Happy Holidays! +fic
Wow it's been so long since fic that I don't even know how to make an entry.
I wanted to share lots of love in form of stories for the holidays.
Title: Binding secret 1/?
Author: twisted_ream
Pairing: BangHim
Rating: R
Warnings: mild bondage, humiliation
Word count: 2790
Summary: Himchan mistakenly trusts Yongguk and they start going down a path of thrilling acts, more dangerous as they go deeper into the fascination of fetishes.
Notes: You know, the usual, except trying something a bit different. Inspired by um, gay porn. I don' even know, they just seemed like the types of guys to do this. Thanks plenty for the beta philthebob.
"Himchan-sshi? Will you help me with my school work?"
It isn't really school work when Yongguk takes only one course about war online but Himchan doesn't bother to argue. The leader enjoys researching and learning new things.
"Sure, I'm happy to help."
He follows Yongguk to their bedroom and wonders why they can't do it in the kitchen where the others are hanging out.
"You trust me, right?" Yongguk asks.
Himchan nods immediately in answer but then Yongguk takes a hold of his hands and puts something cold on his wrists. Himchan jumps backwards against the door in shock and he tries to pull his hands apart but the steel handcuffs around his wrists stop him.
"Handcuffs? What the fuck, Bang?"
Yongguk looks back like it's nothing special and he takes Himchan's hands, giving the blond no time to react. He lifts them up and links the cuffs with another pair that he secures on a workout bar high on the door frame. Himchan remains surprisingly calm, maybe just so he doesn’t make the leader mad. It was all planned, Himchan thinks.
With a small, warm smile, Yongguk informs him, "For my next assignment, I wanted to specialize in torture methods. How people got prisoners to talk back then..."
On a nearby table he sets up equipment that Himchan can't yet identify but the fact that he knows how thorough Yongguk can get with his research terrifies him.
"And you seemed like the kind of person that is hiding something from me."
Himchan starts to panic but tries not to show it. He has secrets that he’s never shared with anyone but Yongguk’s always the one he trusts the rest of his secrets with. He's never known this unusual side of him and Himchan can't predict his actions anymore. With a quiet voice he thinks out loud, "I thought we were friends."
Yongguk smiles again and Himchan is utterly confused. His expression makes it all seem alright somehow even though Yongguk’s locked him up and is moving too close for comfort.
"Silly Himchan. I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you want me to."
Himchan raises his brows in disbelief while trying to remain calm, think of a reason for the leader’s change of mood, and negotiate, "What do you mean? Are you sick in the head?"
"I'm not sure you should be talking to me like that right now. I've been watching you for a while. The things you do," Yongguk presses his body against Himchan lightly, at ease, trying to show him he won't do any harm, while they keep their gazes connected, "pressing against things, pressing against me whenever you have the chance, spending time near the hot stove until you sweat, scratching your itches until they nearly bleed, clawing at walls when you get ready for bed, leaving marks."
"Wh-..." Himchan begins to argue with him but he knows what Yongguk is talking about and it's better to admit what he's done. Instead he tries to reason with the man he thought he knew. "Why have you been watching me?"
"Well, let's just say I've been curious. And this project gives me the perfect excuse to find some things out."
Yongguk steps back and takes a pair of scissors into his hand. He watches as Himchan's eyes open wide but not purely out of fear. No matter how privately Himchan thinks he’s managed his business, Yongguk must’ve succeeded in paying close attention to his behavior. It’s not the way Himchan wants the truth to come out. He swallows hard.
"One point proven?" Yongguk laughs a little, oddly charmingly despite the fact that he’s nearly threatening his handcuffed friend, and he walks close to him again. He lifts up Himchan's shirt and places the scissors just a little under it so that he can feel only a bit of the steel against his skin. Himchan presses against the door, trying to avoid the contact. He doesn’t want Yongguk to find out his weakness so soon but he can’t help it. The cold steel makes his hair stand out on end and his body buckles a little in an attempt to feel more. Himchan’s face turns red.
"I like this shirt and I know you like it too, and you wouldn't want me to cut it. But I think what you would like even more, is to feel these blades against you. Don’t you agree?"
Himchan keeps his mouth closed and bites his lip, afraid that the moan he's holding in would let Yongguk know how badly he already wants it. The situation is completely new for both of them and Himchan feels like a wreck from the start.
Yongguk grabs onto his shirt and starts cutting it. Himchan watches his hands and the blades closely and Yongguk makes sure that he doesn't miss any of it. Not a minute passes by when Himchan instinctively groans and regrets it instantly. He gasps as if he could take it back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"You're fine. You don't have to be ashamed. Just let go. You're safe in my hands."
"That's what I'm worried about," Himchan mutters, embarrassed, looking into Yongguk’s eyes. He wants Yongguk to stop because he's too scared he’ll make another whimpering noise or worse. He’s never understood it but the fear of going too far, beyond his control, has often made him fairly aroused.
Yongguk stops and rests the chilling steel blades against the blond man's chest. He watches Himchan twitch his body to fight the cold and Yongguk is amazed that so much is revealed when he hasn't even truly begun. Himchan closes his eyes and gulps, frowning in worry at how it’s all going to play out. He wants to know what’s going on but at the same time he wishes he doesn’t.
"Don't worry. Although you better be quiet if you don't want the others to find out about this."
Yongguk cuts the rest of the shirt and moves the fabric aside. He sighs as he sees Himchan's nipples hardened and he sighs feeling sorry for a moment. He puts the scissors into his pants pocket and replaces the cold steel with his warm fingers. He flicks at Himchan’s nipples and looks up at him to see if he’s sensitive, and Himchan jumps at the touch of the right one. "Are you turned on by this?"
Himchan doesn't speak. He doesn’t want to break. He only whimpers and writhes his body against Yongguk's touch, unwillingly, trying to get through it, biting his lip like he always does when he’s unsure or just about losing control. He wants to know why Yongguk’s doing it, why he’s pleasuring his best friend without restrictions, without a look of remorse. Yongguk has never shown interest in men and surely never looked at him like that. Himchan’s body is red out of embarrassment and Yongguk's piercing, honest eyes are starting to be too much for him to look at.
Yongguk just sneers and asks him again, "Are you turned on because I'm the one doing it?"
Himchan freezes and looks into his eyes, realising too late that his abrupt stare might give him away. He is blindly turned on and Yongguk’s deep gaze is making it worse. He gets a chance to focus when Yongguk is too fascinated by how the blond's body reacts. Himchan counter-attacks with pretense hiding his uncertain voice, "How would you know that? You don't know what I think about when I masturbate. You don’t know what kind of a boy or girl I like or even if I like boys! You're thinking too highly of yourself, Bang Yong Guk."
Yongguk twists Himchan's nipple hard before raising his hand to play with his platinum hair and seeing him sweat already. Himchan lets out a muffled groan and for a moment he forgets how to breathe.
"You don’t need to have a preference in order to be attracted to someone. Maybe the shirt was the wrong thing to cut. You're thinking too highly of yourself, Himchan, when I'm the one with the scissors," Yongguk speaks playfully. He loves the distraught look on Himchan’s face. Something so innocent could be so easily tarnished.
He sees Himchan in a cold sweat, looking at him, terrified, eyes gleaming with regret. Yongguk is surprised that his friend would think that about him and he lowers his hand to stroke Himchan's cheek, telling him, "I would never do that. I wouldn't. No."
He relaxes and smiles at how Himchan has reacted to his new found character trait. But Yongguk has only Himchan to thank for it. He speaks softly against Himchan's wary face, "Let me tell you something, though. I have this theory. You have these urges that you can't suppress by sweating it off or feeling pain. You say it's an accident when you press against me or you provoke me to drive you against something. And when you claw your fingers deep into something, it's always after a conversation with me. You can't escape that feeling because I'm always going to be around and I won’t know a thing about it unless you tell me."
He looks up and sees Himchan clawing so tight at his restraints that his hands are red and knuckles white. Yongguk snorts smugly and looks down between them. Himchan is all too quiet as if he’s given up and Yongguk wants to hear him so he opens his pants and sees the hard curve of Himchan's red briefs.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," the blond apologizes for his erection and Yongguk swears to himself that there’s a slight smile on Himchan’s face and that he’s lying. Himchan is the pervert one, not him, even though he’s the one in charge now. Yongguk looks into his eyes, intrigued by the apology. He strokes Himchan’s platinum hair again before lowering his hand and touching the bulge. Himchan finally moans without holding back and he wriggles his body, trying to fight it. Yongguk keeps his gaze on him.
"There. I could listen to that all day. You don't want that though, do you?"
Himchan answers hesitantly, too driven by his emotions to look into any specific direction, his thoughts spinning, his voice only a whisper, "No."
He wants to tell Yongguk what he’s after but his body feels something he's never felt before, his mind distraught. He wants to know if it's all for the project and Yongguk's pretending or if he really means what he says, but Himchan loses track of his thoughts when Yongguk touches him again.
"Wow, you're rock hard. Wouldn't have guessed that," Yongguk smiles again, somehow sure of everything.
Not daring to look straight back at him, Himchan manages to whimper, "Why are you touching me?"
Yongguk moves back to look at him and marvels at the sight of him before leaning close again, but this time not breaking eye contact. "I simply want to know if it’s me you think about when jerking off."
He starts to massage Himchan through the briefs and tells him how lovely he looks when he's embarrassed. Himchan wants to enjoy it but he won’t until he knows for sure that Yongguk isn’t playing with him.
There's nowhere else to look but Yongguk's fiery eyes when he's so close and Himchan feels incredibly ashamed. He can’t push him away and escape the intimacy - although he doesn’t really want to. He lets out a moan, follows Yongguk's movement with his hips, and Himchan is angry at himself for it. "Fuck."
He has to know the truth first before telling his secret, but every second brings him closer to losing control. He groans. He can't take it. He's never felt so exposed, staring into the eyes of Yongguk who seems to see right through him, knowing everything about him while he pleasures him shamelessly. Yongguk’s unusually provocative behavior makes it worse because too many times Himchan has dreamed of the things he’s doing to him. He writhes more and more as he goes blind with lust and closes his eyes when heat from deep within overwhelms him.
"Don't do this to me. I want to tell you the truth. But not like this. Not when you’re torturing me like this. You’re like a different person."
Yongguk watches Himchan arch his body against him and as Yongguk watches, he groans aloud like he has been holding it in for long. Himchan moans in response at the thought that Yongguk’s enjoying their situation as well. Yongguk's reminded of a thought. He leans by Himchan's ear, changes the pace of his hand rubbing his hard-on to strong and precise, and he speaks, "Another thing. I'm sure I'm not imagining the way you tremble when I speak like this."
Himchan gasps for air that he suddenly has lost, the low growl of the leader’s voice deeply erotic by his ear, and Yongguk looks at him seriously. He trails both of his hands all over Himchan's body because he can't take it anymore - the Himchan he’s used to is utterly gone. He just wants to touch the quivering mess of his best friend all over, and he whispers, "I do feel like something new is emerging out of me but that’s because I met you. Ever since we got to know each other, I've been hoping that I wouldn't have to feel this way on my own. I'm praying that I haven't made a mistake today telling you what I have, because..."
Yongguk shifts himself, feeling Himchan's face and touching his nose with his own. He presses his body against his and takes a hold of his waist as if he ran out of ways to hold him, and Yongguk pets Himchan's hair while looking at his blissful expression. It takes him a lot to tell him, but Yongguk feels proud of himself when he does, "…You are all I think about. And I can’t get enough of you."
He kisses Himchan and doesn't let go, waiting in agony for his answer. Himchan kisses back, lust driven with an open mouth, mad that his hands are bound and that he can’t pull Yongguk any closer. He revels in his mind that Yongguk has feelings for him, and his reality is forgotten. Yongguk feels him gasp into the kiss and Himchan's body twitches involuntarily.
The leader pulls away and asks, "Did you just...?"
"No... No!" Himchan replies as quickly as possible even though his voice is broken and his body still in the aftershock of his release. His vision is blurry and his heartbeat rapid but he doesn’t regret giving in.
"I-I didn't, I swear," Himchan stutters breathlessly and bites his lip because he has to close his eyes as shivers run through his body. He’s more ashamed that he’s lying but he can’t help but smile.
Yongguk looks at the wet stain soaking through the blond's red briefs and gives him a little time until he caresses him again. He brings his hand up slowly across Himchan's abdomen to his hard nipple and finally to his sweat-slick neck. Himchan moans through it so eagerly that Yongguk loses his focus.
He leans in to whisper, "Do you have any idea what you've been doing to me?"
"Like now in here or since the first time we met?" Himchan tries to make a snarky comeback but he gasps out a shaky answer as Yongguk's voice still affects him more than he expected. He gazes at Yongguk's bare neck right in front of him, there for the tasting. Being so close to each other isn’t something new but considering the circumstances he sees the leader in a new light and Himchan wants to hold him, to explore, to share everything that he didn’t before. He licks his lips but holds back because he knows that Yongguk would keep him there for another two hours, and he doesn't want anyone to know what they've done. It's their little secret now.
Yongguk looks into Himchan's teary eyes, smirks, and brushes platinum hair away from his forehead. They stare at each other in silence until Himchan lets out a long, relieved breath, and gives Yongguk a hint of a smile as he finally speaks truthfully. "You're right. It's all you. It's always been that way."
Yongguk reaches up to open his restraints as Himchan watches, pressing against him. Then the older one speaks while casually helping him out.
"You know I love you, don't ya?"
Himchan breaks into a wide smile and as soon as he's freed, he throws his arms around Yongguk's shoulders and pulls him into a kiss.
They're both smiling when they stop and Himchan answers, "I know."
I wanted to share lots of love in form of stories for the holidays.
Title: Binding secret 1/?
Author: twisted_ream
Pairing: BangHim
Rating: R
Warnings: mild bondage, humiliation
Word count: 2790
Summary: Himchan mistakenly trusts Yongguk and they start going down a path of thrilling acts, more dangerous as they go deeper into the fascination of fetishes.
Notes: You know, the usual, except trying something a bit different. Inspired by um, gay porn. I don' even know, they just seemed like the types of guys to do this. Thanks plenty for the beta philthebob.
"Himchan-sshi? Will you help me with my school work?"
It isn't really school work when Yongguk takes only one course about war online but Himchan doesn't bother to argue. The leader enjoys researching and learning new things.
"Sure, I'm happy to help."
He follows Yongguk to their bedroom and wonders why they can't do it in the kitchen where the others are hanging out.
"You trust me, right?" Yongguk asks.
Himchan nods immediately in answer but then Yongguk takes a hold of his hands and puts something cold on his wrists. Himchan jumps backwards against the door in shock and he tries to pull his hands apart but the steel handcuffs around his wrists stop him.
"Handcuffs? What the fuck, Bang?"
Yongguk looks back like it's nothing special and he takes Himchan's hands, giving the blond no time to react. He lifts them up and links the cuffs with another pair that he secures on a workout bar high on the door frame. Himchan remains surprisingly calm, maybe just so he doesn’t make the leader mad. It was all planned, Himchan thinks.
With a small, warm smile, Yongguk informs him, "For my next assignment, I wanted to specialize in torture methods. How people got prisoners to talk back then..."
On a nearby table he sets up equipment that Himchan can't yet identify but the fact that he knows how thorough Yongguk can get with his research terrifies him.
"And you seemed like the kind of person that is hiding something from me."
Himchan starts to panic but tries not to show it. He has secrets that he’s never shared with anyone but Yongguk’s always the one he trusts the rest of his secrets with. He's never known this unusual side of him and Himchan can't predict his actions anymore. With a quiet voice he thinks out loud, "I thought we were friends."
Yongguk smiles again and Himchan is utterly confused. His expression makes it all seem alright somehow even though Yongguk’s locked him up and is moving too close for comfort.
"Silly Himchan. I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you want me to."
Himchan raises his brows in disbelief while trying to remain calm, think of a reason for the leader’s change of mood, and negotiate, "What do you mean? Are you sick in the head?"
"I'm not sure you should be talking to me like that right now. I've been watching you for a while. The things you do," Yongguk presses his body against Himchan lightly, at ease, trying to show him he won't do any harm, while they keep their gazes connected, "pressing against things, pressing against me whenever you have the chance, spending time near the hot stove until you sweat, scratching your itches until they nearly bleed, clawing at walls when you get ready for bed, leaving marks."
"Wh-..." Himchan begins to argue with him but he knows what Yongguk is talking about and it's better to admit what he's done. Instead he tries to reason with the man he thought he knew. "Why have you been watching me?"
"Well, let's just say I've been curious. And this project gives me the perfect excuse to find some things out."
Yongguk steps back and takes a pair of scissors into his hand. He watches as Himchan's eyes open wide but not purely out of fear. No matter how privately Himchan thinks he’s managed his business, Yongguk must’ve succeeded in paying close attention to his behavior. It’s not the way Himchan wants the truth to come out. He swallows hard.
"One point proven?" Yongguk laughs a little, oddly charmingly despite the fact that he’s nearly threatening his handcuffed friend, and he walks close to him again. He lifts up Himchan's shirt and places the scissors just a little under it so that he can feel only a bit of the steel against his skin. Himchan presses against the door, trying to avoid the contact. He doesn’t want Yongguk to find out his weakness so soon but he can’t help it. The cold steel makes his hair stand out on end and his body buckles a little in an attempt to feel more. Himchan’s face turns red.
"I like this shirt and I know you like it too, and you wouldn't want me to cut it. But I think what you would like even more, is to feel these blades against you. Don’t you agree?"
Himchan keeps his mouth closed and bites his lip, afraid that the moan he's holding in would let Yongguk know how badly he already wants it. The situation is completely new for both of them and Himchan feels like a wreck from the start.
Yongguk grabs onto his shirt and starts cutting it. Himchan watches his hands and the blades closely and Yongguk makes sure that he doesn't miss any of it. Not a minute passes by when Himchan instinctively groans and regrets it instantly. He gasps as if he could take it back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"You're fine. You don't have to be ashamed. Just let go. You're safe in my hands."
"That's what I'm worried about," Himchan mutters, embarrassed, looking into Yongguk’s eyes. He wants Yongguk to stop because he's too scared he’ll make another whimpering noise or worse. He’s never understood it but the fear of going too far, beyond his control, has often made him fairly aroused.
Yongguk stops and rests the chilling steel blades against the blond man's chest. He watches Himchan twitch his body to fight the cold and Yongguk is amazed that so much is revealed when he hasn't even truly begun. Himchan closes his eyes and gulps, frowning in worry at how it’s all going to play out. He wants to know what’s going on but at the same time he wishes he doesn’t.
"Don't worry. Although you better be quiet if you don't want the others to find out about this."
Yongguk cuts the rest of the shirt and moves the fabric aside. He sighs as he sees Himchan's nipples hardened and he sighs feeling sorry for a moment. He puts the scissors into his pants pocket and replaces the cold steel with his warm fingers. He flicks at Himchan’s nipples and looks up at him to see if he’s sensitive, and Himchan jumps at the touch of the right one. "Are you turned on by this?"
Himchan doesn't speak. He doesn’t want to break. He only whimpers and writhes his body against Yongguk's touch, unwillingly, trying to get through it, biting his lip like he always does when he’s unsure or just about losing control. He wants to know why Yongguk’s doing it, why he’s pleasuring his best friend without restrictions, without a look of remorse. Yongguk has never shown interest in men and surely never looked at him like that. Himchan’s body is red out of embarrassment and Yongguk's piercing, honest eyes are starting to be too much for him to look at.
Yongguk just sneers and asks him again, "Are you turned on because I'm the one doing it?"
Himchan freezes and looks into his eyes, realising too late that his abrupt stare might give him away. He is blindly turned on and Yongguk’s deep gaze is making it worse. He gets a chance to focus when Yongguk is too fascinated by how the blond's body reacts. Himchan counter-attacks with pretense hiding his uncertain voice, "How would you know that? You don't know what I think about when I masturbate. You don’t know what kind of a boy or girl I like or even if I like boys! You're thinking too highly of yourself, Bang Yong Guk."
Yongguk twists Himchan's nipple hard before raising his hand to play with his platinum hair and seeing him sweat already. Himchan lets out a muffled groan and for a moment he forgets how to breathe.
"You don’t need to have a preference in order to be attracted to someone. Maybe the shirt was the wrong thing to cut. You're thinking too highly of yourself, Himchan, when I'm the one with the scissors," Yongguk speaks playfully. He loves the distraught look on Himchan’s face. Something so innocent could be so easily tarnished.
He sees Himchan in a cold sweat, looking at him, terrified, eyes gleaming with regret. Yongguk is surprised that his friend would think that about him and he lowers his hand to stroke Himchan's cheek, telling him, "I would never do that. I wouldn't. No."
He relaxes and smiles at how Himchan has reacted to his new found character trait. But Yongguk has only Himchan to thank for it. He speaks softly against Himchan's wary face, "Let me tell you something, though. I have this theory. You have these urges that you can't suppress by sweating it off or feeling pain. You say it's an accident when you press against me or you provoke me to drive you against something. And when you claw your fingers deep into something, it's always after a conversation with me. You can't escape that feeling because I'm always going to be around and I won’t know a thing about it unless you tell me."
He looks up and sees Himchan clawing so tight at his restraints that his hands are red and knuckles white. Yongguk snorts smugly and looks down between them. Himchan is all too quiet as if he’s given up and Yongguk wants to hear him so he opens his pants and sees the hard curve of Himchan's red briefs.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," the blond apologizes for his erection and Yongguk swears to himself that there’s a slight smile on Himchan’s face and that he’s lying. Himchan is the pervert one, not him, even though he’s the one in charge now. Yongguk looks into his eyes, intrigued by the apology. He strokes Himchan’s platinum hair again before lowering his hand and touching the bulge. Himchan finally moans without holding back and he wriggles his body, trying to fight it. Yongguk keeps his gaze on him.
"There. I could listen to that all day. You don't want that though, do you?"
Himchan answers hesitantly, too driven by his emotions to look into any specific direction, his thoughts spinning, his voice only a whisper, "No."
He wants to tell Yongguk what he’s after but his body feels something he's never felt before, his mind distraught. He wants to know if it's all for the project and Yongguk's pretending or if he really means what he says, but Himchan loses track of his thoughts when Yongguk touches him again.
"Wow, you're rock hard. Wouldn't have guessed that," Yongguk smiles again, somehow sure of everything.
Not daring to look straight back at him, Himchan manages to whimper, "Why are you touching me?"
Yongguk moves back to look at him and marvels at the sight of him before leaning close again, but this time not breaking eye contact. "I simply want to know if it’s me you think about when jerking off."
He starts to massage Himchan through the briefs and tells him how lovely he looks when he's embarrassed. Himchan wants to enjoy it but he won’t until he knows for sure that Yongguk isn’t playing with him.
There's nowhere else to look but Yongguk's fiery eyes when he's so close and Himchan feels incredibly ashamed. He can’t push him away and escape the intimacy - although he doesn’t really want to. He lets out a moan, follows Yongguk's movement with his hips, and Himchan is angry at himself for it. "Fuck."
He has to know the truth first before telling his secret, but every second brings him closer to losing control. He groans. He can't take it. He's never felt so exposed, staring into the eyes of Yongguk who seems to see right through him, knowing everything about him while he pleasures him shamelessly. Yongguk’s unusually provocative behavior makes it worse because too many times Himchan has dreamed of the things he’s doing to him. He writhes more and more as he goes blind with lust and closes his eyes when heat from deep within overwhelms him.
"Don't do this to me. I want to tell you the truth. But not like this. Not when you’re torturing me like this. You’re like a different person."
Yongguk watches Himchan arch his body against him and as Yongguk watches, he groans aloud like he has been holding it in for long. Himchan moans in response at the thought that Yongguk’s enjoying their situation as well. Yongguk's reminded of a thought. He leans by Himchan's ear, changes the pace of his hand rubbing his hard-on to strong and precise, and he speaks, "Another thing. I'm sure I'm not imagining the way you tremble when I speak like this."
Himchan gasps for air that he suddenly has lost, the low growl of the leader’s voice deeply erotic by his ear, and Yongguk looks at him seriously. He trails both of his hands all over Himchan's body because he can't take it anymore - the Himchan he’s used to is utterly gone. He just wants to touch the quivering mess of his best friend all over, and he whispers, "I do feel like something new is emerging out of me but that’s because I met you. Ever since we got to know each other, I've been hoping that I wouldn't have to feel this way on my own. I'm praying that I haven't made a mistake today telling you what I have, because..."
Yongguk shifts himself, feeling Himchan's face and touching his nose with his own. He presses his body against his and takes a hold of his waist as if he ran out of ways to hold him, and Yongguk pets Himchan's hair while looking at his blissful expression. It takes him a lot to tell him, but Yongguk feels proud of himself when he does, "…You are all I think about. And I can’t get enough of you."
He kisses Himchan and doesn't let go, waiting in agony for his answer. Himchan kisses back, lust driven with an open mouth, mad that his hands are bound and that he can’t pull Yongguk any closer. He revels in his mind that Yongguk has feelings for him, and his reality is forgotten. Yongguk feels him gasp into the kiss and Himchan's body twitches involuntarily.
The leader pulls away and asks, "Did you just...?"
"No... No!" Himchan replies as quickly as possible even though his voice is broken and his body still in the aftershock of his release. His vision is blurry and his heartbeat rapid but he doesn’t regret giving in.
"I-I didn't, I swear," Himchan stutters breathlessly and bites his lip because he has to close his eyes as shivers run through his body. He’s more ashamed that he’s lying but he can’t help but smile.
Yongguk looks at the wet stain soaking through the blond's red briefs and gives him a little time until he caresses him again. He brings his hand up slowly across Himchan's abdomen to his hard nipple and finally to his sweat-slick neck. Himchan moans through it so eagerly that Yongguk loses his focus.
He leans in to whisper, "Do you have any idea what you've been doing to me?"
"Like now in here or since the first time we met?" Himchan tries to make a snarky comeback but he gasps out a shaky answer as Yongguk's voice still affects him more than he expected. He gazes at Yongguk's bare neck right in front of him, there for the tasting. Being so close to each other isn’t something new but considering the circumstances he sees the leader in a new light and Himchan wants to hold him, to explore, to share everything that he didn’t before. He licks his lips but holds back because he knows that Yongguk would keep him there for another two hours, and he doesn't want anyone to know what they've done. It's their little secret now.
Yongguk looks into Himchan's teary eyes, smirks, and brushes platinum hair away from his forehead. They stare at each other in silence until Himchan lets out a long, relieved breath, and gives Yongguk a hint of a smile as he finally speaks truthfully. "You're right. It's all you. It's always been that way."
Yongguk reaches up to open his restraints as Himchan watches, pressing against him. Then the older one speaks while casually helping him out.
"You know I love you, don't ya?"
Himchan breaks into a wide smile and as soon as he's freed, he throws his arms around Yongguk's shoulders and pulls him into a kiss.
They're both smiling when they stop and Himchan answers, "I know."