan. He approached him calmly, strides controlled, coming up as close as he dared. His breath beat against the strands of hair by Himchan's neck.
"Only because this suit is tight, of course it's hot" Himchan huffed stubbornly, shuddering at their close proximity.Yongguk didn't miss the tremble in his voice. He sounded on edge, like a kettle preparing to reach boiling point; Yongguk wondered if he could make him scream.
"I think you like this, Himchan" Yongguk said quietly, so close that if he were to move an inch forward, his words would be pressing kisses to the shell of Himchan's ear. "Look at your face"
"No" Himchan shook his head almost desperately. His eyes were closed so as to avoid catching his reflection in his mirror. "I don't want to"
Yongguk blew hotly against his skin "Listen to me" It was an order "I want you to see yourself for what you are"
For a moment Yongguk thought he would disobey, finally snap and fight against him. The air was tense as Himchan didn't react, his body still and stiff. Then his eyelashes fluttered, pretty black brushes sweeping against his skin, slowly opening up. His breath caught in his throat.
"That's me?" Himchan whispered, a mixture of shock and awe clouding his expression. His limbs went loose and he almost fell back against Yongguk, who nodded. "Oh my God"
Himchan looked fucked up and shameless in the mirror. His expression was nothing short of lewd, desire burning like dark coals in his eyes. His lips were parted and slick from running his tongue over them, his cheeks red hot as he breathed in shallowly, as if his chest was tight. Himchan's reluctance to view himself was forgotten; he stared at his figure and raised a shaking hand to touch at the flushed skin by his neck, moving a finger to run down his cheek as if to check this was all real.
Yongguk was not unaware of how he himself looked, either. He was pressed almost possessively to Himchan's back now, leaning over him like a predator. His own face was heated and he was leering, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
"You like this, Himchan. You like me looking at you, don't you?" Yongguk breathed. He was pushing him, he could feel it as acutely as if his words were a physical force but still Himchan seemed at loss to fight back, his legs quavering like they were fit to buckle.
"No" He said weakly, cringing. Yongguk thought he must have realised how unconvincing he sounded to both their ears.
It was almost mind blowing to Yongguk to think that Himchan was the one bending to his will when he was the one so intimidated by Himchan; he looked unreal, delicious, and the effect he was having on Yongguk was making it difficult to keep his body under control. Yongguk was imagining tying him down, wrapping his wrists in cuffs or coiling him in chains, having that flushed and sensual body restrained and squirming beneath his power, unable to defy him...His dick gave a violent twitch at the thought.
Yongguk wondered, as he held his gaze in the mirror, if Himchan could see what Yongguk was thinking. If he knew Yongguk was stripping him in his mind, if he could see that he was caressing his body with his eyes, touching him through his gaze. He wanted to see more, wanted to direct him into spreading his legs apart, wanted to see Himchan's face as he moaned and if his perfectly shaped lips would form an 'o' if he tweaked at his nipples.
Would Himchan like that? Maybe he wanted Yongguk to do that. Yeah. Why would he have tried the outfit on in the first place if he wasn't into that kind of thing? Maybe it had all been a set up. He wanted Yongguk to find him in this state, luring him into his house under the guise of it all being an accident and in his mind, Himchan had planned his seduction and was begging for Yongguk to come over and feel him-
No. Himchan wouldn't like that, a small but stern voice in the back of Yongguk's mind reminded him, this wasn't some porno situation. This was Himchan, and it was obvious that his discomfort was real, even if there was some sort of untapped lust simmering behind his eyes.
But Yongguk wanted to touch. So badly. It was as if every little movement, the way Himchan nibbled at his lips, how he exposed his neck when he turned to hide his expression, was geared towards seducing Yongguk. His hand was itching, wavering inches from the small of Himchan's back. It would be so easy to press into the soft, supple flesh of his thighs, to squeeze the curve of his ass, dig his fingers into those perfect round, flushed cheeks that hugged the thong like two ripe peaches.
Himchan had his eyes closed now, like he couldn't bear to watch. Yongguk was the one with the upper hand: only he could unzip him, save him. Hypothetically, if he were to reach out to grope him, what could Himchan really do about it? He may never get this chance again. He had noone else to turn to. Yongguk inhaled deeply to clear his mind. No, he couldn't do that. He'd made a bargain, the deal was only to look, not to touch. If he broke that promise...
Himchan moved slightly to grip at his elbows and Yongguk's eyes wandered, longingly charting the movements of his svelte figure before he shook his head firmly, curling his fingers into a tight fist.
He'd made a promise...
Himchan's expression was pained as he hugged himself, as if he were bracing himself for something. He thinks I'm going to do it. He knows I want to touch him.
He might never get this chance again.
He knew in the deep pits of mind, through the mist of arousal, that his reasoning was illogical. He knew it wasn't right. But Yongguk was running on adrenaline, lost in the moment, his heart thudding. He couldn't restrain himself. This was his last chance.
His nail scraped featherlight against the curve of Himchan's ass cheek and he froze, brain going blank at the direct contact at last. He held his breath. Himchan didn't seem to react at first. Just the nail. Yongguk slid it up in a quick swipe, barely a brush, back down again. Himchan's body was beginning to tremble. He grew bolder, pressing the pad of his finger into the round cheek and watching as it jiggled ever so slightly. The shape was amazing, his skin so soft and smooth, Yongguk wanted to feel it all but he had to hold back. It was exciting in its sheer insanity.
Why wasn't Himchan resisting? Was he simply allowing Yongguk to take advantage of him, all the whilst cursing him in his head, or was he too feeling the same way Yongguk was? Was his skin tingling, itching and on fire, a dizzying sense of relief pleasuring his mind?
Yongguk began to caress his ass, three fingers massaging a circle into the tender flesh. He could hear Himchan's breath quicken. He grew braver still, prodding and pinching, not daring to speak. Himchan was panting now, faltering little gasps that sent goosebumps along Yongguk's spine.
Yongguk felt confidence well up inside of him. He was the maestro conducting his orchestra and Himchan was entirely under the mercy of his ministrations. A flick of his fingers sent him shuddering, his breath quickening as they geared up for the big finale.
There were beads of sweat trickling down Himchan's thighs, a thin sheen of moisture sparkling on his skin. Yongguk thought that this was almost -no, it definitely was- the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Screw porn. Screw anime. Himchan was here and he was real and Yongguk felt as if he could devour him whole.
It pleased him to know that Himchan was definitely turned on too. Yongguk could tell by his reflection in the mirror, Himchan was all pink cheeked and open mouthed, practically wanton. Yongguk could see he was aroused. The tight swell at the front of the panties was evidence of that. It gave Yongguk a certain smug pride to know that it was him who could get that reaction out of Himchan, leaving him all wound up and flushed with need just from getting his ass played with.
He cupped a full cheek with his hand before rearing back, quick as a blink, to lightly smack it. He watched as his ass twitched, as if begging for more, and who was Yongguk to deny that? He smirked as he spanked Himchan again, a carnal pleasure coursing through his veins as he felt Himchan squirm, heard his breaths become choppy as he rubbed his palm on the reddening area, as if smoothing on cream.
Yongguk's heart was in his throat and his dick was rock hard by the time Himchan began to respond at last, panting softly as he started rolling back into his touch. Oh fuck, that was hot.
"You little pervert" Yongguk whispered wonderingly as Himchan only watched him from the mirror, eyes lidded and dark and dilated as his hips bucked, looking like he was lost in another universe. Yongguk felt close to coming from the sight alone.
Himchan's ass looked so pink and full and felt amazing beneath his fingertips, Yongguk was fascinated by it; he felt as if he could spend hours studying the swell of Kim Himchan's ass, like it was a classic painting and he was an observer in a museum. Maybe he could draw it; he'd have to get the exact feel though, of course, and the texture right, maybe even taste it...Yongguk licked his lips excitedly at the thought as Himchan continued to press his butt back into him, fingers curling into the firm cheek and squeezing-
"Ahh!"
Yongguk froze.
Himchan's whole body seemed to tense, like a string pulled taught before snapping, his head tipping back as he let out a long, sudden moan, deep and throaty and filling the entire room. It echoed in Yongguk's ears, sent heat pooling to his cock, left his fingers shaking on his quavering skin.
Ahhh!
Damn.
"Oh..."
Himchan's trembling body came to a halt and Yongguk remembered how to breathe again.
Suddenly the air in the room seemed to cool, like the warm mists that had been clouding their heads had slowly dissipated. As Himchan and Yongguk stood there silently in the room it felt as if a cold bucket of water had been dropped upon them.
"Shit-"
Yongguk felt as if he had been rudely awakened from a very pleasant dream and dropped into a nightmare as he stared, mind clearing, in shock at his own hand groping Himchan's ass, like he had no recollection of how it had gotten there.
"You asshole-"
Yongguk sensed what was about to come next but was still too dazed to defend himself as Himchan let out a war cry and roughly slapped his hand away from his butt, spinning around to push Yongguk bodily the floor.
"What the hell?" Yongguk groaned groggily. His head was spinning and he gripped at his temple as the world came back into focus, frowning as he heard Himchan repeating 'no, no, no' like his life was about to end "What the fuck are you doing?"
Himchan was now kneeling on the floor with his face in his hands, looking distraught. For one horrifying moment Yongguk was worried he might actually cry. He sniffed in deeply and peered at Yongguk through his fingers, his voice horribly small "I broke the zipper"
"You did what?"
"I'm sorry!" Words tumbled out of Himchan's mouth at an alarming speed and he began to crawl towards Yongguk, looking both tantalising and terrifying at once. Yongguk held his hands up to shield himself "I panicked! Everything got really- You know! It was too much, I couldn't cope anymore, it felt like it was 100 degrees in here and then you...you did that. I freaked out" His voice dropped to a low, guilty mumble "I didn't think straight, I just tried to wrench it off and then it...broke off in my hand"
He held out his right palm miserably and Yongguk sighed, taking the zip from him and stuffing it in his pocket. He doubted it would be of much use now "You're an idiot"
"Well maybe if you hadn't broken your promise..." Himchan huffed without conviction, sounding too regretful to be accusatory as he picked at his fingernails and avoided Yongguk's gaze. Typical Himchan, Yongguk thought irritably, always doing something stupid and diverting the blame.
"Do you still keep scissors in your cutlery drawer?" Yongguk asked resignedly, getting to his feet and dusting himself off as Himchan nodded his confirmation. "Alright then, stop looking like you've just ran over a puppy and get on the bed. I'll cut you out of there"
"Is this okay?" Himchan asked quietly once Yongguk had returned, twisting around to watch Yongguk over his shoulder. His eyebrows were furrowed softly, guilt washing over his face "This looks expensive..."
"It can't be helped" Yongguk said gruffly "Well it could have, if you hadn't gone and worn it in the first place-" Himchan winced "But its been done now, no use crying over it"
"Sorry" Himchan mumbled again, turning to place his chin down by his chest. Yongguk grunted and tried to ignore the stifled little gasps of breath Himchan let out every time the cool metal of the scissors glided close to his skin, repressing the urge to press the side of the blade against his spine and push for the response of one of those throaty moans again.
Yongguk had to will his hand to stop shaking once he had split all the way down the costume's zipline and he tugged at one of the straps experimentally, watching as it slipped easily over the curve of Himchan's shoulder and the black latex began to curl down to reveal more of his smooth, fair skin.
"I'll- I'll leave you to get changed" He stammered, avoiding Himchan's questioning stare as he dropped the scissors to the floor. Suddenly everything was becoming hot again. It was like the world was caving in on him and he was sure that if he met Himchan's dark eyes, they would suffocate him.
"Yongguk, wait-"
"I have to go" He muttered, allowing his eyes to sweep one last time over a half naked Himchan before he fled through the door, heart racing. He ignored when Himchan called for him, it was a distant echo in the back of his mind, only occurring to him later as he shifted in bed that he had left all of his belongings in Himchan's room.
"Damn it" He groaned, biting his fist to muffle his voice as he jacked himself off guiltily.
When he thought back to running his hands over Himchan's skin he could still feel his fingers tingling.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:BangHim
A/N- Really sorry about the wait, very bad case of mental blockage. I want to keep this story going even if its essentially quite plotless and I have lots planned for the future. I hope this offering is alright ;;
Part II
This was the worst day of Yongguk's life.
Alright, that may have been the teenage dramatics talking, but it was still pretty damn close. He'd come home from school late that day after being kept behind to have a 'talk' with his teacher for getting caught smoking up on the roof with Jiho and Kyung that afternoon (those two and their 'funny cigarettes' had run off on first sight of trouble, leaving him to get a tongue lashing and having to promise profusely that he'd quit straight away) He had seen the way Ms. Son had pocketed his supply, though. Teachers were such jokes.
Naturally when he came in all he could think about was relieving some of his stress the good old fashioned way. His monthly subscription to Whips n Chainz magazine had arrived in the post yesterday and he hadn't gotten around to opening it yet.
That was when he'd discovered his entire stash of porn was gone.
Yongnam found it all hilarious, the fucker. As if he hadn't needed Yongguk to de-virus his laptop after he'd riddled it with Trojans from all the schoolgirl porn he downloaded a few weeks ago. Amateur. Next time his twin had that problem Yongguk would tell him to go fuck himself or failing that, just go tell their mom about it.
Speaking of whom, she didn't seem to understand the weight of what she'd done. She just sat in the kitchen and watched as he tore the house upside down, sipping tea calmly when he fell to his knees before her upon realising she had actually truly disposed of it "I needed to punish you somehow, Yongguk. Smoking, and at school too? I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I have to intervene, clearly you've been corrupted by this filthy-"
"Do you hate me or something?" Yongguk grumbled, reeling. The only positive he could take from this was that all of his indignant rage was going to be channelled into some pretty hardcore song lyrics for his next rap battle.
"I love you" She said, suddenly sincere and motherly and having the nerve to act like she had his best interests at heart "Besides, might I remind you that that...material is illegal? It was either this or send you to therapy"
Yongguk rolled his eyes at how she hissed the last part, as if it was some dirty shameful thing. "I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment"
"I forgive you" His mother said, missing the irony in his voice and patting his cheek affectionately. He smiled back sarcastically "I'm sure you'll look back and thank me for this"
"Don't count on it" He muttered as she left the room, slumping back against the wall. It wasn't like his entire life revolved around porn or anything. He did have friends, it was only that their friendship kind of centred around the whole porn sharing thing. They did other stuff too, like get high and discuss the works of Friedha Kahlo, wax their philosophical analyses' of poetry and listen to Kyung rant in depth over mathematical theory. They'd also write song lyrics and sometimes even perform raps together when they weren't all busy procrastinating. But usually when they hung out it consisted of eating junk food, sparking up a fat one and marathoning dirty videos together.
Yongguk personally couldn't think of a better way to spend his time but his Mother had different ideas.
He sighed and took out his phone, tapping on the screen hurriedly as he informed his friends of his current dilemma.
My mom has flipped! She's pissed at me for not living up to her unrealistically high expectations of how a teenage boy should act and stowed away all my porn in an act of cruel betrayal against my human rights.
He sent the text to Jiho and Kyung, almost instantly getting a reply from both of them.
That fucking sucks man! I just got Horny ho's in Gangnam 4, come to my place later? ㅋㅋㅋ
What!? O_o That ain't right. I'll help you out bro, no homo (; come to Kyung's place at 7.
Yongguk grinned. Now that's what friends were for. He bit into an apple and replied to them both, saying he'd definitely join them in spite of having no material to swap this time, sadface. He knew they'd likely give him some dvds on loan. He would have done the same for them. He was about to slip his phone back in his pocket when it started ringing, eyebrows raising as he saw Himchan's name appear. They didn't call each other much nowadays.
"Hello?"
"Y-Yongguk? Are you home?" Himchan's voice came on the other end. He sounded slightly choked, as if he had something caught in his throat.
Yongguk frowned a little, leaning against the doorframe as he munched around a bite of apple "Yeah, I'm in. Are you sick or something? You sound weird"
There was a pause on the other end "I'm fine! I mean, actually I have a pretty....big problem but um. So you've realised by now that your pornography is gone then?"
Yongguk stood up straighter then "Yeah, what the hell? How do you know about that?"
"Because it's in my room" Himchan was silent for a moment as if holding in his breath "Your mom asked me to store it for you and I agreed but uh, then I thought that's not fair so..."
Himchan was stuttering a bit about something or other that Yongguk truthfully wasn't paying much attention too, all that was registering for him was that his collection was safe and sound and hadn't been dumped in a scrap heap or set on fire or something equally sacrilegious "Okay, awesome, thanks for letting me know" He cut over Himchan's rambling, not thinking too much of it. Himchan liked to talk a lot and rarely, if ever, made much sense. He let his voice dip lower, in case his mother was listening in. He really had to be careful around her now "So, can I come get it or...? Heh. Did you watch any of it?"
"N-no!" Himchan squeaked immediately, voice an octave higher than normal and Yongguk had to chuckle. Of course not. Himchan was definitely vanilla like that "I mean, yeah, come over, the front door's open. I kind of need your help with something but I didn't touch- I didn't watch anything I swear!"
"Alright, I'll be over in a minute" He said, shutting off his phone and shrugging on his jacket, stuffing his feet into his shoes and not bothering to tie his shoelaces in his haste. "I'm going out!"
"Going to go jack off with your gay little friends again, Yonggukkie?" Yongnam asked as he jogged down the stairs, wearing a towel around his neck and a shit-eating grin on his face, evidently fresh from one of his work-out sessions.
Yongguk felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance and launched the apple straight for his brother's crotch, bolting out the door and slamming it shut before he had time to see if he hit his target. Yongnam was bigger and faster than him, so he figured if he hadn't winded him in some way he wouldn't make it to Himchan's house before he was grabbed and publicly wedgied or pantsed in the street. They loved each other, kind of, but that didn't mean they weren't assholes to one another almost all the time.
Yongguk leapt the fence and barrelled straight for Himchan's front door, not bothering to knock as he wrenched it open and entered, grateful for it being unlocked. He twisted the key that had been left in the keyhole and secured the door shut just in case Yongnam had decided to pursue him after all. He was catching his breath and removing his shoes when he heard Himchan call down.
"Yongguk? Is that you?"
He called out his affirmative, rushing for a different reason now as a grin split across his face and he bounded up the stairs towards Himchan's room. His dick was honestly getting a little too excited about getting his stash back and he told himself off, knowing Himchan definitely wouldn't let him watch porn in his room, or would probably freak if he saw his semi hard-on greet him. He grabbed for the handle and frowned when he found it locked. "Oi, Himchan?"
There was the rattle of a lock sliding undone and the door opened so slowly that Yongguk instantly felt that something was off. He didn't know what exactly, but a prickle ran along his arms as Himchan revealed himself, dressed in a white robe and not quite meeting his eyes as he stood aside to let him in.
"So thanks for telling me you had my stuff" Yongguk began a little awkwardly, heading straight passed him and right for the familiar bag on the floor, kneeling down and letting a smile plaster across his face as if he was meeting with old friends "Can you believe my Ma? She doesn't even understand, she just thinks its all filth. I mean, alright, some of it is, but she won't listen when I try to explain that some of it is pretty fucking beautiful. That sex doesn't have to be a dirty thing you, you know?" Yongguk was speaking as he unpacked the bag to make sure everything was in place, borderline gushing as he set down his favourite DVD collection and slid out Whips n Chainz, still in its glossy casing "But she just thinks its warping my brain. I've tried to explain that it's educational, and I really appreciate it from an artistic viewpoint too, it's not like I ever buy low quality products either but she won't listen. Hey, wait a second. Something's miss-"
Yongguk looked up as he heard the lock click shut again, feeling goosebumps raise along his skin as Himchan pressed himself against the door, bangs shadowing his face. He found himself noticing for the first time that Himchan's legs were bare beneath his robe, squeezed together and shaking slightly.
"Did you say you needed my help with something?" Yongguk asked after a beat of silence passed, his voice slightly hoarse. Himchan still refused to meet his gaze, his pale cheeks flushed a dark red and his teeth nervously worrying at his bottom lip.
"I might be...wearing the suit"
"The suit?" Yongguk repeatedly dumbly, his mind sparking a hundred ideas and images like fireworks going off haphazardly in his mind.
"The bondage suit" Himchan hissed the word in a low whisper as if the house was full of people who were craning to overhear him say it. His fingers anxiously worried the tie of his robe in an unconscious fashion that Yongguk was certain he shouldn't find quite so appealing. "I'm kind of stuck in it"
"Oh" Yongguk said after a long moment. His voice sounded funny to his own ears "That suit"
"This is awful" Himchan moaned, sliding a palm over his face and pouting miserably "I know I'm a freak but you don't have to look at me like I'm one, just- can't you pop your eyes back into their sockets and help me out already?"
"Fine" Yongguk frowned at Himchan snapping at him and rolled his eyes "Just drop your robe and lemme s-"
"No!" Himchan blurted out, immediately biting down on his lip after he did so. He looked abashed, arms folded protectively across himself and his fingers curled around his biceps. An embarrassed was blush sprinkled over his cheeks "I mean, I'll just...turn around, yeah, and can you close your eyes- actually, you turn around whilst I untie myself and then I'll just show you my back and lower the robe enough so you can reach the zipper and pull it down...Does that make sense? God, this is humiliating"
A thought occurred to Yongguk then and he crossed his arms, looking down at Himchan "You're humiliated? What about me? I'm the one who had my precious things taken away, shown to you, worn by you..." He trailed off, feeling the back of his neck warm up as Himchan seemed to waver, flecks of guilt seeping into his expression. Pressure him. "Really, I'm the one who should be angry. I got scolded and tormented, told I was disgusting by my own Mother. You know she always told me I should look up to you, as if I could never match up? And look at you now, rifling through my S&M toys, even wearing them. I bet you even thought you were so much better than me too-"
"Shut up!" Yongguk cut off and blinked in surprise as Himchan cut him off vehemently, his eyebrows knitted together. He drew in a heavy breath as he insisted "I've never thought anything like that!"
"Is that so?" Yongguk examined his nails with disinterest, focusing on letting his face appear a mask of nonchalance even though his heart was beating fast. Pressure him. "I guess I'll never know for sure. Really though, I'm upset at what you've done, Himchan. Even agreeing to hide my things in the first place, what kind of friend are you?"
Himchan didn't answer, his lips pressing together and doubt clouding over his dark eyes. Yongguk watched him finger the knot in his robe with more fervour, a certain sense of power growing inside of him. It was working.
"It's pretty low of you to go raking through my things, don't you think? Like a thief raking through a bin-"
"I'm not a thief" Himchan protested, his voice breaking a little. His hands had balled up into determined fists but there was hesitance in his voice, sounding less like he was defending himself and more like he was pleading for Yongguk to believe him. "I'd have put it back, I swear, I just...I don't know, I was curious, okay?...I'm sorry for looking through your things"
"Curious, huh?" Yongguk pretended to mull this over, knowing Himchan was hanging onto the end of his every word. Inside, he felt a burst of victory. He had somehow manipulated Himchan into apologising "...If you're really sorry, why don't you go ahead and make it up to me?"
"What do you want?" Himchan asked, half desperate, half weary.
"Take off the robe" Yongguk swiped his tongue over his lips "I'm curious too"
He felt his stomach flip as he watched Himchan gulp "You want to see?" He curled his fingers into a tight ball and nodded "Fine. But just a quick look"
"That's right"
He let out a choked growl when Himchan hesitated again, clutching the robe to his chest and looking at him with untrusting eyes "You'll definitely unzip me once you see, right?"
"I promise" Yongguk said tightly.
"Don't laugh" Himchan said eventually, his voice a small, quiet thing that was nothing like his usual loud and laughing tones. Yongguk found himself holding his breath, heart rate quickening as he followed the tentative movements of Himchan's fingers, eyes slowly widening as he watched him untie the knot in his robe.
Himchan let out a shuddering exhale and slid the material over his shoulders, letting the white fabric fall from his skin in one fluid motion to pool around his ankles.
"Shit" Yongguk whispered.
Himchan looked like a fantasy character, as if he'd stepped straight out from one of those ecchi manga he read online, all sharp featured and pale and slender in the figure-hugging latex material. He raked his gaze along the expanse of Himchan's bare thighs, up to the tight, black material covering his crotch and sides, eyes lingering at the fishnet material straining across the hard nubs of his nipples.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Himchan snapped, dropping to his knees and shielding his torso with his arms. The threat in his voice didn't hold the same weight it may have if his face hadn't been bright pink. "The...the zipper's stuck"
Himchan mumbled the last part, dipping his head down so Yongguk could barely hear him. Yongguk suppressed a grin "What was that?"
"I can't get the zipper down" Himchan ground out, finally holding his gaze. There was panic shining in his eyes despite the ire in his voice, searching Yongguk's face almost desperately.
"Hmm" Yongguk appeared to consider this for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin as he gave Himchan's body a thorough look up and down, wondering if he'd get hit if he asked the other to turn to the side so he could get a better look at his ass "I can see how this could be problematic for you..."
Himchan's arms shook slightly, and Yongguk wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger or a combination of the two "Can't you just help me?" He hissed, moving his hands to grip at his thighs, looking away again to glare at the floor. Anxiety spread into his voice as he whispered "I have no idea how it ended up this way but I can't get it off. I was so scared, I started wondering who I could turn to, if I'd ever be able to get out of it. If-if anyone else saw me in this, I'd seriously die. I didn't have anyone else, Yongguk" Yongguk felt his mouth go dry "You're the only person I knew I could count on"
Yongguk felt something stirring in his stomach.
"Of course I'll help you, Himchan" Yongguk said, only feeling a little guilty when hopeful eyes rushed to meet his own as he got to his feet "However, I think that can wait a while. I'd really like to see you wearing it for a bit longer"
The colour in Himchan's face seemed to drain and rush back in a matter of seconds, the red blush on his cheeks staining them even darker than before as he gaped at Yongguk uselessly "Are you serious?" He blurted out, jumping upright, seemingly forgetting himself until he caught sight of Yongguk shamelessly looking him over with a sharp smirk and he let out a whine "Stop it! What have I done to make you this angry? Do you hate me that much?"
"I'm not angry" Yongguk said, swallowing. He was anything but angry. Truthfully, he felt dazed. Himchan in latex was doing things to him, sending his head spinning and his jeans tight "You know, your body looks really sexy in that outfit"
"Shut up" Himchan muttered. Red looked good on his fair skin. Yongguk imagined his lips painted a similar shade, rouge on his cheeks, contorting his face in his mind's eye to that of a woman's. Somehow he decided that, here in the present, Himchan looked even better just the way he was "You're making fun of me"
"I'm not" Yongguk said honestly, voice breathy sounding and a little ragged. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to have this reaction to another boy dressed in a latex body suit but somehow, a dark curiosity was warping his mind, convincing him to push his luck, pressure Himchan more whilst he was defenceless "You look good. Don't cover yourself up- how am I supposed to see if you hide yourself with your hands? Remember the deal was to let me see you before I unzip you"
"You can see me" Himchan seemed to find his voice again, gritting the words out from clenched teeth.
Yongguk let out a slow chuckle and shook his head. He hoped the enjoyment he was receiving out of Himchan's evident distress wasn't showing either on his face or down by his crotch "I don't think so, Himchan, not with your hands in the way. All I want is you to model my outfit for me a little longer- this is a rare opportunity, you know? I never thought I'd see someone actually wear it. Can't you do that for me?"
"You're cruel" Himchan was pouting at him, lower lip jutting out. Yongguk was overcome by an urge to bite it and to taste it with his tongue. There was conflict clear on Himchan's face, guilt and defiance warring in his eyes. Pressure him.
"I promise I'm not going to touch you or anything like that" Yongguk said seriously, holding Himchan's gaze "I just want to see. It'll be our secret- I'll definitely unzip you after this"
Himchan watched him uncertainly, the way a fawn may stare at a clump of bushes after hearing a rustle, waiting for signs of an oncoming attack. The metaphor excited a primal part of Yongguk psyche.
"Trust me, okay? I'm your friend"
Himchan didn't look convinced, he didn't even look reassured, but the trust in his eyes was still there and clear for Yongguk to see as he inclined his head in a small nod and inhaled deeply "Okay. I'll do it"
"Good" Yongguk murmured, moving to sit down on the bed and simply observe, "Now lift your arms up"
"You're expression is so perverted right now" Himchan complained, but he did as Yongguk commanded, swallowing thickly as if swallowing down his own pride as he extended his slim arms above his head and posed for him.
Yongguk appreciated the beads of sweat gathering at Himchan's temples, trickling down his cheek to drip off the end of his chin. It was almost like Himchan was standing on a platform and Yongguk had set a fire beneath him, sitting back to watch him burn "Stupid Yongguk. You're annoying"
Yongguk let Himchan's protests fall on deaf ears. He wished he had his camera on hand. He wanted to keep these images burnt into his retinas, a crazy part of him thinking that if he were to go blind tomorrow, he would be glad that Himchan's smooth skin and shiny latex would be the final sight he saw. His expression was beautiful; flushed, angry and vulnerable and all with an undercurrent of hesitance in his dark gaze, as if despite everything, he was still seeking Yongguk's approval. It was driving him crazy.
"Are you-" Yongguk licked his dry lips, trying to remain calm "Are you embarrassed, Himchan?"
"Of course I'm embarrassed!" Himchan whined, his deep voice almost a moan. Yongguk flinched at how that low, almost pleasured sound combined with the sight of Himchan's fidgeting, half-naked body shot straight to his cock, jerking it to life.
Yongguk tried to think unsexy thoughts, keep his bodily urges at bay. He wanted Himchan to see him as cool and under control. It'd be easier to manipulate him that way "Turn around. I want to be able to appreciate all of your...assets"
Yongguk's eyes widened as Himchan slowly turned to show him his back, his gaze zoning in on one precise area. Himchan's ass was quivering.
"Are you hot?" Yongguk asked, getting to his feet slowly so as not to startle Himchan. He approached him calmly, strides controlled, coming up as close as he dared. His breath beat against the strands of hair by Himchan's neck.
"Only because this suit is tight, of course it's hot" Himchan huffed stubbornly, shuddering at their close proximity.Yongguk didn't miss the tremble in his voice. He sounded on edge, like a kettle preparing to reach boiling point; Yongguk wondered if he could make him scream.
"I think you like this, Himchan" Yongguk said quietly, so close that if he were to move an inch forward, his words would be pressing kisses to the shell of Himchan's ear. "Look at your face"
"No" Himchan shook his head almost desperately. His eyes were closed so as to avoid catching his reflection in his mirror. "I don't want to"
Yongguk blew hotly against his skin "Listen to me" It was an order "I want you to see yourself for what you are"
For a moment Yongguk thought he would disobey, finally snap and fight against him. The air was tense as Himchan didn't react, his body still and stiff. Then his eyelashes fluttered, pretty black brushes sweeping against his skin, slowly opening up. His breath caught in his throat.
"That's me?" Himchan whispered, a mixture of shock and awe clouding his expression. His limbs went loose and he almost fell back against Yongguk, who nodded. "Oh my God"
Himchan looked fucked up and shameless in the mirror. His expression was nothing short of lewd, desire burning like dark coals in his eyes. His lips were parted and slick from running his tongue over them, his cheeks red hot as he breathed in shallowly, as if his chest was tight. Himchan's reluctance to view himself was forgotten; he stared at his figure and raised a shaking hand to touch at the flushed skin by his neck, moving a finger to run down his cheek as if to check this was all real.
Yongguk was not unaware of how he himself looked, either. He was pressed almost possessively to Himchan's back now, leaning over him like a predator. His own face was heated and he was leering, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
"You like this, Himchan. You like me looking at you, don't you?" Yongguk breathed. He was pushing him, he could feel it as acutely as if his words were a physical force but still Himchan seemed at loss to fight back, his legs quavering like they were fit to buckle.
"No" He said weakly, cringing. Yongguk thought he must have realised how unconvincing he sounded to both their ears.
It was almost mind blowing to Yongguk to think that Himchan was the one bending to his will when he was the one so intimidated by Himchan; he looked unreal, delicious, and the effect he was having on Yongguk was making it difficult to keep his body under control. Yongguk was imagining tying him down, wrapping his wrists in cuffs or coiling him in chains, having that flushed and sensual body restrained and squirming beneath his power, unable to defy him...His dick gave a violent twitch at the thought.
Yongguk wondered, as he held his gaze in the mirror, if Himchan could see what Yongguk was thinking. If he knew Yongguk was stripping him in his mind, if he could see that he was caressing his body with his eyes, touching him through his gaze. He wanted to see more, wanted to direct him into spreading his legs apart, wanted to see Himchan's face as he moaned and if his perfectly shaped lips would form an 'o' if he tweaked at his nipples.
Would Himchan like that? Maybe he wanted Yongguk to do that. Yeah. Why would he have tried the outfit on in the first place if he wasn't into that kind of thing? Maybe it had all been a set up. He wanted Yongguk to find him in this state, luring him into his house under the guise of it all being an accident and in his mind, Himchan had planned his seduction and was begging for Yongguk to come over and feel him-
No. Himchan wouldn't like that, a small but stern voice in the back of Yongguk's mind reminded him, this wasn't some porno situation. This was Himchan, and it was obvious that his discomfort was real, even if there was some sort of untapped lust simmering behind his eyes.
But Yongguk wanted to touch. So badly. It was as if every little movement, the way Himchan nibbled at his lips, how he exposed his neck when he turned to hide his expression, was geared towards seducing Yongguk. His hand was itching, wavering inches from the small of Himchan's back. It would be so easy to press into the soft, supple flesh of his thighs, to squeeze the curve of his ass, dig his fingers into those perfect round, flushed cheeks that hugged the thong like two ripe peaches.
Himchan had his eyes closed now, like he couldn't bear to watch. Yongguk was the one with the upper hand: only he could unzip him, save him. Hypothetically, if he were to reach out to grope him, what could Himchan really do about it? He may never get this chance again. He had noone else to turn to. Yongguk inhaled deeply to clear his mind. No, he couldn't do that. He'd made a bargain, the deal was only to look, not to touch. If he broke that promise...
Himchan moved slightly to grip at his elbows and Yongguk's eyes wandered, longingly charting the movements of his svelte figure before he shook his head firmly, curling his fingers into a tight fist.
He'd made a promise...
Himchan's expression was pained as he hugged himself, as if he were bracing himself for something. He thinks I'm going to do it. He knows I want to touch him.
He might never get this chance again.
He knew in the deep pits of mind, through the mist of arousal, that his reasoning was illogical. He knew it wasn't right. But Yongguk was running on adrenaline, lost in the moment, his heart thudding. He couldn't restrain himself. This was his last chance.
His nail scraped featherlight against the curve of Himchan's ass cheek and he froze, brain going blank at the direct contact at last. He held his breath. Himchan didn't seem to react at first. Just the nail. Yongguk slid it up in a quick swipe, barely a brush, back down again. Himchan's body was beginning to tremble. He grew bolder, pressing the pad of his finger into the round cheek and watching as it jiggled ever so slightly. The shape was amazing, his skin so soft and smooth, Yongguk wanted to feel it all but he had to hold back. It was exciting in its sheer insanity.
Why wasn't Himchan resisting? Was he simply allowing Yongguk to take advantage of him, all the whilst cursing him in his head, or was he too feeling the same way Yongguk was? Was his skin tingling, itching and on fire, a dizzying sense of relief pleasuring his mind?
Yongguk began to caress his ass, three fingers massaging a circle into the tender flesh. He could hear Himchan's breath quicken. He grew braver still, prodding and pinching, not daring to speak. Himchan was panting now, faltering little gasps that sent goosebumps along Yongguk's spine.
Yongguk felt confidence well up inside of him. He was the maestro conducting his orchestra and Himchan was entirely under the mercy of his ministrations. A flick of his fingers sent him shuddering, his breath quickening as they geared up for the big finale.
There were beads of sweat trickling down Himchan's thighs, a thin sheen of moisture sparkling on his skin. Yongguk thought that this was almost -no, it definitely was- the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Screw porn. Screw anime. Himchan was here and he was real and Yongguk felt as if he could devour him whole.
It pleased him to know that Himchan was definitely turned on too. Yongguk could tell by his reflection in the mirror, Himchan was all pink cheeked and open mouthed, practically wanton. Yongguk could see he was aroused. The tight swell at the front of the panties was evidence of that. It gave Yongguk a certain smug pride to know that it was him who could get that reaction out of Himchan, leaving him all wound up and flushed with need just from getting his ass played with.
He cupped a full cheek with his hand before rearing back, quick as a blink, to lightly smack it. He watched as his ass twitched, as if begging for more, and who was Yongguk to deny that? He smirked as he spanked Himchan again, a carnal pleasure coursing through his veins as he felt Himchan squirm, heard his breaths become choppy as he rubbed his palm on the reddening area, as if smoothing on cream.
Yongguk's heart was in his throat and his dick was rock hard by the time Himchan began to respond at last, panting softly as he started rolling back into his touch. Oh fuck, that was hot.
"You little pervert" Yongguk whispered wonderingly as Himchan only watched him from the mirror, eyes lidded and dark and dilated as his hips bucked, looking like he was lost in another universe. Yongguk felt close to coming from the sight alone.
Himchan's ass looked so pink and full and felt amazing beneath his fingertips, Yongguk was fascinated by it; he felt as if he could spend hours studying the swell of Kim Himchan's ass, like it was a classic painting and he was an observer in a museum. Maybe he could draw it; he'd have to get the exact feel though, of course, and the texture right, maybe even taste it...Yongguk licked his lips excitedly at the thought as Himchan continued to press his butt back into him, fingers curling into the firm cheek and squeezing-
"Ahh!"
Yongguk froze.
Himchan's whole body seemed to tense, like a string pulled taught before snapping, his head tipping back as he let out a long, sudden moan, deep and throaty and filling the entire room. It echoed in Yongguk's ears, sent heat pooling to his cock, left his fingers shaking on his quavering skin.
Ahhh!
Damn.
"Oh..."
Himchan's trembling body came to a halt and Yongguk remembered how to breathe again.
Suddenly the air in the room seemed to cool, like the warm mists that had been clouding their heads had slowly dissipated. As Himchan and Yongguk stood there silently in the room it felt as if a cold bucket of water had been dropped upon them.
"Shit-"
Yongguk felt as if he had been rudely awakened from a very pleasant dream and dropped into a nightmare as he stared, mind clearing, in shock at his own hand groping Himchan's ass, like he had no recollection of how it had gotten there.
"You asshole-"
Yongguk sensed what was about to come next but was still too dazed to defend himself as Himchan let out a war cry and roughly slapped his hand away from his butt, spinning around to push Yongguk bodily the floor.
"What the hell?" Yongguk groaned groggily. His head was spinning and he gripped at his temple as the world came back into focus, frowning as he heard Himchan repeating 'no, no, no' like his life was about to end "What the fuck are you doing?"
Himchan was now kneeling on the floor with his face in his hands, looking distraught. For one horrifying moment Yongguk was worried he might actually cry. He sniffed in deeply and peered at Yongguk through his fingers, his voice horribly small "I broke the zipper"
"You did what?"
"I'm sorry!" Words tumbled out of Himchan's mouth at an alarming speed and he began to crawl towards Yongguk, looking both tantalising and terrifying at once. Yongguk held his hands up to shield himself "I panicked! Everything got really- You know! It was too much, I couldn't cope anymore, it felt like it was 100 degrees in here and then you...you did that. I freaked out" His voice dropped to a low, guilty mumble "I didn't think straight, I just tried to wrench it off and then it...broke off in my hand"
He held out his right palm miserably and Yongguk sighed, taking the zip from him and stuffing it in his pocket. He doubted it would be of much use now "You're an idiot"
"Well maybe if you hadn't broken your promise..." Himchan huffed without conviction, sounding too regretful to be accusatory as he picked at his fingernails and avoided Yongguk's gaze. Typical Himchan, Yongguk thought irritably, always doing something stupid and diverting the blame.
"Do you still keep scissors in your cutlery drawer?" Yongguk asked resignedly, getting to his feet and dusting himself off as Himchan nodded his confirmation. "Alright then, stop looking like you've just ran over a puppy and get on the bed. I'll cut you out of there"
"Is this okay?" Himchan asked quietly once Yongguk had returned, twisting around to watch Yongguk over his shoulder. His eyebrows were furrowed softly, guilt washing over his face "This looks expensive..."
"It can't be helped" Yongguk said gruffly "Well it could have, if you hadn't gone and worn it in the first place-" Himchan winced "But its been done now, no use crying over it"
"Sorry" Himchan mumbled again, turning to place his chin down by his chest. Yongguk grunted and tried to ignore the stifled little gasps of breath Himchan let out every time the cool metal of the scissors glided close to his skin, repressing the urge to press the side of the blade against his spine and push for the response of one of those throaty moans again.
Yongguk had to will his hand to stop shaking once he had split all the way down the costume's zipline and he tugged at one of the straps experimentally, watching as it slipped easily over the curve of Himchan's shoulder and the black latex began to curl down to reveal more of his smooth, fair skin.
"I'll- I'll leave you to get changed" He stammered, avoiding Himchan's questioning stare as he dropped the scissors to the floor. Suddenly everything was becoming hot again. It was like the world was caving in on him and he was sure that if he met Himchan's dark eyes, they would suffocate him.
"Yongguk, wait-"
"I have to go" He muttered, allowing his eyes to sweep one last time over a half naked Himchan before he fled through the door, heart racing. He ignored when Himchan called for him, it was a distant echo in the back of his mind, only occurring to him later as he shifted in bed that he had left all of his belongings in Himchan's room.
"Damn it" He groaned, biting his fist to muffle his voice as he jacked himself off guiltily.
When he thought back to running his hands over Himchan's skin he could still feel his fingers tingling.