R and D
Title: R and D
Chapter: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: TofuHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki has been in an institution as a guinea pig for a long time, and now he's been given two doses of a dangerous drug.
Jinki tugged at the collar of his gown. It was getting hot, unbearably hot. Fire was licking at his skin, starting from somewhere deep inside him and rapidly spreading out. He squatted in a corner, his head buried in his hands. He could feel his eyes start to glaze over and his mouth begin to water.
That rich feeling was coiling in his stomach again making its way directly to his groin.
Crouching back further into the corner, he tried to fight it, tried to deny that rich feeling that was taking over his body. He bit his lower lip rough and then licked it to ease the pain, he had to distract himself. Hands trembling, he stuck them between his knees, pressing them together, to stop it.
Shit, shit, shit. He couldn’t control it; he was powerless against the drugs coursing through his veins. He could barely keep himself in check with one dose, let alone two, which is exactly why they bumped up the dosages. He fidgeted against the sensations; it was everywhere, consuming his very being. It only led to a war, a battle between his mind and body. He threw his head back against the wall in frustration, a solid painful crack causing his eyes to blur and his thoughts to jumble up even more. His heart was beating faster than ever before and he was gasping at its hammering as if his lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen.
Unwillingly, his legs were spreading and abruptly, he sat on his hands to keep them from touching his ungodly throbbing member. He ordered himself not to look at it, his eyes roaming everywhere but his hard searing cock poking through his sheer gown. Though, inevitable he glanced at it. Staring at his reflection, through a haze, in a mirror which he knew to be two ways, he saw his lecherous body, the sight sending a groan spilling from his lips. Damp hair fell in his sensual eyes, his lips were parted in harsh pants, and his chest was heaving as if the room was filled with steam. His ill-disciplined cock peeked from behind his gown daringly, standing erect and begging for attention.
He was a mess, his hot hips humping the air finding nothing but coolness; it made him shiver and slide down the wall till he was on the cool floor, a pleasing contrast to his flaming body. His fingers clawed at the hardwood floor above his head leaving deep scratches as his back arched at an unknown rush of pleasure. His gown clung to his sticky body and it only made him hotter. His mind was swimming, the one coherent thought being to fight. He had to fight against the feral urges that were desperately trying to escape, those primal cravings that needed to be fulfilled.
His sly fingers slid between his creamy thighs, slithering closer and closer to their target and sending slight shudders through his body. His head lolling back, he was going to give up, going to once again succumb to the effects of the drugs.
No!
He flipped over onto his hands and knees, hoping to keep his hands from touching himself. It was too late to realize that this position only made it worse as his slutty hips came down, grinding into the floor. His moaned rocked him and he fell to his arms, his cock rubbing against the slick floor unashamed.
It was so good, so unbelievably and unbearably good. Unadulterated pleasure saturated his body, coursed through his veins, oozed from his pores and devoured his soul. He growled lowly from deep within him, something primitive was being unleashed. His heightened sensitivity, due to the drugs, was intense, almost painfully intense.
His cock assaulted the floor relentlessly, precum gushing from the tip only adding to the slickness, making it easier to gain that glorious friction. A hand crept under his gown, grabbing the hem and yanking it up to toy with his pert nipples. Every cell in his body felt so indescribably amazing, that he felt himself lose it, lose that one part of his sanity he needed. Tossing his head back with a wicked grin, he screamed, his vision going white and his frame shaking violently. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while thick ropes of white semen projected from him, strewing across the floor. His fingernails dug into the floor as he was still keening.
The drug was designed to intensify sex and make orgasms last for a zealous forty-five seconds. He was given two doses. So, for ninety seconds, Jinki was trapped in an infinite electrifying feeling of divine pleasure leaving him blind and numb.
Falling to the floor on his side limply, he whimpered softly, drool pooling from his mouth.
He was motionless, staring blankly through a foggy haze at his tragic and debauched appearance in the mirror. He wanted to curse those sick scientists behind the glass, observing and noting down his every disgusting move, and damn them to hell. However, he was exhausted to the point where he could barely blink and instinct told him it wasn’t nearly over with yet. Biting his lip, he wanted to cry, wanted to crawl into a ditch and die. Jinki had always been a good boy and an excellent guinea pig during the experiments. So what had he done to deserve this? He looked down and whined, his cock was still erect, hard, and insatiable. Helplessness, shame, and sorrow swelled inside him but was immediately pushed back down to the recesses of his heart by the drug, it wouldn’t allow him to feel anything besides its wayward bliss.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and his tormentors pushed in a person. Jinki’s eyes rolled lazily to gaze him.
The man cowered as far away from Jinki as possible. His eyes flickered around frantically looking for an escape. There was none, Jinki wanted to tell him but his mouth wouldn’t move.
“H-hey are you a-alive?” he stuttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Bizarrely, the man’s voice flipped a switch in his head and chuckling, Jinki slowly sat up.
He crawled salaciously towards him with a smirk stretching across his lips, his body aching something fierce before that feeling came back, the coil strengthening with every inch closer he became.
Looking up at him, Jinki chuckled again; they had brought him fresh meat. He could see in his innocent terrified eyes that he was new to the institute, and Jinki had been given the lucky honor of breaking him in. He was given the task of teaching him the ropes, just as someone long ago had taught him, and he was going to teach him well. Professor Jinki, he laughed at his joke; high off the blissful drug.
"What's your name?" Jinki inquired, stroking his leg tenderly.
Cringing away, the man stuttered, "M-Minho...A-and yours?"
"Hmmm...Call me Mr. Jinki" he hummed, fingers dragging along his trembling thighs.
Jinki was rejoicing in his head. They'd brought him a beautiful one. he licked his lips hungrily. The man, rather boy was deliciously handsome, his round deer eyes were hinted with the drug--newbies only received about 3/4 of one regular treacherous dose--his wavy brown hair was slightly damp from his overheated body, his cheeks were already flushed pink. His utter look of confusion was directed at not only the whorish man in front of him but at the strange and unknown libidinous feeling that was coiling within his body.
"No, stop." Minho said weakly.
Jinki's fingers had made their way up under his gown, and taking advantage of the fact the institute didn't believe in wearing underwear, he gently touched Minho's half hard cock.
The boy recoiled away, and panicking he turned on his knees, desperately trying to crawl away. Jinki caught him quick, grabbing his ankle and dragging him back.
"Do. Not. Run." He demanded. Minho whimpered the evident fear making him not want to try running away again.
Jinki hovered over his back, nibbling on his earlobe fondly. His hands slid up Minho’s long legs and squeezed his thighs, and pried them open. Jinki leered; he felt no shame in tainting Minho's virgin body.
"Minho baby, you scared?" Jinki teased slowly pushing up Minho's gown. He reveled in the silk skin, smooth and flawless under his palms. He was giddy with excited expectancy.
He pushed the boy's head down, bringing his plump ass high up in the air. Damn, he was going to enjoy this, Jinki thought. Spreading his cheeks apart, he gave a long languid lick to the crack of his ass. The inexplicable ripple of trembles that ran through Minho's body surprised Minho himself as he scrambled for purchase. He didn't have to. Jinki entwined and locked their fingers together, yanked his arms back, pulling his body with him, specifically his ass, back onto his face. His tongue was vicious, slurping and thrusting incessantly into Minho's puckered cavern.
"Fuck" Jinki panted, coming up for air. His ass was so fucking succulent, so fucking delectable that he could quite literally spend the rest of the day just eating him out.
Minho was a twitching mess, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning; ultimately trying to fight off what Jinki was giving him. Not this time, Jinki thought, he, himself was far too gone to even try and be understanding about the situation. He was going to satisfy his own deep yearnings, and in the process ruin Minho.
"Baby, I need feedback. Is it good?" Jinki questioned, sucking at his balls.
"I-I don't k-know" he said, tossing his head back as he tried to focus his blurry vision.
Suddenly, Jinki flipped Minho onto his back, he held his wrists above his head, and leaned forward saying "Do you want me to stop?" In all seriousness.
Jinki watched attentively at the boy's conflicting thoughts. The mind and body war, they all go through this, and for most it's just a onetime battle but for Jinki it's endless. He would never give up without a fight even if the battle for today was over and he had succumbed. He saw his black dilated orbs reflected in Minho's eyes, saw how wanton his body had become and for a moment wished Minho would say no and plead to be released, (not that it would make a difference he would take him anyway,) but just to know that he wasn't the only one fighting.
"Please, don't stop" Minho whispered, finally surrendering to that rich drug induced feeling.
And with that Jinki obliged. Roughly pushing Minho's legs up to his chest, he seductively eyed his tight hole enjoying the fact that the ring of muscles flexed for him, opening and closing in an almost welcoming gesture.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm here to make you feel real good" Jinki grunted, thrusting in all the way.
Yes! This right here, this accursed yet glorious feeling. Jinki felt as if he'd lived his entire life searching for it, searching just to be buried deep within this man, at this very moment with God and those mentally disturbed scientist as his witnesses.
"Nngh! Mr. Lee!"
Jinki chuckled at the name and the boy's constant stream of high-pitched moans, but more so because the high feeling washing over him was indescribable. His hips were manic, pummeling into Minho at a frightening speed, causing him to slide across the floor only to have Jinki tug him back down to meet his cock.
"Shit, you're so tight, Minho"
Why in the fuck did they have to give him two doses? two painful doses, for as the drug made it feel sublime in his mind, his nerves were too sensitive for his body to truly enjoy it. He thought to slow his pace, to not rip into Minho in such a heartless and agonizing way but he was overtaken by his need for pleasure. Although, Minho didn’t seem to mind, his body quaking, his lips quivering Jinki’s name, and his hands pulling Jinki closer and deeper. Jinki dug his nails into Minho’s hips as beastly growls erupted from his chest, the younger’s ass was clenching down incredibly tight and Jinki knew they were both close.
"Mr. Lee I-I'm, I-I'm..." Minho stammered and soon he was cumming.
A new kind of ecstasy fluxed through his nerves. His teeth gritted painfully hard and his body convulsed uncontrollably. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes as he fought to gain control over his irrepressible release, to tame it into something manageable. But there was no managing it, he soon realized only toleration for it and taking what pleasure you could from the vehement sensations.
Then, Jinki gave one last powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt; to relish in his own release and again be taken by that prolonging ride of a climax. Minho watched-with dizzy sight- fascinated by the way the other’s body arched and spasmed in sensual satisfaction, his eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and it did look painful save for that splendidly sinful smile permanently plastered across his face.
“Are you okay, Mr. Lee?” Minho ventured to ask, albeit ninety seconds later..
Jinki would have gladly replied but unconsciousness was already seeping into his mind and blackness into his vision. He collapsed to the side; his body fatally limp, his eyelids drooping lethally. Finally, there was no more fighting, no more drugs, and no more scientists. Only darkness, sweet beautiful murky blackness and this time he’d relinquish himself with pleasure.
Chapter: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: TofuHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki has been in an institution as a guinea pig for a long time, and now he's been given two doses of a dangerous drug.
Jinki tugged at the collar of his gown. It was getting hot, unbearably hot. Fire was licking at his skin, starting from somewhere deep inside him and rapidly spreading out. He squatted in a corner, his head buried in his hands. He could feel his eyes start to glaze over and his mouth begin to water.
That rich feeling was coiling in his stomach again making its way directly to his groin.
Crouching back further into the corner, he tried to fight it, tried to deny that rich feeling that was taking over his body. He bit his lower lip rough and then licked it to ease the pain, he had to distract himself. Hands trembling, he stuck them between his knees, pressing them together, to stop it.
Shit, shit, shit. He couldn’t control it; he was powerless against the drugs coursing through his veins. He could barely keep himself in check with one dose, let alone two, which is exactly why they bumped up the dosages. He fidgeted against the sensations; it was everywhere, consuming his very being. It only led to a war, a battle between his mind and body. He threw his head back against the wall in frustration, a solid painful crack causing his eyes to blur and his thoughts to jumble up even more. His heart was beating faster than ever before and he was gasping at its hammering as if his lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen.
Unwillingly, his legs were spreading and abruptly, he sat on his hands to keep them from touching his ungodly throbbing member. He ordered himself not to look at it, his eyes roaming everywhere but his hard searing cock poking through his sheer gown. Though, inevitable he glanced at it. Staring at his reflection, through a haze, in a mirror which he knew to be two ways, he saw his lecherous body, the sight sending a groan spilling from his lips. Damp hair fell in his sensual eyes, his lips were parted in harsh pants, and his chest was heaving as if the room was filled with steam. His ill-disciplined cock peeked from behind his gown daringly, standing erect and begging for attention.
He was a mess, his hot hips humping the air finding nothing but coolness; it made him shiver and slide down the wall till he was on the cool floor, a pleasing contrast to his flaming body. His fingers clawed at the hardwood floor above his head leaving deep scratches as his back arched at an unknown rush of pleasure. His gown clung to his sticky body and it only made him hotter. His mind was swimming, the one coherent thought being to fight. He had to fight against the feral urges that were desperately trying to escape, those primal cravings that needed to be fulfilled.
His sly fingers slid between his creamy thighs, slithering closer and closer to their target and sending slight shudders through his body. His head lolling back, he was going to give up, going to once again succumb to the effects of the drugs.
No!
He flipped over onto his hands and knees, hoping to keep his hands from touching himself. It was too late to realize that this position only made it worse as his slutty hips came down, grinding into the floor. His moaned rocked him and he fell to his arms, his cock rubbing against the slick floor unashamed.
It was so good, so unbelievably and unbearably good. Unadulterated pleasure saturated his body, coursed through his veins, oozed from his pores and devoured his soul. He growled lowly from deep within him, something primitive was being unleashed. His heightened sensitivity, due to the drugs, was intense, almost painfully intense.
His cock assaulted the floor relentlessly, precum gushing from the tip only adding to the slickness, making it easier to gain that glorious friction. A hand crept under his gown, grabbing the hem and yanking it up to toy with his pert nipples. Every cell in his body felt so indescribably amazing, that he felt himself lose it, lose that one part of his sanity he needed. Tossing his head back with a wicked grin, he screamed, his vision going white and his frame shaking violently. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while thick ropes of white semen projected from him, strewing across the floor. His fingernails dug into the floor as he was still keening.
The drug was designed to intensify sex and make orgasms last for a zealous forty-five seconds. He was given two doses. So, for ninety seconds, Jinki was trapped in an infinite electrifying feeling of divine pleasure leaving him blind and numb.
Falling to the floor on his side limply, he whimpered softly, drool pooling from his mouth.
He was motionless, staring blankly through a foggy haze at his tragic and debauched appearance in the mirror. He wanted to curse those sick scientists behind the glass, observing and noting down his every disgusting move, and damn them to hell. However, he was exhausted to the point where he could barely blink and instinct told him it wasn’t nearly over with yet. Biting his lip, he wanted to cry, wanted to crawl into a ditch and die. Jinki had always been a good boy and an excellent guinea pig during the experiments. So what had he done to deserve this? He looked down and whined, his cock was still erect, hard, and insatiable. Helplessness, shame, and sorrow swelled inside him but was immediately pushed back down to the recesses of his heart by the drug, it wouldn’t allow him to feel anything besides its wayward bliss.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and his tormentors pushed in a person. Jinki’s eyes rolled lazily to gaze him.
The man cowered as far away from Jinki as possible. His eyes flickered around frantically looking for an escape. There was none, Jinki wanted to tell him but his mouth wouldn’t move.
“H-hey are you a-alive?” he stuttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Bizarrely, the man’s voice flipped a switch in his head and chuckling, Jinki slowly sat up.
He crawled salaciously towards him with a smirk stretching across his lips, his body aching something fierce before that feeling came back, the coil strengthening with every inch closer he became.
Looking up at him, Jinki chuckled again; they had brought him fresh meat. He could see in his innocent terrified eyes that he was new to the institute, and Jinki had been given the lucky honor of breaking him in. He was given the task of teaching him the ropes, just as someone long ago had taught him, and he was going to teach him well. Professor Jinki, he laughed at his joke; high off the blissful drug.
"What's your name?" Jinki inquired, stroking his leg tenderly.
Cringing away, the man stuttered, "M-Minho...A-and yours?"
"Hmmm...Call me Mr. Jinki" he hummed, fingers dragging along his trembling thighs.
Jinki was rejoicing in his head. They'd brought him a beautiful one. he licked his lips hungrily. The man, rather boy was deliciously handsome, his round deer eyes were hinted with the drug--newbies only received about 3/4 of one regular treacherous dose--his wavy brown hair was slightly damp from his overheated body, his cheeks were already flushed pink. His utter look of confusion was directed at not only the whorish man in front of him but at the strange and unknown libidinous feeling that was coiling within his body.
"No, stop." Minho said weakly.
Jinki's fingers had made their way up under his gown, and taking advantage of the fact the institute didn't believe in wearing underwear, he gently touched Minho's half hard cock.
The boy recoiled away, and panicking he turned on his knees, desperately trying to crawl away. Jinki caught him quick, grabbing his ankle and dragging him back.
"Do. Not. Run." He demanded. Minho whimpered the evident fear making him not want to try running away again.
Jinki hovered over his back, nibbling on his earlobe fondly. His hands slid up Minho’s long legs and squeezed his thighs, and pried them open. Jinki leered; he felt no shame in tainting Minho's virgin body.
"Minho baby, you scared?" Jinki teased slowly pushing up Minho's gown. He reveled in the silk skin, smooth and flawless under his palms. He was giddy with excited expectancy.
He pushed the boy's head down, bringing his plump ass high up in the air. Damn, he was going to enjoy this, Jinki thought. Spreading his cheeks apart, he gave a long languid lick to the crack of his ass. The inexplicable ripple of trembles that ran through Minho's body surprised Minho himself as he scrambled for purchase. He didn't have to. Jinki entwined and locked their fingers together, yanked his arms back, pulling his body with him, specifically his ass, back onto his face. His tongue was vicious, slurping and thrusting incessantly into Minho's puckered cavern.
"Fuck" Jinki panted, coming up for air. His ass was so fucking succulent, so fucking delectable that he could quite literally spend the rest of the day just eating him out.
Minho was a twitching mess, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning; ultimately trying to fight off what Jinki was giving him. Not this time, Jinki thought, he, himself was far too gone to even try and be understanding about the situation. He was going to satisfy his own deep yearnings, and in the process ruin Minho.
"Baby, I need feedback. Is it good?" Jinki questioned, sucking at his balls.
"I-I don't k-know" he said, tossing his head back as he tried to focus his blurry vision.
Suddenly, Jinki flipped Minho onto his back, he held his wrists above his head, and leaned forward saying "Do you want me to stop?" In all seriousness.
Jinki watched attentively at the boy's conflicting thoughts. The mind and body war, they all go through this, and for most it's just a onetime battle but for Jinki it's endless. He would never give up without a fight even if the battle for today was over and he had succumbed. He saw his black dilated orbs reflected in Minho's eyes, saw how wanton his body had become and for a moment wished Minho would say no and plead to be released, (not that it would make a difference he would take him anyway,) but just to know that he wasn't the only one fighting.
"Please, don't stop" Minho whispered, finally surrendering to that rich drug induced feeling.
And with that Jinki obliged. Roughly pushing Minho's legs up to his chest, he seductively eyed his tight hole enjoying the fact that the ring of muscles flexed for him, opening and closing in an almost welcoming gesture.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm here to make you feel real good" Jinki grunted, thrusting in all the way.
Yes! This right here, this accursed yet glorious feeling. Jinki felt as if he'd lived his entire life searching for it, searching just to be buried deep within this man, at this very moment with God and those mentally disturbed scientist as his witnesses.
"Nngh! Mr. Lee!"
Jinki chuckled at the name and the boy's constant stream of high-pitched moans, but more so because the high feeling washing over him was indescribable. His hips were manic, pummeling into Minho at a frightening speed, causing him to slide across the floor only to have Jinki tug him back down to meet his cock.
"Shit, you're so tight, Minho"
Why in the fuck did they have to give him two doses? two painful doses, for as the drug made it feel sublime in his mind, his nerves were too sensitive for his body to truly enjoy it. He thought to slow his pace, to not rip into Minho in such a heartless and agonizing way but he was overtaken by his need for pleasure. Although, Minho didn’t seem to mind, his body quaking, his lips quivering Jinki’s name, and his hands pulling Jinki closer and deeper. Jinki dug his nails into Minho’s hips as beastly growls erupted from his chest, the younger’s ass was clenching down incredibly tight and Jinki knew they were both close.
"Mr. Lee I-I'm, I-I'm..." Minho stammered and soon he was cumming.
A new kind of ecstasy fluxed through his nerves. His teeth gritted painfully hard and his body convulsed uncontrollably. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes as he fought to gain control over his irrepressible release, to tame it into something manageable. But there was no managing it, he soon realized only toleration for it and taking what pleasure you could from the vehement sensations.
Then, Jinki gave one last powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt; to relish in his own release and again be taken by that prolonging ride of a climax. Minho watched-with dizzy sight- fascinated by the way the other’s body arched and spasmed in sensual satisfaction, his eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and it did look painful save for that splendidly sinful smile permanently plastered across his face.
“Are you okay, Mr. Lee?” Minho ventured to ask, albeit ninety seconds later..
Jinki would have gladly replied but unconsciousness was already seeping into his mind and blackness into his vision. He collapsed to the side; his body fatally limp, his eyelids drooping lethally. Finally, there was no more fighting, no more drugs, and no more scientists. Only darkness, sweet beautiful murky blackness and this time he’d relinquish himself with pleasure.