Perry/Youngbae kink
Written for the kinkykpop anonymous meme. The prompt was extreme bondage (which I failed at) and oxygen deprivation. I'd been looking for excuses to write breathplay, so there you go. XD;
It shouldn't be considered Wicked Ways canon or anything - I'm just having a bit of fun.
***
Perry's always liked horsing around with his boyfriends. Liked, because he's never had a boyfriend who could wipe the floor with his ass the way Young Bae can after a solid year of nearly living in YG's gym. Now he just fucking loves it.
"I win," Young Bae pants out, straddling him on the bed and holding him down firmly with both hands on his shoulders. Perry can barely remember what it was about - Young Bae called him short or something, and he replied with threats he couldn't make good on, as usual, just to see Young Bae show off.
But it was pretty fucking intense, this time. He's pretty sure he'd be freaking out over the state of his bathroom and bedroom if he wasn't so turned on. His back hit the wall hard enough to bruise at one point, and he banged his foot pretty good on the way to the bed. He managed to hold his own for a while, though - Young Bae's face is shining with sweat as he leans down to kiss him, all smiles and sweetness again.
Perry bites down.
Young Bae breathes in sharply and pulls away, frowning. Perry bucks his hips, trying to push him off, and it takes only a few seconds before Young Bae catches on and grabs onto his wrists. He didn't even have time to do anything useful. He'd be fucked if this was anything but horseplay, and the thought makes his dick even harder.
He struggles against Young Bae's hold until his arm muscles are burning and he has both hands pinned to the mattress. Young Bae shifts his weight, tilts his hips a little, and he's half-hard against his hip as he kisses him again. They're both biting, this time, and Young Bae's fingers tighten around his wrists every time he tries to wrench himself free.
"You like that," he says, somewhere between a statement and a question, then straightens up again, his arms shaking slightly from the effort of holding him down.
"Yeah." He can't catch his fucking breath. He closes his eyes and lets his muscles relax for a moment, trying to get his stomach to stop flip-flopping. "Fuck."
Young Bae lets go of his wrists. When Perry opens his eyes again he's watching him thoughtfully. "... Don't move," he finally says. Perry waits for him to reach for the small bottle on the nightstand before sitting up.
He's down again in about ten seconds, Young Bae's fingers digging painfully into his shoulders. "Don't move," he says again, his voice lower. Perry grinds up against him, unable to stop himself, but that apparently doesn't count, thank fucking Christ.
He's seriously wondering whether he's going to come just from grinding through two pairs of jeans when Young Bae lifts his weight off him. Perry curses and reaches for him and then his wrist is in a tight grip again.
"If you move again I'll hurt you." He says it in Korean, in the same slow, careful tone he always uses around him. Perry nods slightly and lies back again, grabbing a handful of the sheets to try and keep himself still. He's not sure he'll ever be able to hear Young Bae speak Korean again without getting goosebumps.
Young Bae gets off him and undoes his jeans roughly - his shirt was already yanked off a while ago, somewhere between the bathroom door and the desk he banged his foot against. Once he's naked, Young Bae grabs the bottle of lubricant, undoes his own pants and slicks himself up quickly. Perry takes a breath to tell him not to bother preparing him, but he's already kneeling again, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick and the other one pushing Perry's legs apart. They've skipped that part before, when Perry was too drunk and too horny to care. Young Bae remembers, apparently.
The discomfort takes the edge off, somewhat, but then he reaches for Young Bae's hips, gets both his arms pinned to the mattress yet again, and he's right back where he started. He can only writhe as Young Bae thrusts deeper and deeper into him, a bit more careful than Perry would like.
He speeds up after a moment and his oily hand slips - he grabs onto Perry's shoulder instead and doesn't stop him when he reaches down. Perry strokes himself quickly to match Young Bae's pace, until Young Bae's hand slips again, his thumb pressing into his neck, and he has to slow down because if he doesn't it's going to be over too fucking fast.
Young Bae slows down too, repositioning his hand around his neck, that thoughtful look on his face again. He squeezes lightly and Perry already can't breathe from the sheer anticipation. "Do it. Fuck, do it--"
He does. Almost too hard, until Perry's pulse is pounding in his ears and he's struggling against Young Bae again, pulling futilely at his arm even as he keeps jerking himself off. When he finally loosens his hold Perry gasps for breath until he's able to beg for more, too far gone to give a shit what he sounds like.
Young Bae squeezes again, staring into his eyes, and Perry strokes himself faster and faster until everything goes oddly quiet, black spots dancing before his eyes right as his orgasm crashes over him. He can breathe again, suddenly, and he moans with every breath as he shakes from the aftershocks.
Young Bae's laugh seems loud, even over the blood rushing in his ears. "You're crazy," he says, then starts thrusting into him again.
It shouldn't be considered Wicked Ways canon or anything - I'm just having a bit of fun.
***
Perry's always liked horsing around with his boyfriends. Liked, because he's never had a boyfriend who could wipe the floor with his ass the way Young Bae can after a solid year of nearly living in YG's gym. Now he just fucking loves it.
"I win," Young Bae pants out, straddling him on the bed and holding him down firmly with both hands on his shoulders. Perry can barely remember what it was about - Young Bae called him short or something, and he replied with threats he couldn't make good on, as usual, just to see Young Bae show off.
But it was pretty fucking intense, this time. He's pretty sure he'd be freaking out over the state of his bathroom and bedroom if he wasn't so turned on. His back hit the wall hard enough to bruise at one point, and he banged his foot pretty good on the way to the bed. He managed to hold his own for a while, though - Young Bae's face is shining with sweat as he leans down to kiss him, all smiles and sweetness again.
Perry bites down.
Young Bae breathes in sharply and pulls away, frowning. Perry bucks his hips, trying to push him off, and it takes only a few seconds before Young Bae catches on and grabs onto his wrists. He didn't even have time to do anything useful. He'd be fucked if this was anything but horseplay, and the thought makes his dick even harder.
He struggles against Young Bae's hold until his arm muscles are burning and he has both hands pinned to the mattress. Young Bae shifts his weight, tilts his hips a little, and he's half-hard against his hip as he kisses him again. They're both biting, this time, and Young Bae's fingers tighten around his wrists every time he tries to wrench himself free.
"You like that," he says, somewhere between a statement and a question, then straightens up again, his arms shaking slightly from the effort of holding him down.
"Yeah." He can't catch his fucking breath. He closes his eyes and lets his muscles relax for a moment, trying to get his stomach to stop flip-flopping. "Fuck."
Young Bae lets go of his wrists. When Perry opens his eyes again he's watching him thoughtfully. "... Don't move," he finally says. Perry waits for him to reach for the small bottle on the nightstand before sitting up.
He's down again in about ten seconds, Young Bae's fingers digging painfully into his shoulders. "Don't move," he says again, his voice lower. Perry grinds up against him, unable to stop himself, but that apparently doesn't count, thank fucking Christ.
He's seriously wondering whether he's going to come just from grinding through two pairs of jeans when Young Bae lifts his weight off him. Perry curses and reaches for him and then his wrist is in a tight grip again.
"If you move again I'll hurt you." He says it in Korean, in the same slow, careful tone he always uses around him. Perry nods slightly and lies back again, grabbing a handful of the sheets to try and keep himself still. He's not sure he'll ever be able to hear Young Bae speak Korean again without getting goosebumps.
Young Bae gets off him and undoes his jeans roughly - his shirt was already yanked off a while ago, somewhere between the bathroom door and the desk he banged his foot against. Once he's naked, Young Bae grabs the bottle of lubricant, undoes his own pants and slicks himself up quickly. Perry takes a breath to tell him not to bother preparing him, but he's already kneeling again, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick and the other one pushing Perry's legs apart. They've skipped that part before, when Perry was too drunk and too horny to care. Young Bae remembers, apparently.
The discomfort takes the edge off, somewhat, but then he reaches for Young Bae's hips, gets both his arms pinned to the mattress yet again, and he's right back where he started. He can only writhe as Young Bae thrusts deeper and deeper into him, a bit more careful than Perry would like.
He speeds up after a moment and his oily hand slips - he grabs onto Perry's shoulder instead and doesn't stop him when he reaches down. Perry strokes himself quickly to match Young Bae's pace, until Young Bae's hand slips again, his thumb pressing into his neck, and he has to slow down because if he doesn't it's going to be over too fucking fast.
Young Bae slows down too, repositioning his hand around his neck, that thoughtful look on his face again. He squeezes lightly and Perry already can't breathe from the sheer anticipation. "Do it. Fuck, do it--"
He does. Almost too hard, until Perry's pulse is pounding in his ears and he's struggling against Young Bae again, pulling futilely at his arm even as he keeps jerking himself off. When he finally loosens his hold Perry gasps for breath until he's able to beg for more, too far gone to give a shit what he sounds like.
Young Bae squeezes again, staring into his eyes, and Perry strokes himself faster and faster until everything goes oddly quiet, black spots dancing before his eyes right as his orgasm crashes over him. He can breathe again, suddenly, and he moans with every breath as he shakes from the aftershocks.
Young Bae's laugh seems loud, even over the blood rushing in his ears. "You're crazy," he says, then starts thrusting into him again.