Mod Post: Round 3 Lightning Drabble Round (Open to Everyone!)

[almostblue]

Hello!

The mod team (roebling and myself, almostblue) just want to say again that we are so incredibly grateful to everyone who has written, read, and commented for this third round of TBB. Thank you for your time and effort and talent! It's been amazing to see so much great enthusiasm and energy

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[akmongs]

part 2/2

Junhong strips and crawls on the bed. He arches his back like a cat and spreads his knees eagerly for his Master, ass in the air.

Youngjae stretches him with care, opening him up with four of his fingers, taking him on the edge, right where he wants him.

“Young-- Master,” Junhong begs, “please Master, please, my prince-- please.”

Youngjae fucks him slowly, deliberately, holding Junhong’s wrists crossed at the small of his back. Something akin to a rush of adrenaline makes him hook two fingers in the collar and pull. Junhong moans and gasps and chokes beautifully, back arched and head thrown back, scrambling for balance on his knees. Youngjae hovers over him to kiss him and Junhong whines in his mouth - tiny, broken moans - bent backwards, and if the pet weren’t so flexible this position would be impossible.

He comes buried deep inside Junhong, hand wrapped possessively around his neck and biting the corner of Junhong’s mouth. Junhong’s whimpering, muscles spasming and eyes rolling back. Youngjae counts one breath and lets go, holds the pet around his torso before he collapses. Junhong comes in waves, air rushing back into his lungs, black spots dotting his vision.

Youngjae helps him stretch and roll on his back, cleans him up with a damp towel and holds him until Junhong promises he’s okay.

“A Master shall not have to clean up his pet,” Junhong protests half-heartedly. He’s lying on his back, Youngjae’s head on his shoulder.

“A pet shall not sleep in his Master’s bed, but you often seem to forget this norm of Pet Etiquette,” Youngjae says, grinning. Junhong laughs loudly.

He rolls on top of Youngjae, arms on both sides of his head.

“Have you missed me?” he whispers, stealing a kiss.

“Deeply,” Youngjae whispers back, “Have you, my love?”

“Every day, Master.”

There is never hesitation in Junhong’s words when he speaks. He does it proudly, like loving Youngjae is the most obvious thing he’s ever done.

One particular rule concerns the role of a Master. Masters can not fall in love with their pets.

Youngjae has never minded breaking certain rules.