the sea that stole you
title: the sea that stole you {pet au}
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: nc-17
pairing(s): himdae
summary: i don't need a map to point me to you
warning(s): kinkfic, master/slave relationships, slight bondage
a/n: i can't write sex for shit but we're all gonna pretend that i can
A month into owning Daehyun, and the pet hadn’t gotten worse.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten any better either.
Ever since Himchan had made the mistake of resolutely announcing that he’d try and do everything before sending Daehyun to a trainer in front of the pet, Daehyun had seemed to reach the conclusion that as long as he didn’t utterly overstep the boundaries, he could still go on living his life as the most embarrassing, incorrigible, terrible, irritating, temperamental pet that lived in the kingdom. And while it was nice that Daehyun hadn’t gone completely out of his mind-that, at the very, very, very, extreme least, he now slept on the plush, goose-feather mattress on the floor without having to be kicked off the bed every time in reminder-Himchan had spent five gold boxes and the great deal of effort containing his own temper, on what he’d wanted and expected to be a pet.
Not a freeloader who had to be locked into a room at certain times of the day when Himchan was entertaining guests.
The prince tried to console himself with the quality of the sex-and while the quality was high enough, Daehyun responsive and eager enough, even there Daehyun seemed to believe that as long as he didn’t overstep the boundaries completely, he could take what he wanted and only gave what he chose to.
A month into owning Daehyun, and Himchan was conducting an experiment tonight.
He had Daehyun with him at a party-a small-scale thing for a lesser lady’s birthday. It was held in the late evening hours, the sun just setting-visible and beautiful from the courtyard of her husband lord’s manor. The maids had somehow managed to wrangle Daehyun into one of his nicer outfits, and Himchan had silently applauded them with every fiber of his being. Himchan still hadn’t made time to get anything properly fitted for the pet and he doubted Daehyun would have agreed to be properly fitted for anything.
Somehow, dinner had come and gone, and Himchan had emerged unscathed thus far. It seemed that most of the time things went smoothly, food and Daehyun’s hunger was involved. Himchan suspected that since there would have had been little opportunity for Daehyun to eat the sort of food served at court, that was one of the only things keeping Daehyun tethered to some sort of semblance of passable behavior.
Now, Himchan was just left to converse enough with the other guests to seem like he wasn’t trying to run out of the party-he’d made up his mind to wait just long enough for Yongguk to finish a conversation with one of the foreign generals who was on vacation in the kingdom for the month. It vaguely crossed his mind then that he hadn’t wished the actual hostess congratulations. As it became clear enough that Yongguk would still take another half an hour to wrap things up, Himchan tugged briskly on the short leash he kept Daehyun on (and how embarrassing it was to have to leash a pet during a party), and headed for where the lady stood near the lily garden.
“Are we going to go back any time before sunrise?” Daehyun said dryly, from the side of his mouth.
“Shut up,” Himchan hissed, as they neared.
“She’s rather stout, isn’t she?” Daehyun continued and Himchan’s hand became a fist around the handle of the leash.
“I swear to God,” Himchan muttered, as Daehyun raised his eyebrows unaffectedly, “if you so much as-”
“Your Majesty!”
Himchan broke off just in time to pull a smile on his face for Lady Feng. “My lady,” he greeted back brightly, taking both her gloved hands in his and pressing his lips down against the silk. “I would’ve wished you a merry day right when I arrived but you were surrounded by admirers,” he said easily, clasping her hands while she pulled on the appropriate blush for such a comment from the prince.
“You jest, Prince,” she said, as their hands parted and she curtsied. “I was only with my brothers.”
“You have a fine bunch of brothers, then,” Himchan said coyly and she rolled her eyes, slapping his arm lightly.
“Enough,” she laughed, glowing and young in a deep, blue satin gown. “I’ve had enough words with you-but, my lord, please-eat up and drink up.” She waved her hand at the waiters going around with continuous refreshment. “I fear our cooks have made far too much, and leftovers will spoil.”
“Doubtful,” Daehyun said.
Himchan closed his eyes.
“Pardon?”
The prince opened his eyes to see Lady Feng blinking curiously at Daehyun.
“Doubtful any leftovers there may be would spoil,” Daehyun said, his smile easy and sharp. “You’d eat them all, wouldn’t you? From the way your dress nearly bursts at the seams, doubtless your appetite must be insatiable.”
Himchan’s jaw was far from the only that dropped. Lady Feng’s jaw was far from the only other that dropped. Nearby, as Himchan’s excellent fortune would have it, two older, and angry Lords Feng stood-and they now made their way with quick steps towards Himchan and Daehyun. “Your Highness,” the oldest Lord said, eyes narrowed but stance relatively unassuming-because Himchan was still the prince. “Forgive me if my brother and I heard incorrectly, but-”
“You heard correctly,” Himchan said quickly-instantly. He was a prince who was loved by all his subordinates. Everyone at court loved him genuinely because Himchan wasn’t the type to lord over anyone beneath him unless they truly deserved it, and Himchan made sure to constantly have it that way. He didn’t particularly look forward to having to assume a throne with underlings who wanted his head, who wanted revolution and rebellion, and the best way to do that was be a prince to the people’s-and the nobility’s-hearts.
And this fucking pet seemed to have the potential to bring that to shambles.
“And please,” Himchan said, bowing his head-and, with effort and an ignored snarl from the pet, shoved Daehyun’s down as well, “have our humblest apologies.”
But as soon as Himchan’s hand left the back of Daehyun’s head, the pet stepped away slightly, frowning. “What for? I merely spoke the tr-”
Before Himchan could react-before Daehyun could continue-the younger Lord grabbed Daehyun by the collar, pulling him hard enough that Himchan, who still held one end of the leash, was pulled along slightly as well. The younger Lord Feng had a few inches on Himchan and a whole head on Daehyun, and when he shook Daehyun, the expression on the pet’s face rattled. “What sort of disobedient, untrained, insolent creature are you?” he said, a little too loudly, and nearly everyone at the party was staring.
Himchan met Yongguk’s eyes across the courtyard and the general shook his head.
But Daehyun’s eyes, glaring at the Lord and still utterly defiant, didn’t even falter.
And Himchan had found that he’d had rather enough.
“My lord,” Himchan said, clearing his throat, and wrapping his own fingers around Daehyun’s collar-but unlike Lord Feng, he made sure to dig his knuckles slightly into Daehyun’s throat, and the pet whined irritably, eyes shooting over to Himchan.
The younger Lord Feng seemed to come back into himself, trading glances with his brother and sister and bowing low. “Forgive me, your Majesty.”
“The fault’s still mine,” Himchan said, smiling briskly again. “And not to interfere further with the celebrations, I think we must take our leave now. My cousin will remain.”
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Lady Feng as he bowed to her brothers and her. That, perhaps, grated at Himchan the most. A prince unable to meet the eyes of those below him in both birth and position.
And Daehyun, beside him, still held his head high.
“Get on the bed,” Himchan said tonelessly, locking the doors.
The carriage ride had been spent in utter silence, and Himchan had purposefully looked out the window in an effort to restrain himself from throttling all life out of the smug face that sat beside him. But now, back in his manor, and within the walls of his chambers, Himchan was just about at the breaking point and if this didn’t work, then he would send Daehyun back-somewhere, anywhere-not to a trainer, however, because at this point, Himchan wouldn’t even care for a broken, retrained version of a pet who’d caused this much trouble.
Daehyun jumped onto the silk covers lightly, bouncing slightly with the strands of the netting over his shoulders slightly coming undone with how loosely they’d been tied. “I didn’t mean it,” he said lazily, flopping down on the pillows spread-eagle-the picture of ease and comfort, the picture of a ruined pet, one who didn’t even fear his master’s anger. “She was rather pretty.”
Himchan knew that. Lady Feng was pretty, and thin, and young even though she was already married. And thus, it sincerely confounded him as to why on earth Daehyun would say that to one of the rare ladies of the court who hadn’t grown plump and lazy on her husband’s wealth.
“Then why in hell’s name,” he began, as he shed his coat, shoes, socks, waistcoat, tie, “did you tell her she was fat?” He neared the bed, stopping when his knees touched the iron frame.
Daehyun turned his head, facing Himchan, eyebrows raised petulantly. “Your attention was on her.”
Himchan locked gazes with the pet, slowly leaning onto the bed until he was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, looking down on Daehyun. The prince reached out just as slowly, hand making as if to cup Daehyun’s face-but his fingers wrapped instead, once again, through the collar, looping tightly into a fist. Rather than shaking, rather than tugging, Himchan yanked and pinned the band of leather to the bed, bending Daehyun backwards until the pet had to arch his back and throat if he wanted to breathe.
Daehyun’s breath quickened in seconds, flush coloring his cheeks, and alarm flooded into his eyes as they widened at the sight of Himchan hovering above him. “You embarrassed me, upset a birthday celebration, insulted a lady, and angered her brothers because I was speaking with her?” he whispered incredulously, parting Daehyun’s thighs with his knee, and pressing up in between them.
From the way Daehyun’s tongue dipped out to lick at his full lips, from the way Daehyun’s hands started to grapple uselessly at Himchan’s arms, it seemed that Daehyun had a better answer, a more thorough explanation (excuse), but Himchan didn’t want to hear it right now. He didn’t want to hear anything right now. He was done trying to coax Daehyun the way he would with a normal pet because, as Himchan should’ve realized weeks ago, Daehyun was not a normal pet.
And Himchan had to find a new way of dealing with him.
Himchan let go of Daehyun, throwing him by the collar and letting him fall against the bed gasping for air and coughing. The prince didn’t wait for the pet to catch his breath before he took Daehyun by the hair, fisting the strands and when Daehyun’s eyes flickered to Himchan’s for the briefest moment, there was nothing defiant in them. “Pet,” Himchan murmured, and shook Daehyun slightly by the hair. And then Daehyun’s eyes were glowering again, face tilting upwards as if to kiss Himchan reluctantly-fingers outstretched to touch Himchan’s face.
Himchan brought his hips forward, thigh pressing between Daehyun’s, and Himchan rocked until he could feel Daehyun half-hard cock pressing against the prince’s thigh-a thin slip of silk was all that covered the pet’s cock, and never before had Daehyun gotten hard so easily. Something inside of Himchan’s brain clicked, and correspondingly, something below Himchan’s waist responded.
Before Daehyun could touch Himchan, the prince shifted his hands from Daehyun’s hair to the pet’s wrists, pinning them both onto the mattress under one hand, while Himchan tugged at the already loosened ties of Daehyun’s shirt completely from the holds. It was strong silk-thin, but strong enough not to rip with all the strain it’s been under holding so many other bits and pieces of cloth together. Himchan looped it around Daehyun’s wrists as fast as he knew how, having been trained alongside Yongguk to know the basics of military life, and he made sure to knot it so that no amount of teeth could tear it apart.
“Of course,” Daehyun said, a sneering laugh-breathless, Himchan noted, “I have to be bound and helpless before you’re satisfied.”
Himchan grabbed Daehyun by the hair again, shaking him roughly and dragging him up to meet the prince’s face. Daehyun’s expression contorted, teeth gritted and breaths coming in shallow and rushed. The pet squirmed in Himchan’s hold, arms painfully held above his head with the ties and back horribly arched in order to find some way to alleviate the sting in his scalp from the angle of Himchan’s grasp. “You’re getting harder, though,” Himchan said simply, and took that chance to yank away with absurd ease the rest of Daehyun’s flimsy clothing. The silk pants fell with hardly a tug on Himchan’s part.
But Daehyun’s teeth clenched down harder even as his naked hips writhed towards Himchan as if begging wordlessly for what Daehyun refused to say. Daehyun’s cock was starting to leak, wetness shining at the tip, and Himchan lazily let his hand skim over the head, fingers dancing down the shaft and lightly over Daehyun’s balls. Daehyun whimpered, full lips parted, eyes widening further, body twitching, and he whimpered, “Master-”
For once, it didn’t sound like a mockery.
Himchan’s own cock was aching, straining and tenting against his pants. The prince dropped the pet down onto the bed again, Daehyun gasping for air and immediately beginning to twist against the sheets for some sort of friction against his weeping cock. “What kind of pet,” and Himchan flipped the pet back onto his back, hand tight on his hip and Daehyun made high sound of despair, keening and desperate, as Himchan prevented him from gaining release, “tries to find his own pleasure before his master’s?”
Daehyun just shook his head, back and forth and back and forth in rushed motions, eyes closing shut for a moment before shooting back open as Himchan straddled the pet’s body, sidling up until his crotch was above Daehyun’s face. Himchan slid his cock out of his pants, grabbed the back of Daehyun’s hair, and smiled, “Pet.”
It was an uncomfortable angle for Daehyun-arms tied above his head, but he had to crane his neck upward to get his mouth around Himchan’s cock. Himchan didn’t have him hold that position for long, though, because Himchan wasn’t interested in having the pet suck him.
Himchan wanted to fuck Daehyun’s mouth.
As soon as Daehyun had his lips around the base of Himchan’s cock, Himchan brought his hips forward, snapping in quick, short thrusts into the wet warmth of the pet’s mouth and lips, and Daehyun was gagging and coughing around Himchan’s length in moments. Himchan didn’t let even a second pass by, didn’t spare Daehyun a breath, simply pulled Daehyun into a sitting position by the collar and, with another buck of his hips, motioned harshly for Daehyun to continue.
Normally, whenever he was being taken by the mouth, Himchan’s head would roll back, eyes closing and mouth open with content sighs. Tonight, he didn’t want to miss a single sight-he gazed down, intent with heat spreading across his own cheeks as he watched the pet’s head bob, almost desperately, plush lips swollen red and stretched around Himchan’s cock. There was wetness to be seen glistening just beneath Daehyun’s half-lidded eyes, and for some reason that was what had Himchan cupping Daehyun’s jaw tightly and taking over again, thrusting the few more times he needed to come, pulling out and spurting over Daehyun’s hair and face.
Himchan collapsed back onto his knees, sliding to the side as he caught his breath while Daehyun turned once again, coughing and spitting and gasping for air. The pet’s cock was practically fighting against Daehyun’s stomach, completely hard and throbbing, but surprisingly, this time, Daehyun didn’t even try to roll over and rut against the sheets. Instead, he just lay there, panting, something of a sob-whines and whimpers-sounding achingly from the back of his throat. Himchan’s come was smeared against his hair, cheeks, some of it dripping off the bridge of his nose and onto the blankets.
“I need-can you-I have to-” Daehyun begged, but Himchan simply turned away, reaching over for the pot of oil on the ornate nightstand. If Daehyun was still using personal pronouns to describe what he wanted to happen, if Daehyun still thought that what a pet wanted to happen came before his master, then it was going to be a long night.
Daehyun’s toes were curling into the blankets, legs writhing and bent. Himchan pulled Daehyun by the hips down closer to him, settling the pet’s thighs on either side of Himchan’s waist as Himchan slicked up his fingers generously with the oil. He slipped two straight off into Daehyun, sliding in deep and hooking before Daehyun had time to settle on them. The gasp was more of a broken sob, and Daehyun’s wrists seemed to struggle in the ties, the instinct-one that a pet shouldn’t have-to hold onto Himchan.
Himchan dug the fingers of his other hand into the skin of Daehyun’s thighs, just hard enough to leave light bruises the shape of Himchan’s fingertips against bronze skin. Daehyun’s body was arching, bound hands finding the cloth of the pillowcase and fisting it, as Himchan fucked the pet with his fingers, adding a third and then a fourth. Daehyun’s cock was weeping all over his stomach, dripping precome onto the taut, muscles. The pet had his face turned to the side and buried against his arm, a royal mess with hair sticky with perspiration and come against his face, cheeks heated, skin flushed, eyes too bright and too moist.
Daehyun was meeting every thrust of Himchan’s fingers, hips pleading as they rammed back against Himchan’s fingers sometimes before Himchan’s fingers could even come back in to Daehyun. The pleads and begs coming from Daehyun’s mouth were nonsensical at this point, so heavy with the accent of the coast that Himchan didn’t even understand what he was saying-the words were disjointed, falling out of his mouth in desperate babble.
“If you spoke slower,” Himchan said calmly, despite how he himself was already hard again from just having his fingers inside of Daehyun, “maybe I could understand you and give you what you want.”
“Master,” Daehyun pleaded, as Himchan pulled out his fingers and the pet’s body trembled from the loss of them, “Prince-Highness-Majesty-Master-Master, Master, Master-Master, Prince, please-”
Himchan caught his lips against his own, a kiss to quiet the pet and Daehyun moaned into it, needy and begging as Himchan swept the pet’s mouth harshly with the prince’s tongue, tugging at Daehyun’s full bottom lip as Himchan pulled away. Daehyun breathed in stuttering sobs, watching Himchan warily through hazy eyes as Himchan drew away completely from the pet, standing up and circling around the bed to search for something on the floor. Himchan picked up Daehyun’s ripped, fallen shirt and tore another strip off from the hem. He walked back to the bed, back to Daehyun’s confused and pained expression, and Himchan took Daehyun’s bound wrists in one hand, pulling Daehyun up by the arms.
Daehyun whined at the stretch and pull of his shoulders, at the friction of the blankets against the hypersensitive skin of his ass. His breathing grew louder, hurried and frantic again as he realized what Himchan was doing. The four posts of the prince’s bed were all too far apart for Himchan to tie each of Daehyun’s limbs to one of them, so Himchan settled for tying Daehyun’s bound wrists and arms tightly to one post, just to ensure that the pet couldn’t somehow either reach down to find release or twist around to rut against the sheets.
“Master-” Daehyun choked out, confusion furthered, as Himchan removed his waiting robe from the hook near his desk and swept it around himself. He still had his pants on, and he tied them loosely before knotting the robe’s sash around his waist.
“Bad pets,” Himchan said, as he slid his feet into his slippers and padded towards the double doors of the chamber, “have to wait.” He didn’t turn back to watch Daehyun’s last expression before the prince stepped through the doors and shut them behind himself, locking them securely.
He stood there for a long moment, hands still holding the brass of the door handles, before he sighed and tried not to look down at how his cock jutted out against the soft cotton of the robe. He would have one of his more understandable maids draw him a cold bath, finish a few letters, sign a few documents, have a bit of supper, and then return to see how his pet fared.
The cold bath did absolutely nothing, but Himchan hadn’t really expected it to. He did get two letters done and one document read and signed, but he wasn’t hungry enough to finish the supper that arrived from the kitchens up to his study. He kept a close watch on the time, and as he walked back towards his chambers, he half-expected to just find that Daehyun had somehow managed to arrange his body in some way that he would be able to thrust against the mattress. It wouldn’t take much anyway in the state that he’d left his pet in.
And so, Himchan was rather surprised to find that Daehyun hadn’t taken any measures to find release by himself-or at least, whatever measures Daehyun had taken hadn’t been in any way successful for the pet was still tied up, arms still bound, wrists still locked together, cock throbbing and weeping, infinitely worse than when Himchan had left him. There precome pooling in the small dip where Daehyun’s defined hipbone met muscled stomach, and a sheen of fine sweat coated the pet’s entire body.
When Himchan neared the bed, he could see that Daehyun’s whole form was violently trembling, thighs quaking, and eyes somewhere between utterly fucked out and pained desperation as they took Himchan in. “I thought this might’ve gone away with time,” Himchan commented pleasantly, fingertips grazing over the head of Daehyun’s cock, and Daehyun turned his head and screamed into his arm-muffled and scratchy and hoarse.
“I thought I should’ve put a ring on you,” Himchan said conversationally, reaching up and untying the strip of cloth that held Daehyun’s arms to the post, “but I guess you didn’t need it.” Daehyun fell limp against the bed, incoherent stream of words starting up again as he seemed to curl in towards Himchan, thighs shaking and cock twitching.
“Please,” Daehyun whispered, looking like he meant to bury his face against Himchan’s thigh, but not daring to touch anymore without permission-like a real pet. “Please, Master, please-please, please, please-”
Himchan didn’t touch the binds on Daehyun’s wrist. He simply leaned to the side again, dipping his hand in oil and slicking his own cock up, shedding the robe and his pants completely. “Will you be good from now on?” Himchan said, kneeling on the bed, and shimmying up in between Daehyun’s thighs, settling the pet’s legs around his waist again-Daehyun didn’t seem to dare wrap them around Himchan’s hips the way the pet once arrogantly used to in times past.
“So good-the best-I’ll listen, Master-I’ll be so good-I won’t be bad-please, just please-please-my Prince, please,” Daehyun gasped, as the tip of Himchan’s cock touched the pet’s stretched entrance.
It didn’t take much for either of them.
Himchan wrapped his hand around Daehyun’s cock at the same time that he himself slid in to the hilt inside of the pet. Three pumps of Himchan’s hand and Daehyun was spurting across himself, and yet still meeting every thrust of Himchan’s hips with his own, milking the prince to orgasm short moments afterward.
The prince slumped forward and to the side, eyes closed as his heartbeat thudded loud enough for his own ears, breath stammering as the last waves of pleasure faded. He sat up before he opened his eyes, and once he had, he looked down slowly at Daehyun. The pet’s eyes were glazed over, exhausted and spent, completely fucked and a sticky, sweaty, awful mess.
And yet, the fire in them still burned excruciatingly bright as they gazed up at Himchan.
Himchan knew that there was no way Daehyun was broken-that this little night was in any way similar to what a trainer would have done for months to mold a spirit to only know servitude. The most this had done was taught Daehyun that Himchan knew what to do to get Daehyun to listen and obey. The fact that Daehyun had gotten hard so fast and remained hard for that long simply meant that Himchan had found possibly the most useless punishment he could ever give to his pet because it wasn’t a punishment at all.
“Do you want to clean yourself or do you want to do it in the morning?” Himchan asked, watching Daehyun’s eyelids droop. Most of the come on the pet’s face had either been smeared off by the sweat or wiped off against the sheets during all the writhing Daehyun had done.
“In the morning,” Daehyun yawned, and then, in a sleepy murmur, added, “Master.” His body stretched languidly against the rumpled sheets once before he sat up, making to swing his legs over the edge of the bed before Himchan stopped him with an arm around the waist, yanking him back lightly against the prince’s chest.
“Where’re you going?” Himchan asked, eyebrows furrowing.
Daehyun raised his eyebrows, as cool as the pet seemed to be able to manage with beads of Himchan’s come still in his hair, sweat gathering on his body, oil and come-both his own and Himchan’s-dripping down his thighs and ass. “To bed,” Daehyun said plainly.
“Sleep here,” Himchan said, and didn’t let go.
Daehyun cocked his head to the side and at that moment Himchan knew the prince would never be able to bring himself to truly break Daehyun even if he could. “I thought good pets slept on the floor,” Daehyun said, smile sincere and sarcastic all at once, “and I promised I’d be good.”
“Good pets do what their masters order them without talking back,” Himchan said, and for some reason, he smiled back at Daehyun’s mildly puzzled blink. The prince leaned in to press their mouths together, gentle and warm and the first kiss of this kind that he’d ever shared with his pet. “You were good tonight,” Himchan whispered, lips still lightly against Daehyun’s as they drew apart slowly. Daehyun’s eyes were still closed as Himchan’s fingers lingered against the pet’s jaw.
Daehyun’s expression was still slightly wary as he flopped down, slipping his body beneath the blankets and curling up in the middle of the bed, but as soon as Himchan laid down beside him, the pet’s body slid over until it was pressed against Himchan’s. The pet’s head rested itself against Himchan’s chest and the prince wrapped one arm around Daehyun’s waist, silently wrinkling his nose at how sweaty they both were.
The sheets might have to be thrown out tomorrow.
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: nc-17
pairing(s): himdae
summary: i don't need a map to point me to you
warning(s): kinkfic, master/slave relationships, slight bondage
a/n: i can't write sex for shit but we're all gonna pretend that i can
A month into owning Daehyun, and the pet hadn’t gotten worse.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten any better either.
Ever since Himchan had made the mistake of resolutely announcing that he’d try and do everything before sending Daehyun to a trainer in front of the pet, Daehyun had seemed to reach the conclusion that as long as he didn’t utterly overstep the boundaries, he could still go on living his life as the most embarrassing, incorrigible, terrible, irritating, temperamental pet that lived in the kingdom. And while it was nice that Daehyun hadn’t gone completely out of his mind-that, at the very, very, very, extreme least, he now slept on the plush, goose-feather mattress on the floor without having to be kicked off the bed every time in reminder-Himchan had spent five gold boxes and the great deal of effort containing his own temper, on what he’d wanted and expected to be a pet.
Not a freeloader who had to be locked into a room at certain times of the day when Himchan was entertaining guests.
The prince tried to console himself with the quality of the sex-and while the quality was high enough, Daehyun responsive and eager enough, even there Daehyun seemed to believe that as long as he didn’t overstep the boundaries completely, he could take what he wanted and only gave what he chose to.
A month into owning Daehyun, and Himchan was conducting an experiment tonight.
He had Daehyun with him at a party-a small-scale thing for a lesser lady’s birthday. It was held in the late evening hours, the sun just setting-visible and beautiful from the courtyard of her husband lord’s manor. The maids had somehow managed to wrangle Daehyun into one of his nicer outfits, and Himchan had silently applauded them with every fiber of his being. Himchan still hadn’t made time to get anything properly fitted for the pet and he doubted Daehyun would have agreed to be properly fitted for anything.
Somehow, dinner had come and gone, and Himchan had emerged unscathed thus far. It seemed that most of the time things went smoothly, food and Daehyun’s hunger was involved. Himchan suspected that since there would have had been little opportunity for Daehyun to eat the sort of food served at court, that was one of the only things keeping Daehyun tethered to some sort of semblance of passable behavior.
Now, Himchan was just left to converse enough with the other guests to seem like he wasn’t trying to run out of the party-he’d made up his mind to wait just long enough for Yongguk to finish a conversation with one of the foreign generals who was on vacation in the kingdom for the month. It vaguely crossed his mind then that he hadn’t wished the actual hostess congratulations. As it became clear enough that Yongguk would still take another half an hour to wrap things up, Himchan tugged briskly on the short leash he kept Daehyun on (and how embarrassing it was to have to leash a pet during a party), and headed for where the lady stood near the lily garden.
“Are we going to go back any time before sunrise?” Daehyun said dryly, from the side of his mouth.
“Shut up,” Himchan hissed, as they neared.
“She’s rather stout, isn’t she?” Daehyun continued and Himchan’s hand became a fist around the handle of the leash.
“I swear to God,” Himchan muttered, as Daehyun raised his eyebrows unaffectedly, “if you so much as-”
“Your Majesty!”
Himchan broke off just in time to pull a smile on his face for Lady Feng. “My lady,” he greeted back brightly, taking both her gloved hands in his and pressing his lips down against the silk. “I would’ve wished you a merry day right when I arrived but you were surrounded by admirers,” he said easily, clasping her hands while she pulled on the appropriate blush for such a comment from the prince.
“You jest, Prince,” she said, as their hands parted and she curtsied. “I was only with my brothers.”
“You have a fine bunch of brothers, then,” Himchan said coyly and she rolled her eyes, slapping his arm lightly.
“Enough,” she laughed, glowing and young in a deep, blue satin gown. “I’ve had enough words with you-but, my lord, please-eat up and drink up.” She waved her hand at the waiters going around with continuous refreshment. “I fear our cooks have made far too much, and leftovers will spoil.”
“Doubtful,” Daehyun said.
Himchan closed his eyes.
“Pardon?”
The prince opened his eyes to see Lady Feng blinking curiously at Daehyun.
“Doubtful any leftovers there may be would spoil,” Daehyun said, his smile easy and sharp. “You’d eat them all, wouldn’t you? From the way your dress nearly bursts at the seams, doubtless your appetite must be insatiable.”
Himchan’s jaw was far from the only that dropped. Lady Feng’s jaw was far from the only other that dropped. Nearby, as Himchan’s excellent fortune would have it, two older, and angry Lords Feng stood-and they now made their way with quick steps towards Himchan and Daehyun. “Your Highness,” the oldest Lord said, eyes narrowed but stance relatively unassuming-because Himchan was still the prince. “Forgive me if my brother and I heard incorrectly, but-”
“You heard correctly,” Himchan said quickly-instantly. He was a prince who was loved by all his subordinates. Everyone at court loved him genuinely because Himchan wasn’t the type to lord over anyone beneath him unless they truly deserved it, and Himchan made sure to constantly have it that way. He didn’t particularly look forward to having to assume a throne with underlings who wanted his head, who wanted revolution and rebellion, and the best way to do that was be a prince to the people’s-and the nobility’s-hearts.
And this fucking pet seemed to have the potential to bring that to shambles.
“And please,” Himchan said, bowing his head-and, with effort and an ignored snarl from the pet, shoved Daehyun’s down as well, “have our humblest apologies.”
But as soon as Himchan’s hand left the back of Daehyun’s head, the pet stepped away slightly, frowning. “What for? I merely spoke the tr-”
Before Himchan could react-before Daehyun could continue-the younger Lord grabbed Daehyun by the collar, pulling him hard enough that Himchan, who still held one end of the leash, was pulled along slightly as well. The younger Lord Feng had a few inches on Himchan and a whole head on Daehyun, and when he shook Daehyun, the expression on the pet’s face rattled. “What sort of disobedient, untrained, insolent creature are you?” he said, a little too loudly, and nearly everyone at the party was staring.
Himchan met Yongguk’s eyes across the courtyard and the general shook his head.
But Daehyun’s eyes, glaring at the Lord and still utterly defiant, didn’t even falter.
And Himchan had found that he’d had rather enough.
“My lord,” Himchan said, clearing his throat, and wrapping his own fingers around Daehyun’s collar-but unlike Lord Feng, he made sure to dig his knuckles slightly into Daehyun’s throat, and the pet whined irritably, eyes shooting over to Himchan.
The younger Lord Feng seemed to come back into himself, trading glances with his brother and sister and bowing low. “Forgive me, your Majesty.”
“The fault’s still mine,” Himchan said, smiling briskly again. “And not to interfere further with the celebrations, I think we must take our leave now. My cousin will remain.”
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Lady Feng as he bowed to her brothers and her. That, perhaps, grated at Himchan the most. A prince unable to meet the eyes of those below him in both birth and position.
And Daehyun, beside him, still held his head high.
“Get on the bed,” Himchan said tonelessly, locking the doors.
The carriage ride had been spent in utter silence, and Himchan had purposefully looked out the window in an effort to restrain himself from throttling all life out of the smug face that sat beside him. But now, back in his manor, and within the walls of his chambers, Himchan was just about at the breaking point and if this didn’t work, then he would send Daehyun back-somewhere, anywhere-not to a trainer, however, because at this point, Himchan wouldn’t even care for a broken, retrained version of a pet who’d caused this much trouble.
Daehyun jumped onto the silk covers lightly, bouncing slightly with the strands of the netting over his shoulders slightly coming undone with how loosely they’d been tied. “I didn’t mean it,” he said lazily, flopping down on the pillows spread-eagle-the picture of ease and comfort, the picture of a ruined pet, one who didn’t even fear his master’s anger. “She was rather pretty.”
Himchan knew that. Lady Feng was pretty, and thin, and young even though she was already married. And thus, it sincerely confounded him as to why on earth Daehyun would say that to one of the rare ladies of the court who hadn’t grown plump and lazy on her husband’s wealth.
“Then why in hell’s name,” he began, as he shed his coat, shoes, socks, waistcoat, tie, “did you tell her she was fat?” He neared the bed, stopping when his knees touched the iron frame.
Daehyun turned his head, facing Himchan, eyebrows raised petulantly. “Your attention was on her.”
Himchan locked gazes with the pet, slowly leaning onto the bed until he was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, looking down on Daehyun. The prince reached out just as slowly, hand making as if to cup Daehyun’s face-but his fingers wrapped instead, once again, through the collar, looping tightly into a fist. Rather than shaking, rather than tugging, Himchan yanked and pinned the band of leather to the bed, bending Daehyun backwards until the pet had to arch his back and throat if he wanted to breathe.
Daehyun’s breath quickened in seconds, flush coloring his cheeks, and alarm flooded into his eyes as they widened at the sight of Himchan hovering above him. “You embarrassed me, upset a birthday celebration, insulted a lady, and angered her brothers because I was speaking with her?” he whispered incredulously, parting Daehyun’s thighs with his knee, and pressing up in between them.
From the way Daehyun’s tongue dipped out to lick at his full lips, from the way Daehyun’s hands started to grapple uselessly at Himchan’s arms, it seemed that Daehyun had a better answer, a more thorough explanation (excuse), but Himchan didn’t want to hear it right now. He didn’t want to hear anything right now. He was done trying to coax Daehyun the way he would with a normal pet because, as Himchan should’ve realized weeks ago, Daehyun was not a normal pet.
And Himchan had to find a new way of dealing with him.
Himchan let go of Daehyun, throwing him by the collar and letting him fall against the bed gasping for air and coughing. The prince didn’t wait for the pet to catch his breath before he took Daehyun by the hair, fisting the strands and when Daehyun’s eyes flickered to Himchan’s for the briefest moment, there was nothing defiant in them. “Pet,” Himchan murmured, and shook Daehyun slightly by the hair. And then Daehyun’s eyes were glowering again, face tilting upwards as if to kiss Himchan reluctantly-fingers outstretched to touch Himchan’s face.
Himchan brought his hips forward, thigh pressing between Daehyun’s, and Himchan rocked until he could feel Daehyun half-hard cock pressing against the prince’s thigh-a thin slip of silk was all that covered the pet’s cock, and never before had Daehyun gotten hard so easily. Something inside of Himchan’s brain clicked, and correspondingly, something below Himchan’s waist responded.
Before Daehyun could touch Himchan, the prince shifted his hands from Daehyun’s hair to the pet’s wrists, pinning them both onto the mattress under one hand, while Himchan tugged at the already loosened ties of Daehyun’s shirt completely from the holds. It was strong silk-thin, but strong enough not to rip with all the strain it’s been under holding so many other bits and pieces of cloth together. Himchan looped it around Daehyun’s wrists as fast as he knew how, having been trained alongside Yongguk to know the basics of military life, and he made sure to knot it so that no amount of teeth could tear it apart.
“Of course,” Daehyun said, a sneering laugh-breathless, Himchan noted, “I have to be bound and helpless before you’re satisfied.”
Himchan grabbed Daehyun by the hair again, shaking him roughly and dragging him up to meet the prince’s face. Daehyun’s expression contorted, teeth gritted and breaths coming in shallow and rushed. The pet squirmed in Himchan’s hold, arms painfully held above his head with the ties and back horribly arched in order to find some way to alleviate the sting in his scalp from the angle of Himchan’s grasp. “You’re getting harder, though,” Himchan said simply, and took that chance to yank away with absurd ease the rest of Daehyun’s flimsy clothing. The silk pants fell with hardly a tug on Himchan’s part.
But Daehyun’s teeth clenched down harder even as his naked hips writhed towards Himchan as if begging wordlessly for what Daehyun refused to say. Daehyun’s cock was starting to leak, wetness shining at the tip, and Himchan lazily let his hand skim over the head, fingers dancing down the shaft and lightly over Daehyun’s balls. Daehyun whimpered, full lips parted, eyes widening further, body twitching, and he whimpered, “Master-”
For once, it didn’t sound like a mockery.
Himchan’s own cock was aching, straining and tenting against his pants. The prince dropped the pet down onto the bed again, Daehyun gasping for air and immediately beginning to twist against the sheets for some sort of friction against his weeping cock. “What kind of pet,” and Himchan flipped the pet back onto his back, hand tight on his hip and Daehyun made high sound of despair, keening and desperate, as Himchan prevented him from gaining release, “tries to find his own pleasure before his master’s?”
Daehyun just shook his head, back and forth and back and forth in rushed motions, eyes closing shut for a moment before shooting back open as Himchan straddled the pet’s body, sidling up until his crotch was above Daehyun’s face. Himchan slid his cock out of his pants, grabbed the back of Daehyun’s hair, and smiled, “Pet.”
It was an uncomfortable angle for Daehyun-arms tied above his head, but he had to crane his neck upward to get his mouth around Himchan’s cock. Himchan didn’t have him hold that position for long, though, because Himchan wasn’t interested in having the pet suck him.
Himchan wanted to fuck Daehyun’s mouth.
As soon as Daehyun had his lips around the base of Himchan’s cock, Himchan brought his hips forward, snapping in quick, short thrusts into the wet warmth of the pet’s mouth and lips, and Daehyun was gagging and coughing around Himchan’s length in moments. Himchan didn’t let even a second pass by, didn’t spare Daehyun a breath, simply pulled Daehyun into a sitting position by the collar and, with another buck of his hips, motioned harshly for Daehyun to continue.
Normally, whenever he was being taken by the mouth, Himchan’s head would roll back, eyes closing and mouth open with content sighs. Tonight, he didn’t want to miss a single sight-he gazed down, intent with heat spreading across his own cheeks as he watched the pet’s head bob, almost desperately, plush lips swollen red and stretched around Himchan’s cock. There was wetness to be seen glistening just beneath Daehyun’s half-lidded eyes, and for some reason that was what had Himchan cupping Daehyun’s jaw tightly and taking over again, thrusting the few more times he needed to come, pulling out and spurting over Daehyun’s hair and face.
Himchan collapsed back onto his knees, sliding to the side as he caught his breath while Daehyun turned once again, coughing and spitting and gasping for air. The pet’s cock was practically fighting against Daehyun’s stomach, completely hard and throbbing, but surprisingly, this time, Daehyun didn’t even try to roll over and rut against the sheets. Instead, he just lay there, panting, something of a sob-whines and whimpers-sounding achingly from the back of his throat. Himchan’s come was smeared against his hair, cheeks, some of it dripping off the bridge of his nose and onto the blankets.
“I need-can you-I have to-” Daehyun begged, but Himchan simply turned away, reaching over for the pot of oil on the ornate nightstand. If Daehyun was still using personal pronouns to describe what he wanted to happen, if Daehyun still thought that what a pet wanted to happen came before his master, then it was going to be a long night.
Daehyun’s toes were curling into the blankets, legs writhing and bent. Himchan pulled Daehyun by the hips down closer to him, settling the pet’s thighs on either side of Himchan’s waist as Himchan slicked up his fingers generously with the oil. He slipped two straight off into Daehyun, sliding in deep and hooking before Daehyun had time to settle on them. The gasp was more of a broken sob, and Daehyun’s wrists seemed to struggle in the ties, the instinct-one that a pet shouldn’t have-to hold onto Himchan.
Himchan dug the fingers of his other hand into the skin of Daehyun’s thighs, just hard enough to leave light bruises the shape of Himchan’s fingertips against bronze skin. Daehyun’s body was arching, bound hands finding the cloth of the pillowcase and fisting it, as Himchan fucked the pet with his fingers, adding a third and then a fourth. Daehyun’s cock was weeping all over his stomach, dripping precome onto the taut, muscles. The pet had his face turned to the side and buried against his arm, a royal mess with hair sticky with perspiration and come against his face, cheeks heated, skin flushed, eyes too bright and too moist.
Daehyun was meeting every thrust of Himchan’s fingers, hips pleading as they rammed back against Himchan’s fingers sometimes before Himchan’s fingers could even come back in to Daehyun. The pleads and begs coming from Daehyun’s mouth were nonsensical at this point, so heavy with the accent of the coast that Himchan didn’t even understand what he was saying-the words were disjointed, falling out of his mouth in desperate babble.
“If you spoke slower,” Himchan said calmly, despite how he himself was already hard again from just having his fingers inside of Daehyun, “maybe I could understand you and give you what you want.”
“Master,” Daehyun pleaded, as Himchan pulled out his fingers and the pet’s body trembled from the loss of them, “Prince-Highness-Majesty-Master-Master, Master, Master-Master, Prince, please-”
Himchan caught his lips against his own, a kiss to quiet the pet and Daehyun moaned into it, needy and begging as Himchan swept the pet’s mouth harshly with the prince’s tongue, tugging at Daehyun’s full bottom lip as Himchan pulled away. Daehyun breathed in stuttering sobs, watching Himchan warily through hazy eyes as Himchan drew away completely from the pet, standing up and circling around the bed to search for something on the floor. Himchan picked up Daehyun’s ripped, fallen shirt and tore another strip off from the hem. He walked back to the bed, back to Daehyun’s confused and pained expression, and Himchan took Daehyun’s bound wrists in one hand, pulling Daehyun up by the arms.
Daehyun whined at the stretch and pull of his shoulders, at the friction of the blankets against the hypersensitive skin of his ass. His breathing grew louder, hurried and frantic again as he realized what Himchan was doing. The four posts of the prince’s bed were all too far apart for Himchan to tie each of Daehyun’s limbs to one of them, so Himchan settled for tying Daehyun’s bound wrists and arms tightly to one post, just to ensure that the pet couldn’t somehow either reach down to find release or twist around to rut against the sheets.
“Master-” Daehyun choked out, confusion furthered, as Himchan removed his waiting robe from the hook near his desk and swept it around himself. He still had his pants on, and he tied them loosely before knotting the robe’s sash around his waist.
“Bad pets,” Himchan said, as he slid his feet into his slippers and padded towards the double doors of the chamber, “have to wait.” He didn’t turn back to watch Daehyun’s last expression before the prince stepped through the doors and shut them behind himself, locking them securely.
He stood there for a long moment, hands still holding the brass of the door handles, before he sighed and tried not to look down at how his cock jutted out against the soft cotton of the robe. He would have one of his more understandable maids draw him a cold bath, finish a few letters, sign a few documents, have a bit of supper, and then return to see how his pet fared.
The cold bath did absolutely nothing, but Himchan hadn’t really expected it to. He did get two letters done and one document read and signed, but he wasn’t hungry enough to finish the supper that arrived from the kitchens up to his study. He kept a close watch on the time, and as he walked back towards his chambers, he half-expected to just find that Daehyun had somehow managed to arrange his body in some way that he would be able to thrust against the mattress. It wouldn’t take much anyway in the state that he’d left his pet in.
And so, Himchan was rather surprised to find that Daehyun hadn’t taken any measures to find release by himself-or at least, whatever measures Daehyun had taken hadn’t been in any way successful for the pet was still tied up, arms still bound, wrists still locked together, cock throbbing and weeping, infinitely worse than when Himchan had left him. There precome pooling in the small dip where Daehyun’s defined hipbone met muscled stomach, and a sheen of fine sweat coated the pet’s entire body.
When Himchan neared the bed, he could see that Daehyun’s whole form was violently trembling, thighs quaking, and eyes somewhere between utterly fucked out and pained desperation as they took Himchan in. “I thought this might’ve gone away with time,” Himchan commented pleasantly, fingertips grazing over the head of Daehyun’s cock, and Daehyun turned his head and screamed into his arm-muffled and scratchy and hoarse.
“I thought I should’ve put a ring on you,” Himchan said conversationally, reaching up and untying the strip of cloth that held Daehyun’s arms to the post, “but I guess you didn’t need it.” Daehyun fell limp against the bed, incoherent stream of words starting up again as he seemed to curl in towards Himchan, thighs shaking and cock twitching.
“Please,” Daehyun whispered, looking like he meant to bury his face against Himchan’s thigh, but not daring to touch anymore without permission-like a real pet. “Please, Master, please-please, please, please-”
Himchan didn’t touch the binds on Daehyun’s wrist. He simply leaned to the side again, dipping his hand in oil and slicking his own cock up, shedding the robe and his pants completely. “Will you be good from now on?” Himchan said, kneeling on the bed, and shimmying up in between Daehyun’s thighs, settling the pet’s legs around his waist again-Daehyun didn’t seem to dare wrap them around Himchan’s hips the way the pet once arrogantly used to in times past.
“So good-the best-I’ll listen, Master-I’ll be so good-I won’t be bad-please, just please-please-my Prince, please,” Daehyun gasped, as the tip of Himchan’s cock touched the pet’s stretched entrance.
It didn’t take much for either of them.
Himchan wrapped his hand around Daehyun’s cock at the same time that he himself slid in to the hilt inside of the pet. Three pumps of Himchan’s hand and Daehyun was spurting across himself, and yet still meeting every thrust of Himchan’s hips with his own, milking the prince to orgasm short moments afterward.
The prince slumped forward and to the side, eyes closed as his heartbeat thudded loud enough for his own ears, breath stammering as the last waves of pleasure faded. He sat up before he opened his eyes, and once he had, he looked down slowly at Daehyun. The pet’s eyes were glazed over, exhausted and spent, completely fucked and a sticky, sweaty, awful mess.
And yet, the fire in them still burned excruciatingly bright as they gazed up at Himchan.
Himchan knew that there was no way Daehyun was broken-that this little night was in any way similar to what a trainer would have done for months to mold a spirit to only know servitude. The most this had done was taught Daehyun that Himchan knew what to do to get Daehyun to listen and obey. The fact that Daehyun had gotten hard so fast and remained hard for that long simply meant that Himchan had found possibly the most useless punishment he could ever give to his pet because it wasn’t a punishment at all.
“Do you want to clean yourself or do you want to do it in the morning?” Himchan asked, watching Daehyun’s eyelids droop. Most of the come on the pet’s face had either been smeared off by the sweat or wiped off against the sheets during all the writhing Daehyun had done.
“In the morning,” Daehyun yawned, and then, in a sleepy murmur, added, “Master.” His body stretched languidly against the rumpled sheets once before he sat up, making to swing his legs over the edge of the bed before Himchan stopped him with an arm around the waist, yanking him back lightly against the prince’s chest.
“Where’re you going?” Himchan asked, eyebrows furrowing.
Daehyun raised his eyebrows, as cool as the pet seemed to be able to manage with beads of Himchan’s come still in his hair, sweat gathering on his body, oil and come-both his own and Himchan’s-dripping down his thighs and ass. “To bed,” Daehyun said plainly.
“Sleep here,” Himchan said, and didn’t let go.
Daehyun cocked his head to the side and at that moment Himchan knew the prince would never be able to bring himself to truly break Daehyun even if he could. “I thought good pets slept on the floor,” Daehyun said, smile sincere and sarcastic all at once, “and I promised I’d be good.”
“Good pets do what their masters order them without talking back,” Himchan said, and for some reason, he smiled back at Daehyun’s mildly puzzled blink. The prince leaned in to press their mouths together, gentle and warm and the first kiss of this kind that he’d ever shared with his pet. “You were good tonight,” Himchan whispered, lips still lightly against Daehyun’s as they drew apart slowly. Daehyun’s eyes were still closed as Himchan’s fingers lingered against the pet’s jaw.
Daehyun’s expression was still slightly wary as he flopped down, slipping his body beneath the blankets and curling up in the middle of the bed, but as soon as Himchan laid down beside him, the pet’s body slid over until it was pressed against Himchan’s. The pet’s head rested itself against Himchan’s chest and the prince wrapped one arm around Daehyun’s waist, silently wrinkling his nose at how sweaty they both were.
The sheets might have to be thrown out tomorrow.