First Go Round [JongTae Oneshot]
Title: First Go Round.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: JongTae.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: 2,821 words.
Summary: Jonghyun is constantly forgetting his place and position. He has someone to remind him though, even when Jonghyun has decided to break all the rules to get what he really wants.
He’s fast asleep, his sleeping figure beyond tempting to touch in the eyes of the man watching him. He’s twice as beautiful when he’s sleeping, especially now that he’s dyed his hair back to black; his smooth milky skin stands out even more and his features look sharper. On the other hand, it’s probably just because he’s actually at peace. The thought made the male on the floor whimper. He’s always causing trouble for his master, but he can’t help it. Despite his actual age, his curiosity and playfulness always get the best of him. That, and he isn’t too good with actually doing what he’s told. It’s not as if he has ever refused or that he doesn’t understand; instead, he is just really awful at following directions. He’s already come to the realization that his face had to be what had gotten him sold in the first place. He remembers the man that purchased him saying that he was a “good type.” The man that had purchased him wasn’t even his master though; he’s just related to the man that would become his new owner.
A couple of years has passed since he first arrived and Jonghyun is still far from capable of doing what he’s told. Simple commands he seems to handle pretty well, but anything beyond “sit” and “lie down” don’t connect the same. His main problem is the command “no.” Under certain circumstances, he finds it easy to follow; in other cases, not so much. Like now, for instance, how he’s kneeling at the side of his master’s bed, hands curled at the edge. He’s not supposed to be this close, at least not today. Not with the way he’s been disobeying so many orders lately that he was even banned from sleeping in the bed for a while. It’s not his fault he’s needy. He wants to cuddle while his master’s working. He wants to shove his master’s plate on the floor because the food is taking forever to disappear and he wants to lie his head in his master’s lap for petting. He wants to spoon his master while he’s sleeping because there’s no chance his master is going to do that for him. He wants his master to touch him but that hasn’t happened once. It’s not fair that his master tells him that he can’t touch himself when there’s no one else to touch him.
Jonghyun’s need is getting the worst of him tonight because all he can dream about is his master. He wonders if master likes to give or take. Either would be fine with Jonghyun because at least the young man would be touching him. He whimpers again as the images that played on repeat while he was trying to sleep begin to play through his thoughts again. His master shifts under the sheets and Jonghyun bites his bottom lip, worried that he’ll wake him. He doesn’t know the kind of punishment that’ll result and he’s too scared to take chances. It’s gotten to the point where he’s worried he’ll be given away or at least to the man who purchased him. He doesn’t want to leave though. He wants to stay. Jonghyun likes this master. This man was his first master and he doesn’t want anyone else. He really, really doesn’t.
He whimpers again and his eyes grow wide when his master rolls over. He’s facing Jonghyun again and Jonghyun has to resist the urge to reach out and touch his face. He wants to kiss those full lips because he’s pretty sure they’re soft and taste good; he can smell the mint from his master having brushed before going to bed. He grips at the sheets and leans in to steal a quick taste. His heart skips a beat but, thankfully, his master isn’t woken up. His breath is trembling now and his heart won’t calm down. That little stunt he just pulled didn’t help a thing. He wants to taste more. Jonghyun wants so much more.
He crawls into the bed, thankful that it’s big enough for his considerably muscular frame to slip in without too much trouble. He pulls back the covers and a pale chest is uncovered. He could’ve sworn his master went to bed with a shirt on, the same shirt he finds tossed and lost under the sheets as he continues to peel them away. He literally paws at his master until the male is lying on his back. Jonghyun needs easier access to get to what he’s hoping to get. He settles his weight over his master’s hips and drops his head to kiss over the pale skin. He keeps his touch light as his hands roam the smooth, exposed skin while he drags his lips down toward a nipple. He lets his teeth catch it just because he’s curious. His master lets out a soft groan and it’s the first that Jonghyun’s ever heard. This encourages him to the point where he forgets how much trouble this could possibly get him in. He does it again, this time to the other dark nub, and his master’s chest is arching toward him. Another one of those groans slips out as well, making Jonghyun want more.
He kisses up his master’s shoulders, making sure to leave a trail on both, as he makes his way to his owner’s neck. He eagerly sucks at the adam’s apple and finds himself enjoying the soft, breathy sounds that he’s rewarded with. He pulls away, planning to kiss his master’s lips and get a second taste, but he’s interrupted by the fingers in his hair. The grip is ridiculously tight and he’s pretty sure there are nails scraping over his scalp. He’s trying to tilt his head back so the pain isn’t as bad but, although it relieves the pain of the tugging, the nails are able to dig even deeper.
“You little shit,” his master whispers in his ear, emphasizing each word; it’s a harsh, cold tone that sends a shiver down Jonghyun’s spine in the worst way, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Taemin, I-“
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
Jonghyun hates to admit it but when his master is upset, there’s something in his voice that starts a riot in the back of his head that makes it hard to focus. With the sleep presently mixed in, Jonghyun’s head is a mess.
“I catch you playing with yourself in my bed earlier and now you think it’s fucking okay to grind your nasty slut ass on me while I sleep?”
Taemin sits up and grips Jonghyun’s collar, holding on to the bit that’s left loose so that the pet can breathe. A faint pink colors Jonghyun’s cheeks and his master only narrows his eyes. Dark orbs are cutting into his pet and said man feels it fuel the twisting of the coil that’s long been settled in his lower abdomen.
“Should I let you explain yourself? Or just punish you now? I should probably make you sleep outside or something since you can’t seem to learn your fucking lesson with the privilege of being indoors.”
Jonghyun quickly shakes his head. His heart is still beating quickly but it slows down a bit when his master doesn’t make a mention of getting rid of him. “M-Master, please-please, let me explain…”
“I didn’t say you could talk. I’ll tell you when you can speak, you shit. You were banned from that just like you were banned from looking at me and even coming near me.”
The pet looks down. Well, he tries to. The grip on his hair tightens and he’s forced to look at his master again, unable to break the gaze. His hands ball up against his master’s chest, his eyes silently begging while his hips rut against the man under him again. He can’t find it in himself to stop. He needs this. He needs to be touched. But there’s some part of him repeatedly telling him that it’s not going to happen.
Jonghyun’s side meets the hardwood floor of Taemin’s room and the latter peers over the edge of the bed at him, moving from under the sheets to get a better look. His room is ill-lit with the curtains to the windows down and now only the light of the bedside lamp illuminating everything. Jonghyun’s usually round eyes seem wider as he looks up at him, appearing as if he’s prepared to cry. Taemin tilts his head, his black locks spewed all over the top of his head and, thanks to the lighting, Jonghyun can’t view it as anything else besides sex hair. He whimpers and crawls closer, giving his master the impression that he really has a thing for punishment because he can’t listen for shit. Taemin lets him do as he pleases for now to see how far he’s planning to disobey him. His thoughts are all but shut down completely when his pet begins to paw at his crotch through his pajama pants. His eyebrows furrow together and Jonghyun looks up at him, asking for permission. His master spreads his legs for him and Jonghyun settles between them, back on his knees with his eyes focused and pupils blown. Jonghyun nuzzles the crease of his master’s bare hip while the gentle brushing of his knuckles continues to drag over what he hopes to be his prize at the end of all this.
Taemin grips his chin, hard, and forces him to look up at him, “Are you a virgin?”
Jonghyun’s cheeks are shading darker than before as he nods, “Is…Is ma-master a virgin?”
Said male just hums and drops his grip, keeping his eyes on his pet - who is silently growing more excited as he feels his master hardening under his touch. Jonghyun starts nosing over his crotch, the heat and hardness forming under the fabric growing easier and easier to feel.
Taemin chuckles darkly before pushing his pet back, lifting his hips from the bed and tugging down his pants, allowing his boxers to glide down along with. His fingers curl around the base of his length.
“Is this what you want,” his master taunts with sleep still thick in his voice.
Jonghyun barely lets him get the question out before he’s crawling back to him, trying to flick his tongue at the mushroom head. He whines when it’s pulled away from him and parts his lips when the tip is tapped against them. If he has to be patient to get it in his mouth, then he will. That much he can do right. He wants to please his master and, if this is the only way that he can, then it’s something that he will give his all.
The breathy moan from before is a much deeper sound when his master is actually awake. The head is past his lips now and his tongue is swirling and coating it thoroughly in his saliva. He imagined that his master probably tasted good but this is even better than he expected. He moans simply as a reaction to being allowed to have more. He’s getting hard again and the little voice in the back of his head is worried that if he starts dripping on the floor that he’s going to get in a lot more trouble. That would mean the fun would be over. He grips himself as if that would stop him from growing harder or anymore turned on. It’s futile and the movement captures his master’s attention.
“You were playing with yourself earlier. If you want me so badly, why don’t you prep yourself while you suck me off? Horny bitch.”
The twitch in Jonghyun’s cock doesn’t go unnoticed. Taemin chuckles as he makes a mental note: Jonghyun likes to be called degrading names. His pet slips away from him with a surprisingly loud wet pop and goes to search for his special little bottle of lotion. He goes a bit frantic when he can’t find it. Taemin chuckles and tosses a bottle about the same size into his lap.
“My brother suggested this. I wasn’t planning on using it on you but I guess I have no other choice at this point.”
The small bottle is full of scented lube. When Jonghyun pops the cap, he’s immediately greeted with a strawberry scent that makes him a bit giddy and even more excited. He gets himself out of the boxers he has on, all that’s left from the actual pajama set that he’d been wearing earlier. After pouring some of the strawberry-scented liquid over his fingers, he gets back to his knees, curving his back so his coated fingers have easy access to his entrance. He uses his other hand to stroke himself, not minding it dry, for now, since he stops only after a few because he really doesn’t want to start leaking onto the floor. He doesn’t want to take a chance on anything ruining this for him, because it may never happen again.
He’s got his master’s cock buried deep in his throat and he’s more than happy to choke around it. His eyes are watering as he adds another finger like he’s told; he’s up to three now and he’s twitching hard against his grasp.
“I think your ass is ready. Take your fingers out and hand me the lube.”
Jonghyun is hesitant but he eventually does what he’s told, dropping his hands into his lap as he awaits his next command. His eyes grow hungry and his muscles are already clenching in anticipation as his master lubes up his cock. Taemin sets the bottle on his nightstand and leisurely strokes his manhood as he slides back, resting his back against the headboard.
“Come on. Show me how hungry your fucking ass is, you cockslut.”
His thighs tremble as he gets himself to stand. His body is too anxious and too excited for this. He gets pulled by his leash when he’s moving too slowly, his master tugging harder once he’s on the bed. Jonghyun moves faster and does as he’s guided. Taemin keeps a hold on the leash while he holds his erect cock in position for Jonghyun to lower himself. It’s now or never.
Jonghyun’s hips drop down and he releases a beautifully wanton moan. Taemin chuckles, biting back a sound of his own. He rolls his hips up and that simple movement has Jonghyun shuddering hard. This is so much better than everything he’d imagined. The stretch burns but the pet refuses to let anything get in his way. Taemin’s hands settle on his hips and he gives a few more thrusts up, taking notice to the way Jonghyun is repeatedly clenching around him. He looks like he’s going to cry again and Taemin adds another mental note, this time regarding the fact that one day he really wants to make Jonghyun cry from pleasure alone.
Their hips are meeting in a pattern and at a pace that has Jonghyun’s mouth hanging wide open as he turns his pleasure into beautiful melodies. Taemin’s got a smirk on his lips that doesn’t fade with any of his thrusts or any of his grunts and groans. The master is drawing closer to his climax and when a particularly hard thrust has his fuck-toy screaming out for him, he gets the man to his back, pounding harder and deeper into him at just the right angle.
Jonghyun grips at the sheets after his sweaty back meets them and sticks to him. He tries to ease the pain in his throbbing erection, eager for release, only to have his hand smacked away. He whimpers and the sound makes his master’s cock twitch inside him. His back arches and curves as his master repeatedly drives into him and whatever that bundle of nerves is inside of him that’s got him seeing stars. He opts for wrapping his arms around his master’s neck. When their gazes meet, he silently begs for a kiss and that’s exactly what he gets. With a few more sharp thrusts, he releases over their torsos untouched. He cries out louder and clings tighter to his master as the thrusts get more erratic and harder. He clenches as much as he can with his body worn out already from the pleasure high. Thankfully, it’s enough to have his insides painted and filled. He chokes on his moan and his body finally relaxes into the sheets. His master gazes down at him, out of breath and just as sweaty before he plants another kiss to his lips.
“Congratulations, slut. We just discovered what you’re really good at.”
Jonghyun blushes hard, burying his face in the crook of his master’s neck and nosing at it. He’s far from sated but as least he knows he’s not such a useless pet to his master.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: JongTae.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: 2,821 words.
Summary: Jonghyun is constantly forgetting his place and position. He has someone to remind him though, even when Jonghyun has decided to break all the rules to get what he really wants.
He’s fast asleep, his sleeping figure beyond tempting to touch in the eyes of the man watching him. He’s twice as beautiful when he’s sleeping, especially now that he’s dyed his hair back to black; his smooth milky skin stands out even more and his features look sharper. On the other hand, it’s probably just because he’s actually at peace. The thought made the male on the floor whimper. He’s always causing trouble for his master, but he can’t help it. Despite his actual age, his curiosity and playfulness always get the best of him. That, and he isn’t too good with actually doing what he’s told. It’s not as if he has ever refused or that he doesn’t understand; instead, he is just really awful at following directions. He’s already come to the realization that his face had to be what had gotten him sold in the first place. He remembers the man that purchased him saying that he was a “good type.” The man that had purchased him wasn’t even his master though; he’s just related to the man that would become his new owner.
A couple of years has passed since he first arrived and Jonghyun is still far from capable of doing what he’s told. Simple commands he seems to handle pretty well, but anything beyond “sit” and “lie down” don’t connect the same. His main problem is the command “no.” Under certain circumstances, he finds it easy to follow; in other cases, not so much. Like now, for instance, how he’s kneeling at the side of his master’s bed, hands curled at the edge. He’s not supposed to be this close, at least not today. Not with the way he’s been disobeying so many orders lately that he was even banned from sleeping in the bed for a while. It’s not his fault he’s needy. He wants to cuddle while his master’s working. He wants to shove his master’s plate on the floor because the food is taking forever to disappear and he wants to lie his head in his master’s lap for petting. He wants to spoon his master while he’s sleeping because there’s no chance his master is going to do that for him. He wants his master to touch him but that hasn’t happened once. It’s not fair that his master tells him that he can’t touch himself when there’s no one else to touch him.
Jonghyun’s need is getting the worst of him tonight because all he can dream about is his master. He wonders if master likes to give or take. Either would be fine with Jonghyun because at least the young man would be touching him. He whimpers again as the images that played on repeat while he was trying to sleep begin to play through his thoughts again. His master shifts under the sheets and Jonghyun bites his bottom lip, worried that he’ll wake him. He doesn’t know the kind of punishment that’ll result and he’s too scared to take chances. It’s gotten to the point where he’s worried he’ll be given away or at least to the man who purchased him. He doesn’t want to leave though. He wants to stay. Jonghyun likes this master. This man was his first master and he doesn’t want anyone else. He really, really doesn’t.
He whimpers again and his eyes grow wide when his master rolls over. He’s facing Jonghyun again and Jonghyun has to resist the urge to reach out and touch his face. He wants to kiss those full lips because he’s pretty sure they’re soft and taste good; he can smell the mint from his master having brushed before going to bed. He grips at the sheets and leans in to steal a quick taste. His heart skips a beat but, thankfully, his master isn’t woken up. His breath is trembling now and his heart won’t calm down. That little stunt he just pulled didn’t help a thing. He wants to taste more. Jonghyun wants so much more.
He crawls into the bed, thankful that it’s big enough for his considerably muscular frame to slip in without too much trouble. He pulls back the covers and a pale chest is uncovered. He could’ve sworn his master went to bed with a shirt on, the same shirt he finds tossed and lost under the sheets as he continues to peel them away. He literally paws at his master until the male is lying on his back. Jonghyun needs easier access to get to what he’s hoping to get. He settles his weight over his master’s hips and drops his head to kiss over the pale skin. He keeps his touch light as his hands roam the smooth, exposed skin while he drags his lips down toward a nipple. He lets his teeth catch it just because he’s curious. His master lets out a soft groan and it’s the first that Jonghyun’s ever heard. This encourages him to the point where he forgets how much trouble this could possibly get him in. He does it again, this time to the other dark nub, and his master’s chest is arching toward him. Another one of those groans slips out as well, making Jonghyun want more.
He kisses up his master’s shoulders, making sure to leave a trail on both, as he makes his way to his owner’s neck. He eagerly sucks at the adam’s apple and finds himself enjoying the soft, breathy sounds that he’s rewarded with. He pulls away, planning to kiss his master’s lips and get a second taste, but he’s interrupted by the fingers in his hair. The grip is ridiculously tight and he’s pretty sure there are nails scraping over his scalp. He’s trying to tilt his head back so the pain isn’t as bad but, although it relieves the pain of the tugging, the nails are able to dig even deeper.
“You little shit,” his master whispers in his ear, emphasizing each word; it’s a harsh, cold tone that sends a shiver down Jonghyun’s spine in the worst way, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Taemin, I-“
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
Jonghyun hates to admit it but when his master is upset, there’s something in his voice that starts a riot in the back of his head that makes it hard to focus. With the sleep presently mixed in, Jonghyun’s head is a mess.
“I catch you playing with yourself in my bed earlier and now you think it’s fucking okay to grind your nasty slut ass on me while I sleep?”
Taemin sits up and grips Jonghyun’s collar, holding on to the bit that’s left loose so that the pet can breathe. A faint pink colors Jonghyun’s cheeks and his master only narrows his eyes. Dark orbs are cutting into his pet and said man feels it fuel the twisting of the coil that’s long been settled in his lower abdomen.
“Should I let you explain yourself? Or just punish you now? I should probably make you sleep outside or something since you can’t seem to learn your fucking lesson with the privilege of being indoors.”
Jonghyun quickly shakes his head. His heart is still beating quickly but it slows down a bit when his master doesn’t make a mention of getting rid of him. “M-Master, please-please, let me explain…”
“I didn’t say you could talk. I’ll tell you when you can speak, you shit. You were banned from that just like you were banned from looking at me and even coming near me.”
The pet looks down. Well, he tries to. The grip on his hair tightens and he’s forced to look at his master again, unable to break the gaze. His hands ball up against his master’s chest, his eyes silently begging while his hips rut against the man under him again. He can’t find it in himself to stop. He needs this. He needs to be touched. But there’s some part of him repeatedly telling him that it’s not going to happen.
Jonghyun’s side meets the hardwood floor of Taemin’s room and the latter peers over the edge of the bed at him, moving from under the sheets to get a better look. His room is ill-lit with the curtains to the windows down and now only the light of the bedside lamp illuminating everything. Jonghyun’s usually round eyes seem wider as he looks up at him, appearing as if he’s prepared to cry. Taemin tilts his head, his black locks spewed all over the top of his head and, thanks to the lighting, Jonghyun can’t view it as anything else besides sex hair. He whimpers and crawls closer, giving his master the impression that he really has a thing for punishment because he can’t listen for shit. Taemin lets him do as he pleases for now to see how far he’s planning to disobey him. His thoughts are all but shut down completely when his pet begins to paw at his crotch through his pajama pants. His eyebrows furrow together and Jonghyun looks up at him, asking for permission. His master spreads his legs for him and Jonghyun settles between them, back on his knees with his eyes focused and pupils blown. Jonghyun nuzzles the crease of his master’s bare hip while the gentle brushing of his knuckles continues to drag over what he hopes to be his prize at the end of all this.
Taemin grips his chin, hard, and forces him to look up at him, “Are you a virgin?”
Jonghyun’s cheeks are shading darker than before as he nods, “Is…Is ma-master a virgin?”
Said male just hums and drops his grip, keeping his eyes on his pet - who is silently growing more excited as he feels his master hardening under his touch. Jonghyun starts nosing over his crotch, the heat and hardness forming under the fabric growing easier and easier to feel.
Taemin chuckles darkly before pushing his pet back, lifting his hips from the bed and tugging down his pants, allowing his boxers to glide down along with. His fingers curl around the base of his length.
“Is this what you want,” his master taunts with sleep still thick in his voice.
Jonghyun barely lets him get the question out before he’s crawling back to him, trying to flick his tongue at the mushroom head. He whines when it’s pulled away from him and parts his lips when the tip is tapped against them. If he has to be patient to get it in his mouth, then he will. That much he can do right. He wants to please his master and, if this is the only way that he can, then it’s something that he will give his all.
The breathy moan from before is a much deeper sound when his master is actually awake. The head is past his lips now and his tongue is swirling and coating it thoroughly in his saliva. He imagined that his master probably tasted good but this is even better than he expected. He moans simply as a reaction to being allowed to have more. He’s getting hard again and the little voice in the back of his head is worried that if he starts dripping on the floor that he’s going to get in a lot more trouble. That would mean the fun would be over. He grips himself as if that would stop him from growing harder or anymore turned on. It’s futile and the movement captures his master’s attention.
“You were playing with yourself earlier. If you want me so badly, why don’t you prep yourself while you suck me off? Horny bitch.”
The twitch in Jonghyun’s cock doesn’t go unnoticed. Taemin chuckles as he makes a mental note: Jonghyun likes to be called degrading names. His pet slips away from him with a surprisingly loud wet pop and goes to search for his special little bottle of lotion. He goes a bit frantic when he can’t find it. Taemin chuckles and tosses a bottle about the same size into his lap.
“My brother suggested this. I wasn’t planning on using it on you but I guess I have no other choice at this point.”
The small bottle is full of scented lube. When Jonghyun pops the cap, he’s immediately greeted with a strawberry scent that makes him a bit giddy and even more excited. He gets himself out of the boxers he has on, all that’s left from the actual pajama set that he’d been wearing earlier. After pouring some of the strawberry-scented liquid over his fingers, he gets back to his knees, curving his back so his coated fingers have easy access to his entrance. He uses his other hand to stroke himself, not minding it dry, for now, since he stops only after a few because he really doesn’t want to start leaking onto the floor. He doesn’t want to take a chance on anything ruining this for him, because it may never happen again.
He’s got his master’s cock buried deep in his throat and he’s more than happy to choke around it. His eyes are watering as he adds another finger like he’s told; he’s up to three now and he’s twitching hard against his grasp.
“I think your ass is ready. Take your fingers out and hand me the lube.”
Jonghyun is hesitant but he eventually does what he’s told, dropping his hands into his lap as he awaits his next command. His eyes grow hungry and his muscles are already clenching in anticipation as his master lubes up his cock. Taemin sets the bottle on his nightstand and leisurely strokes his manhood as he slides back, resting his back against the headboard.
“Come on. Show me how hungry your fucking ass is, you cockslut.”
His thighs tremble as he gets himself to stand. His body is too anxious and too excited for this. He gets pulled by his leash when he’s moving too slowly, his master tugging harder once he’s on the bed. Jonghyun moves faster and does as he’s guided. Taemin keeps a hold on the leash while he holds his erect cock in position for Jonghyun to lower himself. It’s now or never.
Jonghyun’s hips drop down and he releases a beautifully wanton moan. Taemin chuckles, biting back a sound of his own. He rolls his hips up and that simple movement has Jonghyun shuddering hard. This is so much better than everything he’d imagined. The stretch burns but the pet refuses to let anything get in his way. Taemin’s hands settle on his hips and he gives a few more thrusts up, taking notice to the way Jonghyun is repeatedly clenching around him. He looks like he’s going to cry again and Taemin adds another mental note, this time regarding the fact that one day he really wants to make Jonghyun cry from pleasure alone.
Their hips are meeting in a pattern and at a pace that has Jonghyun’s mouth hanging wide open as he turns his pleasure into beautiful melodies. Taemin’s got a smirk on his lips that doesn’t fade with any of his thrusts or any of his grunts and groans. The master is drawing closer to his climax and when a particularly hard thrust has his fuck-toy screaming out for him, he gets the man to his back, pounding harder and deeper into him at just the right angle.
Jonghyun grips at the sheets after his sweaty back meets them and sticks to him. He tries to ease the pain in his throbbing erection, eager for release, only to have his hand smacked away. He whimpers and the sound makes his master’s cock twitch inside him. His back arches and curves as his master repeatedly drives into him and whatever that bundle of nerves is inside of him that’s got him seeing stars. He opts for wrapping his arms around his master’s neck. When their gazes meet, he silently begs for a kiss and that’s exactly what he gets. With a few more sharp thrusts, he releases over their torsos untouched. He cries out louder and clings tighter to his master as the thrusts get more erratic and harder. He clenches as much as he can with his body worn out already from the pleasure high. Thankfully, it’s enough to have his insides painted and filled. He chokes on his moan and his body finally relaxes into the sheets. His master gazes down at him, out of breath and just as sweaty before he plants another kiss to his lips.
“Congratulations, slut. We just discovered what you’re really good at.”
Jonghyun blushes hard, burying his face in the crook of his master’s neck and nosing at it. He’s far from sated but as least he knows he’s not such a useless pet to his master.