Himchan to Yongguk
Title: Himchan to Yongguk
Word Count: 4,916
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Bang Yongguk is a 17 year old pervert with an s&m fetish who cares more about porn than his school work. When his mother gets his childhood friend Himchan to agree to hide Yongguk's dirty toys away, neither of them preempt that Himchan may develop a desire not only them, but for Yongguk too. BangHim.
A/N- This fic is based on a manga called Nana to Kaoru. To be honest, this is mostly shameless smut, but it was a fun fic to write and as BDSM relationships are an area I'm interested in, I hope I can do one justice as this fic develops!
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Prologue
The room is silent save for the sound of trembling breathing and soft little gasps, choked and muffled from behind a gag.
It makes Himchan's ears burn with shame knowing he's the one making these noises. He can only imagine what he looks like right now; the ball gag in his mouth, its straps digging into his cheeks and the back of his head, lips cherry red and slick with the saliva. He can't speak, he's nothing but a drooling mess on the carpet, bent down on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air, wrists tightly bound before him.
It's intoxicating.
Yongguk is watching him, eyes roaming every inch of his body. He isn't moving, only standing there and staring, running his gaze over the exposed skin of his thighs up to the leather clad curve of his ass. He smirks a little and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking around Himchan in a slow circle like some kind of judge observing a prize dog on display.
"Goddamn" Yongguk says lowly, his voice a deep baritone. He comes to a halt and kneels down behind Himchan, his warm breath beating against the bare skin at the backs of his quivering legs. It's humiliating, degrading. It feels so good "You're so dirty, Himchan. Showing me your ass like a bitch in heat"
He dips one finger into the dimple on his back and Himchan's eyes blow wide open, jutting his hips like he's been electrocuted. The sensation of cool skin touching his heated, sensitive body is too much and tears prickle in his eyes.
"Mm-mmph!"
A dark, depraved part of him craves more, wants those smooth, deft hands all over him, marking him, unravelling him. Himchan groans from behind the gag and arches into his touch, like a doll on the end of his puppeteer's string.
Yongguk lets out a low chuckle "God, you're more desperate than I thought, reacting like that when I've only touched your back. Do you want more? Should I stick my fingers a little lower?"
A shiver races down Himchan's spine and he lets out a soft moan at the thought, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he shakes his head. He's not sure how much longer he can last like this; bound and gagged in Yongguk's room, naked except for the tight leather panties and corset moulded to his torso like a second skin, relinquished of all control and vulnerable beneath Yongguk's fingertips.
Guilt washes over him from how much this treatment excites him.
"You lying little slut, how can you try denying it when you're pressing this round ass of yours up in my face. You want me to finger fuck you until you can't see straight anymore, right?"
Himchan tries to protest but his voice is stifled by the ball gag and all he can do is cry out incoherently, feeling his face flush a deeper red as drool slips down past his chin, staining the carpet. He can't hold back the whine that leaves his lips when Yongguk draws his touch away and his hips buck against his will at the loss contact, begging for more. It's as if he's burning, blistering hot, the heat pooling in his crotch driving clouding his mind and sending him wild.
All he knows is Yongguk.
"Easy, girl" He says with a breathy chuckle as Himchan chokes out a sob of frustration, raising a hand to smack his ass almost affectionately. "What was that? Do you want me to touch you there?"
"Mmph!" Himchan's cheeks sting from the swat on his rear and his skin tingles, his whole body seeming to cry out for more, well beyond his control. He pounds his bound wrists against the floor and parts his legs a little, trying to tempt Yongguk into touching him again. It's so lewd but Himchan is past caring about that. He wants those fingers on him, those lips degrading him, taking him apart, commanding him.
"You love this, don't you?" Yongguk's voice is in his ear now, climbing atop him as if prepared to mount him right then and there. His teeth bite down on the sensitive skin of Himchan's lobe and a cry wracks through him "You love being treated like the dirty bitch only I know you are"
Himchan can't help himself now, past the point of no return. "Mm...mmph" He groans around the gag, rubbing his ass against Yongguk's thigh with wanton abandon and spreading his thighs further apart, stars flickering before his eyes.
"Geez, you want it so bad your practically humping me, Himchan. You're just so needy" Yongguk grins into the sweat slick skin of his neck and Himchan wants to scream because their bodies are so close, Yongguk hovering teasingly just centimetres above him and the heat is driving him insane. He feels as if he's on fire, his entire being throbbing, close to bursting
"Do you want to come?"
Himchan twists his neck around to meet Yongguk's gaze at last, pleading at him with his eyes, desperately grinding himself against the carpet in search of friction until Yongguk roughly grabs his hips to restrain him. Shit, it hurts. Tears run down his cheeks and his stomach flips when he sees Yongguk's face; the sharp curve of his smirk and the desire in his eyes, glittering with amusement, taunting him.
"Come then" Yongguk whispers in a soft command, one finger sliding down his spine and slipping between his ass cheeks, resting right at the tip of his clothed hole and circling it almost gently before pressing in "Come for me, Himchan"
Himchan's teeth bite down hard on his gag and he screams as a dry orgasm rips through his body, spilling himself inside his latex constraints. His limbs ache as he collapses in a boneless heap beneath Yongguk, legs open and his cheek pressed against the carpet in his own saliva.
"Good boy"
Chapter 1
"Yongguk, we need to talk about your porn addiction"
Bang Yongguk nearly fell over from where he was currently hopping up and down on one foot whilst trying to shove a shoe on the other, wobbling precariously for a moment before coming to an awkward standstill.
"What?" He asked in a small, rough voice, praying he'd heard wrong.
He hadn't "Your addiction has gone out of control, Yongguk. Your entire allowance is being spent on buying that...dirty material"
He swallowed, slowly tying his shoelace as he mulled over his next words carefully. His brain had never been much for working early in the morning though and in all honesty, his corner wasn't an easy one to defend.
Yongguk was seventeen years old and, like most boys his age, a complete, unadulterated pervert. He wasn't ashamed of it either; it wasn't some secret, shady desire of his, just another hobby. Like art, or stamp collecting. Only his collection consisted more of box sets of hentai and a subscription to Whips and Chainz weekly.
Porn at the end of the day was just another creative medium, he reasoned, full of the most natural, primal human needs. It should be celebrated, in his opinion, not scorned. The porn industry was full of actors dedicated to their profession, some of them even had really strong plot lines, and the magazines had some really interesting articles.
"I only like it for its artistic merits" He tried, shooting his Mother a weak grin as he backed up towards the door, picking up his school bag as he went.
She met him stony faced "Yongnam says you didn't even study last night, that you told him you couldn't be bothered because you were too busy watching...filth"
Damn it, Yongguk was going to kill his twin. Yongnam was always ratting him out "Right well, I respect your opinion but I really don't want to be late for school so I better get going, Ma..." He quickly shot out his hand to grasp the handle and open the door, turning to leave and wincing when a surprisingly strong grip clamped onto his hand.
"Yongguk, wait, I'm not finished with you-"
"Himchan!" Yongguk said, sensing a distraction and mentally thanking his next door neighbour for once, waving like a maniac as Himchan stared at him from behind his front gate, confusion blossoming on his features. He wasn't used to being greeted by Yongguk with anything more than a customary grunt of good morning.
"Ah, Himchan is such a nice boy, Yongguk. It's such a shame you two never spend any time together nowadays" His Mother sighed, eyeing him like it was all his fault they grew apart over time and had nothing in common anymore. That made him frown, but he was glad that the porn topic had been successfully deflected "His Mother is always talking about his high grades and how well he plays the jjangu, did you know he's already set on what university he wants to go to? Why don't you have any ambitions like that?"
"I do, you just don't approve of them," Yongguk muttered, grabbing his cap and pulling it roughly over his head. "See you later"
"What's with the scary face?" Himchan asked when he reached him, cocking his head to one side as Yongguk shut the gate with a little more force than what was really necessary. He raised his eyebrows when Yongguk shrugged off his question with a roughly muttered 'nothing' but didn't question him any further
Kim Himchan was his next door neighbour and class mate, as well as being head of the student council, a genius when it came to playing musical instruments, chairman of their school's secret Santa committee and stupidly handsome on top of all that.
It wasn't much wonder that Yongguk's mother put him on such a pedestal.
Just the idea of all that commitment made Yongguk's head hurt; where would he fit in the time to bake with Jiho and Kyung, jack off whilst watching Babes in Busan together and read books on nineteenth century paintings amongst that busy schedule? (Which incidentally was exactly what he planned on doing once he got back from school that day, more or less in that order)
He thought about reversing their schedules, but somehow he couldn't picture Himchan in his shoes. He watched him out the corner of his eye, noting his styled dark hair and neat and ironed uniform. It wasn't easy trying to imagine him slumped in his computer chair and lazily rubbing one out to hentai. And besides, Himchan was definitely a softcore-come-vanilla kinda guy. He'd probably faint if he got hold of the tentacle porn Yongguk torrented last night.
"Is Yongnam not walking today?"
Yongguk flinched a little guiltily as his habit of assessing the porn preferences of those around him was interrupted (he definitely did it more than was really acceptable) feeling his face darken at the mention of his twin "He decided to go for a swim before school this morning"
"What, is he crazy?" Himchan said incredulously, stopping dead in his tracks for a moment. Yongguk felt a smirk tug on his lips as Himchan hurried to catch up with him. It was good to know they were still on the same wavelength sometimes.
"Yongnam is a special case, I think he took all the athletic genes" Yongguk yawned, stretching as if the mere thought of waking up at 6am to do laps around the pool tired him out and crossing his arms behind his neck as they walked.
Himchan made a small noise of amusement but didn't say anything more.
There was silence save for the sound of trainers slapping on concrete and that was strange in itself; usually their walks to school consisted of Himchan nattering on about something mainly irrelevant and Yongguk nodding along and only half-listening to him, but he could sense there was something off today.
"Really though, he's lucky to have so much energy" Himchan said eventually, a thoughtful look glazing over his eyes "Your brother should share some of his drive with us"
Yongguk let out a snort before he could stop himself, casting the other a disbelieving stare "Himchan, you're the most driven person I know"
"Not really" Himchan shot him a quick glance and looked away again, nibbling on his lower lip. Now that really was odd. Usually Himchan was nothing but bright smiles and animated chatter, always bubbly and positive despite having to get up early for school. It kind of annoyed Yongguk most of the time actually (he was mostly grumpy and tired and definitely not a morning person by comparison) but seeing Himchan like this didn't sit right with him somehow.
"Is something up?" Yongguk asked nonchalantly, not sure why he cared so much. It wasn't like they were even that friendly nowadays.
Himchan let out a forced laugh, waving his hand about as if to bat all of his concerns away "No, what, why would anything be wrong? I'm totally fine!" He babbled quickly. His wide smile wavered under Yongguk's deadpan gaze and he let out a soft sigh, shoulders heavily deflating "Alright, don't give me that look. I'm just not looking forward to our career's advice meetings today"
Ah shit, Yongguk had forgotten about that. He shrugged, doubting he'd get much life changing advice today. He already knew what his ideal career was and it was in a direction that no parent or teacher would ever approve of him taking, so what was the point in even going? He might just skip it "Why are you worried? Everyone knows you're a musical whizz, you'll get in wherever you want"
Himchan didn't look at all convinced, his eyebrows knitting together to form a soft frown. It was then that Yongguk noticed the purple bags smudged beneath his eyes, a clear symptom of someone who had stayed up well past their bedtime the night before; he had them himself (though Yongguk supposed Himchan had been dedicating himself to school related work through the night rather than staying up practicing Yongguk's more...self indulgent pastimes on the Internet).
"You shouldn't study so hard, I heard if you stay up late reading textbooks your brain cells start to deteriorate," Yongguk said casually.
"That's not true" Himchan said with a light scoff.
"Yeah it is, it totally happened to me last week" Yongguk insisted, shooting him a sidelong grin "That's why I've been taking it easy ever since"
He felt himself smile a little more genuinely when he heard Himchan laugh, turning to see the boy biting down on his lower lip to hide it "You're way too laidback, Yongguk" He complained, sounding more like himself.
"I can afford to be, Yongnam might be good at football but you know I got all the Bang genius genes, right?" Somehow Yongguk found he was sharing their laughter now, watching as Himchan's eyes curved into crescent moons, their schoolbags banging together companionably as they walked. "Seriously though, get a hobby or something. You shouldn't work yourself too hard or you'll get sick"
Himchan fell quiet again, and although Yongguk had turned away he swore he could feel those earnest dark eyes staring at him.
He felt a blush prickle across his cheeks "What?"
"Oh no, it's nothing, just..." -A mischievous grin lit up Himchan's face- "You sounded really caring just then."
"Sh-shut up, don't be an idiot" Yongguk grumbled, knocking his hips against Himchan's and sending the other boy stumbling sidelong onto the road, snickering as he went.
"You're not as scary as everyone makes you out to be" Himchan grinned breezily once he caught up to him, and Yongguk noted with conflicted emotions that he was looking and sounding for all the world just like his usual irritating self again.
He made a low noise of disapproval in the back of his throat, tugging down on his cap awkwardly "Yeah, I know. Don't go around telling people though or I'll have to beat you up"
"Ah, don't be mean" Himchan's lips pressed together in a ridiculous pout and Yongguk was briefly overcome by the urge to hit him. "You know, we need to start hanging out again, isn't this like old times?"
Yongguk was about to reply, maybe to agree or roll his eyes and make a fuss but still consent anyway, when he caught sight of a couple of their classmates at the end of the street, one of them calling for Himchan "Ah, you know what, I think I'll head the other way"
"Wha- hey, Yongguk, walk with me!" He'd already hopped off the curb and was halfway across the road when he heard Himchan yell "You really annoy me, Bang Yongguk!"
"Good luck with your meeting, Kim Himchan!" Yongguk shouted back, holding two fingers up in a peace sign as he retreated. It was only after he was a good distance away that he realised he was still wearing a stupidly large grin on his face.
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"Maybe you shouldn't set your standards so high"
Himchan flopped down on his bed, thinking back to what his teacher had spoken to him about that afternoon. Although he had promised not to overwork himself and to definitely consider her advice, her words only echoed in his mind like a painful ache.
She didn't understand that Himchan didn't want to settle for any lesser universities, that he wanted to make that scholarship for the most prestigious musical arts school in Korea. Gently put as it had been, hearing her suggest he set his sights on other schools was like having all the insecurities he internalised regarding his abilities laid out on a plate before him.
Usually when Himchan was plagued with any troubles he didn't hesitate to voice his concerns, often loudly and to anyone who would listen, but this was different. These weren't some superficial issues he could vent about on social networking sites, this was his life, and he'd never been one for letting anyone in on his worries.
"Please don't work yourself so hard"
He had to though. There were no other options. Even if it was mentally wearing him down, he couldn't let anyone know. His parents were so proud of him these days, always embarrassing him by boasting about his school work to their friends, it hurt his chest to think of the look on their faces if they found out he was a fake who had to chug coffee hourly in order not to fall asleep or pass out. His friends were all good people too but he didn't want to bother them with his own insignificant problems; they were all too caught up in their own lives. They'd probably think it was just Himchan whining again anyway.
"Seriously though, get a hobby or something. You shouldn't work yourself too hard or you'll get sick"
Himchan felt a smile faintly curve along his lips. The only good part of his day had been joking around with Yongguk that morning, messing about and teasing one another like they had when they were kids.
A laugh escaped his lips and his cheeks heated up the more he thought of Yongguk, his eyes sliding over guiltily to the pair of brown bags innocently sitting in one corner of his room. Who would have thought that his neighbour was, in the words of his own mother, an incurable porn addict?
As if Himchan didn't have enough to think about, earlier Yongguk's Mother had stopped him just as he was going into his house and all but pressed the bags into his hands, telling him in hushed tones that she needed a place to stash all of Yongguk's dirty collection of pornography as a punishment. Himchan had accepted it unthinkingly, not sure what to make of the way she had patted his cheeks and told him she knew he was strong enough to not be corrupted.
Although it was true that Himchan had never been very adventurous when it came to porn. Truthfully he'd been a bit weary of looking it up after what had happened a few years ago, when he had wandered into some very unsafe sites and almost killed his laptop from all the viruses it had been attacked by. Mostly he got off to his own imagination and various youtube approved softcore.
No, normally he didn't take an avid interest in porn, but that didn't change the fact that the bags were sitting right there. Himchan eyed them wearily before looking away quickly, tapping his fingers on his belly. He shouldn't look. They were Yongguk's private belongings. It was none of his business whether there were magazines or DVDs or...or handcuffs or whatever in there.
He stared up at the ceiling and listened to the ticking of his clock. Blinked. Fidgeted with the material of his shirt.
The bags were right there.
He was just going to take a quick look, he decided firmly. As the one storing it, it only made sense for him to know exactly what was in there, right? Right. For all he knew, Yongguk was so kinky he could be keeping something living in there. Himchan swallowed a little thickly as he got to his feet, cautiously approaching the offending material with the gait of man heading towards a bomb.
His parents were still working, they wouldn't be home until late into the night. His sister had moved out to attend university. It wasn't like anyone was around to catch him. He tried to rationalise the situation as he knelt down by the bags, a tight sense of anticipation bundled in his chest as his hands dipped down into one. He felt the glossy cover of a magazine and pulled out something named TaBoo, leafing through a couple of pages curiously as his eyes grew wide and wider until he slammed it shut, scandalised.
Trepidation building in his stomach, morbid curiosity propelled him onwards as he unearthed a neatly stacked collection of DVDs, some live action and others animated. He lifted one up and squinted at the box art, frowning. Was that...a tentacle?
He was about to stop, deciding that all this wasn't actually worth the mental scarring, when his fingers brushed against the cool, sleek material of what had to be an outfit and a shiver ran through his body.
I shouldn't be doing this.
Somehow, the thought excited him. His heart thud as he drew the outfit out, lips falling open in awe as he realised what it was. He felt his skin flush and he whipped his head around quickly, as if expecting someone to jump out of his closet and exclaim that he'd been caught on candid camera.
He was met only by silence. He was all alone.
He stared down at the black latex one-piece for what felt like hours.
Himchan didn't know what possessed him to do it. To begin to slowly strip down of his school clothes, licking his lips a little nervously as his tie dropped to the floor, shirt and pants following suit. He held the one-piece against his body and regarded his reflection in the mirror. Sure he lacked a little in the chest department and was a but too full between his legs for it to truly be catered towards his body, but the size seemed ideal. It wasn't as if he'd ever worn something like this before but if he was just to experiment, no one would ever have to know. He highly doubted Yongguk had ever convinced someone to wear it for him. It might as well get some use.
He tried to justify his crazy behaviour in his head as he slipped his boxers over his ankles and stood naked in the middle of his room, laughing a little shakily at how surreal the situation was. There was a slight tremble in his fingers as he slowly stepped into the one piece, the cool latex sliding up his thighs and sending a shudder through him as he pulled it up to his waist. The thong dug uncomfortably into his ass, his cheeks fully exposed and his cock pressed tight inside the panties. His breath hitched as he kept going, moving on autopilot as if all other thoughts had left his mind, focused intently on pulling the clingy latex up over his torso and gasping as his nipples hardened against the leather. He was breathing heavily by the time he was slipping the straps over his shoulders and reaching round to pull the zip up at his back.
Himchan stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do with himself, scared to look at his own reflection (and that was a problem he rarely had). He had never felt so exposed before, not even when naked. This was on a different, more intimate level, and somehow so much more exciting.
He braced himself and turned to look in the mirror.
His breath stuck in his throat when he caught sight of himself. He was a vision of black and white, the dark underwear cutting into his pale body, tight and clingy and molding against his figure like it was painted on. It was a perfect fit. His cheeks were stained with colour as he moved to observe his profile, a jolt rushing through his veins as he saw the bare curve of his ass. Had it always looked so round?
Slowly, he lifted his hands and smoothed them over the cool latex, turning this way and that, bending down to admire himself at different angles, stretching out his legs and posing. He was hit by a sudden, startling urge take a picture.
No! He couldn't have any evidence of what he'd been up to, if anyone else ever saw him dressed in this it would be humiliating. Still.
He felt...different, in the one piece. He was no longer Kim Himchan, stressed student who only had time to study. He was Kim Himchan, dark and sexy, sensual even, like one of those femme fetales from a movie. A groan escaped his lips and he felt the material at his crotch strain.
Himchan blinked, straightening up a little sheepishly from where he'd been bent over and marvelling at the round swell of his ass, lifting his hands away from sliding up his thighs. This was insane. He wasn't actually getting an erection from his own reflection, was he?
He glanced down, ran his fingers experimentally over the bulge in the underwear. Oh he definitely was. A rather painful one too. He began rubbing himself through the material, still watching himself in the mirror, part of him not quite believing it was him. He'd never felt quite like this before; wanton, unraveled, his body hot and aching to be touched.
Usually when he touched himself he bit his lip to keep his moans down, but now he was alone he let go with abandon, tossing his head back and parting his lips to cry out as he searched for the curve of his cock pressed up against the leather panties, bucking his hips into his hand.
He groped at his chest a little roughly, finding his nipple with his spare hand and tweaking it. He looked up from between his bangs, watching this alien Kim Himchan as his own fingers roamed his flushed body, kneeling on the floor with his thighs parted wide to show his straining erection, sweat clinging to his pink, pink cheeks. His cock twitched and Himchan knew he was going to come soon just from this if he wasn't careful, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the costume. With that in mind he reached around to unzip the back, preparing to expose his heated body back to the cool air and slip out of the panties whilst he was still (mostly) in control.
A sheet of cold ice cut through his body, extinguishing the fires flaring in his stomach in one fluid motion. He tugged at the zipper once, twice, the cool confidence he'd adopted earlier melting away until he was regular, useless Himchan again, trapped in a slutty outfit with a zipper he couldn't pull down and still painfully hard.
"It's fine" He tried to tell himself, whispering it like a prayer, face screwing up as he gave the zipper another pull. It wasn't budging. Panic blossomed through his mind like an alarm bell ringing and he tried to strip the sleeves but they were too tight, pressing into his skin. Horror dawned on his face as he realised there was no way of getting it off by himself. Even if his parents or sister were home he wouldn't be able to ask them for help, just the thought of doing so was enough to make his toes curl. He couldn't call any of his friends over; even if he could trust them not to tell anyone, how could he even begin to explain how this had happened?
Himchan's eyes widened in realisation, and he remembered exactly how it had happened. His gaze crept over to the bags sitting so inconspicuously there in the centre of his room. Noone would ever guess by glance that they were filled to the brim with kinky BDSM accessories. If only he hadn't been so damned nosey.
Himchan wrapped his arms around his body protectively and got to his feet, inhaling a shaking breath as he readied himself for humiliation.
He knew who he had to call.
Word Count: 4,916
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Bang Yongguk is a 17 year old pervert with an s&m fetish who cares more about porn than his school work. When his mother gets his childhood friend Himchan to agree to hide Yongguk's dirty toys away, neither of them preempt that Himchan may develop a desire not only them, but for Yongguk too. BangHim.
A/N- This fic is based on a manga called Nana to Kaoru. To be honest, this is mostly shameless smut, but it was a fun fic to write and as BDSM relationships are an area I'm interested in, I hope I can do one justice as this fic develops!
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Prologue
The room is silent save for the sound of trembling breathing and soft little gasps, choked and muffled from behind a gag.
It makes Himchan's ears burn with shame knowing he's the one making these noises. He can only imagine what he looks like right now; the ball gag in his mouth, its straps digging into his cheeks and the back of his head, lips cherry red and slick with the saliva. He can't speak, he's nothing but a drooling mess on the carpet, bent down on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air, wrists tightly bound before him.
It's intoxicating.
Yongguk is watching him, eyes roaming every inch of his body. He isn't moving, only standing there and staring, running his gaze over the exposed skin of his thighs up to the leather clad curve of his ass. He smirks a little and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking around Himchan in a slow circle like some kind of judge observing a prize dog on display.
"Goddamn" Yongguk says lowly, his voice a deep baritone. He comes to a halt and kneels down behind Himchan, his warm breath beating against the bare skin at the backs of his quivering legs. It's humiliating, degrading. It feels so good "You're so dirty, Himchan. Showing me your ass like a bitch in heat"
He dips one finger into the dimple on his back and Himchan's eyes blow wide open, jutting his hips like he's been electrocuted. The sensation of cool skin touching his heated, sensitive body is too much and tears prickle in his eyes.
"Mm-mmph!"
A dark, depraved part of him craves more, wants those smooth, deft hands all over him, marking him, unravelling him. Himchan groans from behind the gag and arches into his touch, like a doll on the end of his puppeteer's string.
Yongguk lets out a low chuckle "God, you're more desperate than I thought, reacting like that when I've only touched your back. Do you want more? Should I stick my fingers a little lower?"
A shiver races down Himchan's spine and he lets out a soft moan at the thought, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he shakes his head. He's not sure how much longer he can last like this; bound and gagged in Yongguk's room, naked except for the tight leather panties and corset moulded to his torso like a second skin, relinquished of all control and vulnerable beneath Yongguk's fingertips.
Guilt washes over him from how much this treatment excites him.
"You lying little slut, how can you try denying it when you're pressing this round ass of yours up in my face. You want me to finger fuck you until you can't see straight anymore, right?"
Himchan tries to protest but his voice is stifled by the ball gag and all he can do is cry out incoherently, feeling his face flush a deeper red as drool slips down past his chin, staining the carpet. He can't hold back the whine that leaves his lips when Yongguk draws his touch away and his hips buck against his will at the loss contact, begging for more. It's as if he's burning, blistering hot, the heat pooling in his crotch driving clouding his mind and sending him wild.
All he knows is Yongguk.
"Easy, girl" He says with a breathy chuckle as Himchan chokes out a sob of frustration, raising a hand to smack his ass almost affectionately. "What was that? Do you want me to touch you there?"
"Mmph!" Himchan's cheeks sting from the swat on his rear and his skin tingles, his whole body seeming to cry out for more, well beyond his control. He pounds his bound wrists against the floor and parts his legs a little, trying to tempt Yongguk into touching him again. It's so lewd but Himchan is past caring about that. He wants those fingers on him, those lips degrading him, taking him apart, commanding him.
"You love this, don't you?" Yongguk's voice is in his ear now, climbing atop him as if prepared to mount him right then and there. His teeth bite down on the sensitive skin of Himchan's lobe and a cry wracks through him "You love being treated like the dirty bitch only I know you are"
Himchan can't help himself now, past the point of no return. "Mm...mmph" He groans around the gag, rubbing his ass against Yongguk's thigh with wanton abandon and spreading his thighs further apart, stars flickering before his eyes.
"Geez, you want it so bad your practically humping me, Himchan. You're just so needy" Yongguk grins into the sweat slick skin of his neck and Himchan wants to scream because their bodies are so close, Yongguk hovering teasingly just centimetres above him and the heat is driving him insane. He feels as if he's on fire, his entire being throbbing, close to bursting
"Do you want to come?"
Himchan twists his neck around to meet Yongguk's gaze at last, pleading at him with his eyes, desperately grinding himself against the carpet in search of friction until Yongguk roughly grabs his hips to restrain him. Shit, it hurts. Tears run down his cheeks and his stomach flips when he sees Yongguk's face; the sharp curve of his smirk and the desire in his eyes, glittering with amusement, taunting him.
"Come then" Yongguk whispers in a soft command, one finger sliding down his spine and slipping between his ass cheeks, resting right at the tip of his clothed hole and circling it almost gently before pressing in "Come for me, Himchan"
Himchan's teeth bite down hard on his gag and he screams as a dry orgasm rips through his body, spilling himself inside his latex constraints. His limbs ache as he collapses in a boneless heap beneath Yongguk, legs open and his cheek pressed against the carpet in his own saliva.
"Good boy"
Chapter 1
"Yongguk, we need to talk about your porn addiction"
Bang Yongguk nearly fell over from where he was currently hopping up and down on one foot whilst trying to shove a shoe on the other, wobbling precariously for a moment before coming to an awkward standstill.
"What?" He asked in a small, rough voice, praying he'd heard wrong.
He hadn't "Your addiction has gone out of control, Yongguk. Your entire allowance is being spent on buying that...dirty material"
He swallowed, slowly tying his shoelace as he mulled over his next words carefully. His brain had never been much for working early in the morning though and in all honesty, his corner wasn't an easy one to defend.
Yongguk was seventeen years old and, like most boys his age, a complete, unadulterated pervert. He wasn't ashamed of it either; it wasn't some secret, shady desire of his, just another hobby. Like art, or stamp collecting. Only his collection consisted more of box sets of hentai and a subscription to Whips and Chainz weekly.
Porn at the end of the day was just another creative medium, he reasoned, full of the most natural, primal human needs. It should be celebrated, in his opinion, not scorned. The porn industry was full of actors dedicated to their profession, some of them even had really strong plot lines, and the magazines had some really interesting articles.
"I only like it for its artistic merits" He tried, shooting his Mother a weak grin as he backed up towards the door, picking up his school bag as he went.
She met him stony faced "Yongnam says you didn't even study last night, that you told him you couldn't be bothered because you were too busy watching...filth"
Damn it, Yongguk was going to kill his twin. Yongnam was always ratting him out "Right well, I respect your opinion but I really don't want to be late for school so I better get going, Ma..." He quickly shot out his hand to grasp the handle and open the door, turning to leave and wincing when a surprisingly strong grip clamped onto his hand.
"Yongguk, wait, I'm not finished with you-"
"Himchan!" Yongguk said, sensing a distraction and mentally thanking his next door neighbour for once, waving like a maniac as Himchan stared at him from behind his front gate, confusion blossoming on his features. He wasn't used to being greeted by Yongguk with anything more than a customary grunt of good morning.
"Ah, Himchan is such a nice boy, Yongguk. It's such a shame you two never spend any time together nowadays" His Mother sighed, eyeing him like it was all his fault they grew apart over time and had nothing in common anymore. That made him frown, but he was glad that the porn topic had been successfully deflected "His Mother is always talking about his high grades and how well he plays the jjangu, did you know he's already set on what university he wants to go to? Why don't you have any ambitions like that?"
"I do, you just don't approve of them," Yongguk muttered, grabbing his cap and pulling it roughly over his head. "See you later"
"What's with the scary face?" Himchan asked when he reached him, cocking his head to one side as Yongguk shut the gate with a little more force than what was really necessary. He raised his eyebrows when Yongguk shrugged off his question with a roughly muttered 'nothing' but didn't question him any further
Kim Himchan was his next door neighbour and class mate, as well as being head of the student council, a genius when it came to playing musical instruments, chairman of their school's secret Santa committee and stupidly handsome on top of all that.
It wasn't much wonder that Yongguk's mother put him on such a pedestal.
Just the idea of all that commitment made Yongguk's head hurt; where would he fit in the time to bake with Jiho and Kyung, jack off whilst watching Babes in Busan together and read books on nineteenth century paintings amongst that busy schedule? (Which incidentally was exactly what he planned on doing once he got back from school that day, more or less in that order)
He thought about reversing their schedules, but somehow he couldn't picture Himchan in his shoes. He watched him out the corner of his eye, noting his styled dark hair and neat and ironed uniform. It wasn't easy trying to imagine him slumped in his computer chair and lazily rubbing one out to hentai. And besides, Himchan was definitely a softcore-come-vanilla kinda guy. He'd probably faint if he got hold of the tentacle porn Yongguk torrented last night.
"Is Yongnam not walking today?"
Yongguk flinched a little guiltily as his habit of assessing the porn preferences of those around him was interrupted (he definitely did it more than was really acceptable) feeling his face darken at the mention of his twin "He decided to go for a swim before school this morning"
"What, is he crazy?" Himchan said incredulously, stopping dead in his tracks for a moment. Yongguk felt a smirk tug on his lips as Himchan hurried to catch up with him. It was good to know they were still on the same wavelength sometimes.
"Yongnam is a special case, I think he took all the athletic genes" Yongguk yawned, stretching as if the mere thought of waking up at 6am to do laps around the pool tired him out and crossing his arms behind his neck as they walked.
Himchan made a small noise of amusement but didn't say anything more.
There was silence save for the sound of trainers slapping on concrete and that was strange in itself; usually their walks to school consisted of Himchan nattering on about something mainly irrelevant and Yongguk nodding along and only half-listening to him, but he could sense there was something off today.
"Really though, he's lucky to have so much energy" Himchan said eventually, a thoughtful look glazing over his eyes "Your brother should share some of his drive with us"
Yongguk let out a snort before he could stop himself, casting the other a disbelieving stare "Himchan, you're the most driven person I know"
"Not really" Himchan shot him a quick glance and looked away again, nibbling on his lower lip. Now that really was odd. Usually Himchan was nothing but bright smiles and animated chatter, always bubbly and positive despite having to get up early for school. It kind of annoyed Yongguk most of the time actually (he was mostly grumpy and tired and definitely not a morning person by comparison) but seeing Himchan like this didn't sit right with him somehow.
"Is something up?" Yongguk asked nonchalantly, not sure why he cared so much. It wasn't like they were even that friendly nowadays.
Himchan let out a forced laugh, waving his hand about as if to bat all of his concerns away "No, what, why would anything be wrong? I'm totally fine!" He babbled quickly. His wide smile wavered under Yongguk's deadpan gaze and he let out a soft sigh, shoulders heavily deflating "Alright, don't give me that look. I'm just not looking forward to our career's advice meetings today"
Ah shit, Yongguk had forgotten about that. He shrugged, doubting he'd get much life changing advice today. He already knew what his ideal career was and it was in a direction that no parent or teacher would ever approve of him taking, so what was the point in even going? He might just skip it "Why are you worried? Everyone knows you're a musical whizz, you'll get in wherever you want"
Himchan didn't look at all convinced, his eyebrows knitting together to form a soft frown. It was then that Yongguk noticed the purple bags smudged beneath his eyes, a clear symptom of someone who had stayed up well past their bedtime the night before; he had them himself (though Yongguk supposed Himchan had been dedicating himself to school related work through the night rather than staying up practicing Yongguk's more...self indulgent pastimes on the Internet).
"You shouldn't study so hard, I heard if you stay up late reading textbooks your brain cells start to deteriorate," Yongguk said casually.
"That's not true" Himchan said with a light scoff.
"Yeah it is, it totally happened to me last week" Yongguk insisted, shooting him a sidelong grin "That's why I've been taking it easy ever since"
He felt himself smile a little more genuinely when he heard Himchan laugh, turning to see the boy biting down on his lower lip to hide it "You're way too laidback, Yongguk" He complained, sounding more like himself.
"I can afford to be, Yongnam might be good at football but you know I got all the Bang genius genes, right?" Somehow Yongguk found he was sharing their laughter now, watching as Himchan's eyes curved into crescent moons, their schoolbags banging together companionably as they walked. "Seriously though, get a hobby or something. You shouldn't work yourself too hard or you'll get sick"
Himchan fell quiet again, and although Yongguk had turned away he swore he could feel those earnest dark eyes staring at him.
He felt a blush prickle across his cheeks "What?"
"Oh no, it's nothing, just..." -A mischievous grin lit up Himchan's face- "You sounded really caring just then."
"Sh-shut up, don't be an idiot" Yongguk grumbled, knocking his hips against Himchan's and sending the other boy stumbling sidelong onto the road, snickering as he went.
"You're not as scary as everyone makes you out to be" Himchan grinned breezily once he caught up to him, and Yongguk noted with conflicted emotions that he was looking and sounding for all the world just like his usual irritating self again.
He made a low noise of disapproval in the back of his throat, tugging down on his cap awkwardly "Yeah, I know. Don't go around telling people though or I'll have to beat you up"
"Ah, don't be mean" Himchan's lips pressed together in a ridiculous pout and Yongguk was briefly overcome by the urge to hit him. "You know, we need to start hanging out again, isn't this like old times?"
Yongguk was about to reply, maybe to agree or roll his eyes and make a fuss but still consent anyway, when he caught sight of a couple of their classmates at the end of the street, one of them calling for Himchan "Ah, you know what, I think I'll head the other way"
"Wha- hey, Yongguk, walk with me!" He'd already hopped off the curb and was halfway across the road when he heard Himchan yell "You really annoy me, Bang Yongguk!"
"Good luck with your meeting, Kim Himchan!" Yongguk shouted back, holding two fingers up in a peace sign as he retreated. It was only after he was a good distance away that he realised he was still wearing a stupidly large grin on his face.
--
"Maybe you shouldn't set your standards so high"
Himchan flopped down on his bed, thinking back to what his teacher had spoken to him about that afternoon. Although he had promised not to overwork himself and to definitely consider her advice, her words only echoed in his mind like a painful ache.
She didn't understand that Himchan didn't want to settle for any lesser universities, that he wanted to make that scholarship for the most prestigious musical arts school in Korea. Gently put as it had been, hearing her suggest he set his sights on other schools was like having all the insecurities he internalised regarding his abilities laid out on a plate before him.
Usually when Himchan was plagued with any troubles he didn't hesitate to voice his concerns, often loudly and to anyone who would listen, but this was different. These weren't some superficial issues he could vent about on social networking sites, this was his life, and he'd never been one for letting anyone in on his worries.
"Please don't work yourself so hard"
He had to though. There were no other options. Even if it was mentally wearing him down, he couldn't let anyone know. His parents were so proud of him these days, always embarrassing him by boasting about his school work to their friends, it hurt his chest to think of the look on their faces if they found out he was a fake who had to chug coffee hourly in order not to fall asleep or pass out. His friends were all good people too but he didn't want to bother them with his own insignificant problems; they were all too caught up in their own lives. They'd probably think it was just Himchan whining again anyway.
"Seriously though, get a hobby or something. You shouldn't work yourself too hard or you'll get sick"
Himchan felt a smile faintly curve along his lips. The only good part of his day had been joking around with Yongguk that morning, messing about and teasing one another like they had when they were kids.
A laugh escaped his lips and his cheeks heated up the more he thought of Yongguk, his eyes sliding over guiltily to the pair of brown bags innocently sitting in one corner of his room. Who would have thought that his neighbour was, in the words of his own mother, an incurable porn addict?
As if Himchan didn't have enough to think about, earlier Yongguk's Mother had stopped him just as he was going into his house and all but pressed the bags into his hands, telling him in hushed tones that she needed a place to stash all of Yongguk's dirty collection of pornography as a punishment. Himchan had accepted it unthinkingly, not sure what to make of the way she had patted his cheeks and told him she knew he was strong enough to not be corrupted.
Although it was true that Himchan had never been very adventurous when it came to porn. Truthfully he'd been a bit weary of looking it up after what had happened a few years ago, when he had wandered into some very unsafe sites and almost killed his laptop from all the viruses it had been attacked by. Mostly he got off to his own imagination and various youtube approved softcore.
No, normally he didn't take an avid interest in porn, but that didn't change the fact that the bags were sitting right there. Himchan eyed them wearily before looking away quickly, tapping his fingers on his belly. He shouldn't look. They were Yongguk's private belongings. It was none of his business whether there were magazines or DVDs or...or handcuffs or whatever in there.
He stared up at the ceiling and listened to the ticking of his clock. Blinked. Fidgeted with the material of his shirt.
The bags were right there.
He was just going to take a quick look, he decided firmly. As the one storing it, it only made sense for him to know exactly what was in there, right? Right. For all he knew, Yongguk was so kinky he could be keeping something living in there. Himchan swallowed a little thickly as he got to his feet, cautiously approaching the offending material with the gait of man heading towards a bomb.
His parents were still working, they wouldn't be home until late into the night. His sister had moved out to attend university. It wasn't like anyone was around to catch him. He tried to rationalise the situation as he knelt down by the bags, a tight sense of anticipation bundled in his chest as his hands dipped down into one. He felt the glossy cover of a magazine and pulled out something named TaBoo, leafing through a couple of pages curiously as his eyes grew wide and wider until he slammed it shut, scandalised.
Trepidation building in his stomach, morbid curiosity propelled him onwards as he unearthed a neatly stacked collection of DVDs, some live action and others animated. He lifted one up and squinted at the box art, frowning. Was that...a tentacle?
He was about to stop, deciding that all this wasn't actually worth the mental scarring, when his fingers brushed against the cool, sleek material of what had to be an outfit and a shiver ran through his body.
I shouldn't be doing this.
Somehow, the thought excited him. His heart thud as he drew the outfit out, lips falling open in awe as he realised what it was. He felt his skin flush and he whipped his head around quickly, as if expecting someone to jump out of his closet and exclaim that he'd been caught on candid camera.
He was met only by silence. He was all alone.
He stared down at the black latex one-piece for what felt like hours.
Himchan didn't know what possessed him to do it. To begin to slowly strip down of his school clothes, licking his lips a little nervously as his tie dropped to the floor, shirt and pants following suit. He held the one-piece against his body and regarded his reflection in the mirror. Sure he lacked a little in the chest department and was a but too full between his legs for it to truly be catered towards his body, but the size seemed ideal. It wasn't as if he'd ever worn something like this before but if he was just to experiment, no one would ever have to know. He highly doubted Yongguk had ever convinced someone to wear it for him. It might as well get some use.
He tried to justify his crazy behaviour in his head as he slipped his boxers over his ankles and stood naked in the middle of his room, laughing a little shakily at how surreal the situation was. There was a slight tremble in his fingers as he slowly stepped into the one piece, the cool latex sliding up his thighs and sending a shudder through him as he pulled it up to his waist. The thong dug uncomfortably into his ass, his cheeks fully exposed and his cock pressed tight inside the panties. His breath hitched as he kept going, moving on autopilot as if all other thoughts had left his mind, focused intently on pulling the clingy latex up over his torso and gasping as his nipples hardened against the leather. He was breathing heavily by the time he was slipping the straps over his shoulders and reaching round to pull the zip up at his back.
Himchan stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do with himself, scared to look at his own reflection (and that was a problem he rarely had). He had never felt so exposed before, not even when naked. This was on a different, more intimate level, and somehow so much more exciting.
He braced himself and turned to look in the mirror.
His breath stuck in his throat when he caught sight of himself. He was a vision of black and white, the dark underwear cutting into his pale body, tight and clingy and molding against his figure like it was painted on. It was a perfect fit. His cheeks were stained with colour as he moved to observe his profile, a jolt rushing through his veins as he saw the bare curve of his ass. Had it always looked so round?
Slowly, he lifted his hands and smoothed them over the cool latex, turning this way and that, bending down to admire himself at different angles, stretching out his legs and posing. He was hit by a sudden, startling urge take a picture.
No! He couldn't have any evidence of what he'd been up to, if anyone else ever saw him dressed in this it would be humiliating. Still.
He felt...different, in the one piece. He was no longer Kim Himchan, stressed student who only had time to study. He was Kim Himchan, dark and sexy, sensual even, like one of those femme fetales from a movie. A groan escaped his lips and he felt the material at his crotch strain.
Himchan blinked, straightening up a little sheepishly from where he'd been bent over and marvelling at the round swell of his ass, lifting his hands away from sliding up his thighs. This was insane. He wasn't actually getting an erection from his own reflection, was he?
He glanced down, ran his fingers experimentally over the bulge in the underwear. Oh he definitely was. A rather painful one too. He began rubbing himself through the material, still watching himself in the mirror, part of him not quite believing it was him. He'd never felt quite like this before; wanton, unraveled, his body hot and aching to be touched.
Usually when he touched himself he bit his lip to keep his moans down, but now he was alone he let go with abandon, tossing his head back and parting his lips to cry out as he searched for the curve of his cock pressed up against the leather panties, bucking his hips into his hand.
He groped at his chest a little roughly, finding his nipple with his spare hand and tweaking it. He looked up from between his bangs, watching this alien Kim Himchan as his own fingers roamed his flushed body, kneeling on the floor with his thighs parted wide to show his straining erection, sweat clinging to his pink, pink cheeks. His cock twitched and Himchan knew he was going to come soon just from this if he wasn't careful, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the costume. With that in mind he reached around to unzip the back, preparing to expose his heated body back to the cool air and slip out of the panties whilst he was still (mostly) in control.
A sheet of cold ice cut through his body, extinguishing the fires flaring in his stomach in one fluid motion. He tugged at the zipper once, twice, the cool confidence he'd adopted earlier melting away until he was regular, useless Himchan again, trapped in a slutty outfit with a zipper he couldn't pull down and still painfully hard.
"It's fine" He tried to tell himself, whispering it like a prayer, face screwing up as he gave the zipper another pull. It wasn't budging. Panic blossomed through his mind like an alarm bell ringing and he tried to strip the sleeves but they were too tight, pressing into his skin. Horror dawned on his face as he realised there was no way of getting it off by himself. Even if his parents or sister were home he wouldn't be able to ask them for help, just the thought of doing so was enough to make his toes curl. He couldn't call any of his friends over; even if he could trust them not to tell anyone, how could he even begin to explain how this had happened?
Himchan's eyes widened in realisation, and he remembered exactly how it had happened. His gaze crept over to the bags sitting so inconspicuously there in the centre of his room. Noone would ever guess by glance that they were filled to the brim with kinky BDSM accessories. If only he hadn't been so damned nosey.
Himchan wrapped his arms around his body protectively and got to his feet, inhaling a shaking breath as he readied himself for humiliation.
He knew who he had to call.