Masterpiece
Title: Masterpiece
Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jongyu
Warning: hardcore smut, Character Death
Summery: Jonghyun has a fetish, and Jinki loved to carve his boyfriend into his perfect diamond masterpiece.
Part of my "things I wish happened" Series. The Kink is Piercings.
Beta'd by the incomparable aishitaeru
For bartholonew because she freaked out when there was a story that mentioned a nipple piercing on Jonghyun, and I decided that it wasn't brought up enough in the fic. she said it didn't matter.
it matters.
If anyone asked, Jonghyun would happily tell them he was Jinki’s masterpiece. He’d met the older boy on a forum, when he was trying to discover what it was that he was going through. He’d seemed to know so much about it; for all that he was only a few months older. They started talking, trading phone numbers, and when Jonghyun finally decided that he wanted to get his tongue pierced, Jinki offered to meet up, so that he didn’t have to worry about being alone with his feelings again. That’s how it had started, anyway. Hundreds of dollars dropped as the older man decided that his beautiful boyfriend needed something new. Jjong never argued, Jinki was an artist, his body was the canvas, but he didn’t care. The pain, the metal sliding into his flesh felt like sex, He’d moan and shake, sweat gathering on his skin as he tensed and tried not to writhe in the chair. The dermals at the corners of his eyes were his favorite. Jinki had talked him into them, they were so obvious and he’d admittedly been apprehensive.
But the older man always got this look in his eye when Jonghyun was in the chair, a hot and hungry look. It was the only outwardly sign that he was being affected as he watched the younger boy tremble in his seat. After he got his anti-eyebrow dermals, however, something in the older man had snapped. They’d been going slow, as a couple, wanting to build something real instead of just spinning in the heady arousal being pierced, or in Jinki’s case, watching someone get pieced, brought them. But the moment Jonghyun had been declared done, as he stared, fascinated into the mirror at the small studs that decorated his cheek bone just below his eye, sweat shining on his forehead as he panted hard, the older man cracked. Jinki grabbed for Jjong’s wrist, and, after paying, herded the smaller boy to his car, crowding him into the back seat as he attempted to lick the sweat from his skin, grinding his larger body against the slim muscular one of the pierced beauty below him.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun moaned, clawing at the older boys clothed back as Jinki ground their hips together. He felt like he was going to combust with how hot he was, eagerly humping against the bigger man. He was confused by the sudden actions, but eager none the less. He wanted the older man, wanted him on top of him, wanted his huge cock inside him. The older man had always said no, they were waiting for it to be perfect; Jonghyun deserved it to be perfect. But the slighter man didn’t want perfection, he wanted Jinki. Having the bigger man on him now, growling and grunting as if he were trying to fuck Jjong with his clothes on, was mind blowing; Jinki never lost control like this. “Hyung, please~”
It was a mistake, to talk. The words snapped Jinki out of his daze, and with a weak whine, he pushed himself off of the smaller boy. “God, Jonghyun,” he muttered, kissing the smaller boys neck, where he’d been sucking marks into his skin. “You always look so hot, so strung out, when you’re pierced.” He ran a gentle finger under the left stud, biting his thick lower lip. “You’re so perfect, baby. I can’t wait for these to heal,” he muttered, almost in a trance. The older boy loved playing with the piercings, and having to wait for them to heal first frustrated him to no end. Jinki sighed and shook his head, moving to get up.
“Hyung, don’t,” Jjong gasped, tugging his shirt to get his warm, solid weight back on top of him. But the bigger man just smiled and shook his head, gently prying his hands loose of the fabric, stoking the brunette’s hair affectionately.
“Not yet, love,” he said, leaning down to kiss just below the new piercings, “I want it to be perfect.” He moved lower, tugging the younger boy’s shirt a little, stretching it to expose Jonghyun’s collarbone, and the row of three studs on either side of the bone, licking over them. “You’re so beautiful. You deserve to be perfect. Just wait a little longer, okay? Let them heal.” It was like he was begging. His eyes pleading with Jonghyun, even if they were dark and wet with lust; they were both suffering, with Jinki’s rule of abstinence, they were both hungry and waiting for it. Jonghyun shivered and nodded, letting the older boy slide out of the back seat and into the front, though he himself made no move to relocate, instead laying himself out in the back seat and rubbing a hand over the tent in his jeans, moaning softly. He wasn’t the only one suffering, even if it was being imposed on him by Jinki. He was sure it would be worth it, in the end, but that didn’t stop him from pulling his cock out and jerking off on the way home.
Jinki gave the piercings three months to heal, which Jjong happily agreed to, even if it was longer than the other dermal piercings he’d gotten, on his collarbones, and hips. But that type of piercings had a rejection rate, and as much as he wouldn’t mind going through the process again, he would rather not scar his face, and the more stress on the body while he was healing, the more likely the rejection. They’d been together for about a year and a half, by that time, and he loved Jinki, but their relationship was lacking an intimacy that ached in his chest. Even with the messy blow jobs and the long sessions of heavy petting, he felt frustrated, needy. Whenever he brought it up to the older boy, he’d get a dark chuckle that set his blood alight, a callused hand down his pants as Jinki purred into his ear, about how proud he was of Jjong, how he’ll get what he needs soon, as he brought him off against the nearest surface.
It was a few weeks from his birthday when Jinki called, telling him not to touch himself, warning him almost. Reluctantly, Jonghyun agreed. The older boy never asked him to do, or not do, anything that wouldn’t ultimately be better in the long run. Needless to say he was a ball of hormones when his 23rd rolled around, Jinki coming to pick him up. It was a surprise, he’d said, wrapping an arm around the smaller boys shoulder and playing with the diamond tear drop that hung from the right dermal piercing under Jjong’s eye. He’d bought it for himself a while ago, a little self-conscious about how stupid a tear drop would look, but it had rabidly become Jinki’s favorite, he played with it every change he got.
Jinki lead him to his car, and surprisingly, didn’t drive them to the usual piercing parlor. They drove for a while, the warm weight of the older boys hand on his thigh making the smaller boy’s body buzz with excitement. They pulled up in front of an apartment building and Jinki lead him inside, into the elevator and to the 7th floor. It looked like an expensive place to live, there was only one door when they got off, which Jinki knocked on briskly. The man who answered was shirtless, and very muscular, his abs, chest and arms ripped. He was also very tall, with impossibly large eyes and short black hair He had a collar around his neck, soft looking black leather with a silver hoop on the front. Jonghyun didn’t realize he was checking him out until Jinki pinched him with a light chuckle.
“Minho, is Taemin here?” Jinki asked, wrapping his arm around Jjong and pulling him close. Without a word, the tall boy stepped aside and ushered them in, leading them into a lavish suit. He guided them into a sitting room of sorts, where a slim, young, blond male was being fed cherries by another blond, who was also wearing a collar, and had half his head shaved.
“Master,” the tall boy said, deep voice drawing the attention of the other two, “your brother is here for you.” The slim boy jumped to his feet, which caused the other to pout and try to pull him back.
“Not now, Kibum,” Taemin said with a giggle, stroking the shaved part of the boys head, “behave when we have company.” He smiled and walked over to Jinki, giving him a hug, then nodded to Jonghyun. “Please, follow me,” he said, sweeping them out of the room and down the expansive hall.
“You’ve got a new boy,” Jinki observed as they walked, sliding his hand down off his boyfriends waist to grab his hand, squeezing lightly. Jonghyun could hear the disapproval in his voice.
Taemin nodded his head, opening one of the doors and leading them into a sterile white room. “Minho gets so lonely when I have to leave, and Kibum is just so pretty, and juicy and thick,” he giggled at the look of reproach his older brother shot him. “Come now, Onew hyung, don’t be like that. We both know dominance runs in our family.” He shot a sidelong glance at Jonghyun, before pulling back one of the curtains to reveal a piercing chair. “Now, if your boy could take his pants and underwear off and lay down, I’ll get my stuff.”
Jinki tensed next to Jonghyun, growling lightly. “My ‘boy’ has a name, Taemin. He’s a person, not one of your pets,” he snapped. “I brought him here because you’re the only person I trust with this. It’s his birthday and I won’t have you looking down on him.”
“Ah, yes,” Taemin muttered, as he rolled his eyes and bowed extravagantly towards them both. “I forgot. Lovely, Kim Jonghyun, shinning boyfriend of my brother, the heir of the Lee family fortune, would you kindly remove the clothes off your lower body and lay down?” Jonghyun giggled at the over dramatic show, but Jinki was still tense and angry. The small brunette nodded, and started stripping, waiting for the younger boy to leave before turning to his boyfriend.
“I’ve never met your brother,” he said, stepping out of his underwear and gingerly sitting on the leather seat, subconsciously pulling his shirt down over his crotch. “He seems…interesting. Why am I half naked?”
“My brother is a sadistic ass that was lucky enough to be born in the body of a cherub.” Jinki scoffed, gently pushing the younger boy to lie back onto the chair and pushing his shirt up around his neck. He stroked his fingers over the piercings on Jjong’s face, then the ones on his collarbones. The smaller boy hissed and arched as Jinki teased the barbells though his nipples, tugging them lightly and making Jjong keen. He slid his hands lower, over the belly ring, a diamond drop hung from it, matching the one on his face. Jinki always bought him diamond jewelry, one more thing that was perfect about Jonghyun, his birthstone. He continued down, over the hips piercings and down to his cock, half hard from the attention. “You’re getting the prince,” he said, rubbing his thumb over Jjong’s slit, making the younger boy arch and moan loudly, clutching at the seat. “When it heals I’ll get you a diamond for it. You’ll shine like you were born to.” Jonghyun nodded rapidly, pushing up into the teasing touches of the older boy.
“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Taemin’s teasing voice broke through the haze of lust and Jonghyun groaned, covering his face with his hands and tried to pull his shirt down, but Jinki growled, not letting him. “Wow, he is beautiful isn’t he?’ The youngest boy observed, smirking when Jonghyun tried to glare at him, and snapped on his gloves. “I’m sorry, you’re very beautiful Jonghyun.” He grabbed his tools and sat in a rolling chair, moving closer, swatting his brothers hand away. “If you want to help, hold his hand,” he muttered.
Jonghyun gasped as he felt the cool latex of the blonde’s glove, wiggling at the feel of it on his hard cock. He looked up at Jinki, as if to ask if this was alright. The older boy smiled and took his hand, squeezing it lightly and petting his hair gently, moving down to tug lightly at the diamond drop on his face. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Jonghyun arched and nodded, trying not to push or pull against Taemin’s grip. Normally, the piercer would talk to him, tell him what to expect, how it should feel, but Taemin did none of those things. Instead, he simply marked the spot where he would put the needle and went to work. Jonghyun gasped as the youngest threaded something through his slit, down into the urethra, and whined at the strange feeling, trying not to squirm. Jinki squeezed his hand and shushed him, brushing some of his sweat matted hair off his forehead to kiss it.
“A-ah~” the smaller man gasped, the sudden pain as the needle pierced his skin. He shook, and a low chuckle came from Jinki as his cock twitched in Taemin’s hand. “S-sorry,” he whimpered, biting at his lip and trying to keep himself still again. He was trembling by the time Taemin was done, leaking around the titanium ring even as the blonde cleaned the holes. It made the youngest boy chuckle as he stood up and stripped off his gloves.
“Normally, I would suggest not having sex for a few weeks, but it seem like that’s not an option,” he shook his head as he watched Jonghyun fight to stay still as he gazed down at his pierced cock head.
“I’m borrowing a room,” Jinki all but growled, lifting the smallest boy up in his arms, “I’ll need it for the night.” He didn’t wait for the younger boy to give him an okay, just took Jonghyun out of the room, carrying him further down the hall and masterfully opened one of the doors, closing it with his foot.
It was a bedroom, lit only by a fireplace in the center back wall. It was decorated with dark colors, and the bed looked huge, larger than the king size in Jinki’s apartment. He was laid gently on the silk sheets of the bed, the firelight catching the diamonds decorating his skin and making them twinkle in the darkness.
“You’re perfect,” Jinki breathed, as he gently pulled Jonghyun’s shirt up and off, running his hands over the younger boys skin reverently, pressing and holding him, ghosting his fingers over Jjong’s ribs, teasing his pierced nipples again, this time bending down to licks over the barbell, sucking it into his mouth and tugging, making the slim boy cry out. “Look at you shine, my beautiful boy,” he whispered against the tan flesh, moving to lick at his other nipple, biting slightly harder, pulling a cry from Jjong’s throat. He dragged his mouth upward, licking and kissing over the studs that decorated each of his collarbones. “My perfect Diamond. I found you when you were rough, unfinished.” He licked up his neck, as his hand trailed lower to play with the barbell in his stomach, tugging it as he licked the gem below Jonghyun eye. “Only I saw your true potential, how you were made to be seen, to sparkle like the stars.”
Jonghyun blushed at the poetic praise the older man was laying on him, writhing under his larger body, his sensitive cock rubbing against the soft shirt covering Jinki’s stomach, “Hyung, please,” he begged, body humming with pent up pleasure, and the yearning, aching need for more. “Please, can we?”
Jinki chuckled and nodded, blowing over the wet patch he’d just made and kissing the younger boy, licking into his mouth and claiming it for his own. The smaller boy moaned and arched into him, wrapping his arms around Jinki, scratching at his clothed back and tangling a hand into his hair, trying to pull him closer, press harder against him, after weeks of not touching himself, this was torture. Their tongues tangled together, Jinki shuddered atop him every time the diamond studded barbell that bisected the smaller man’s tongue touched him, moaning and pressing harder against the pierced man.
Jonghyun whined in frustration as Jinki broke the kiss, trailing his lips down his neck to nip at his clavicle piercings again. “Don’t tease,” he pleaded desperately, close to tears, as he pushed at the bigger man’s shoulders, trying to force him lower. It only drew another laugh from Jinki, who slid lower, wrapping his mouth around one of Jjong’s previously abused nipples, nipping and sucking on it, moving the barbell up and down through his flesh, teasing even though he was asked not to.
The older man’s large hands felt like they dwarfed Jjong’s small waist, shifting his hips and sliding between them, spreading his legs and rubbing the smooth flesh of the brunette’s inner thighs. Jinki’s movements weren’t rough, but they were forceful, like he was entitled to do what he wanted with the smaller boy’s body whether he liked it or not. Jonghyun was more than okay with the treatment, as he arched into the older man’s mouth, whimpering loudly as he squirmed and wordlessly begged for more, clawing at Jinki’s shoulders.
“Patience,” the older man whispered, spreading the smaller boy’s legs wider, reaching into the draw beside the bed and pulling out a slim bottle of lube. He pressed it onto Jonghyun’s lower stomach, tracing the hair that lead down to his cock, rubbing the smooth, cool plastic over the sensitive skin of the smaller boy’s lower stomach, between his hip piercings, before leaving it there, and grabbing Jjong’s hands. Jinki kissed his palms, then moved up, guiding them to hold onto the metal bars that decorated the headboard. “Don’t let go, Jjong,” his order was purred into the brunette’s ear, “I’ll be mad if you do.”
The pierced boy nodded heatedly, moaning low in his throat when Jinki picked up the small tube and popped it open. Jonghyun spread his legs wider, eagerly, which caused the older man to smile softly, as he slicked his fingers up. He ran them gently over Jonghyun’s pulsing length, carefully avoiding the new piercing. Onew trailed his fingers lower, painting the trembling boys inner thighs with the lube, and bent down, mouthing up and down Jonghyun’s shaft, sucking enthusiastically at the most sensitive parts of his cock, rubbing his slick fingers against the younger boy’s opening.
He pushed one inside slowly, moving in small gentle circles as he worked it inside, opening up the smaller boy’s body gently. Jjong tensed and shivered under the sensation, not foreign by any means, but it was the first time for Jinki to be the one with his fingers inside. The simple change was incredible; the older man’s fingers were thicker, more sure than Jjong’s had ever been, even when he was comfortable with himself. He tried to relax, make it easier for them both, but with Jinki licking his cock like a lollipop, and his precum keeping the sinfully delicious pain of his new piercing fresh in his mind, relaxing was the last thing he could do. Instead, Jonghyun pushed into the finger, pressing against it.
“Please,” he moaned, knuckles white on the metal. “Please I don’t… I can’t wait, please,” he whined shamelessly. The last time he came before Jinki wanted him too, the older boy had left. He’d apologized not half an hour later, calling the younger boy to reassure him that it was okay, but he’d disobeyed, and Jinki had to discipline him. Jonghyun really didn’t want Jinki to leave tonight.
“I’ll hurt if I don’t,” The older boy warned, slowly working a second finger inside. Jonghyun moaned and rocked his hips back into the press, his muscles straining. The larger boy had stopped the relentless attention on his cock, instead dragging his tongue over the smaller boys defined hip bones, tugging lightly at the diamonds there, purring softly as he stroked Jonghyun side softly. “Just relax baby, it’ll be okay.”
“I can’t,” Jjong pleaded, nearly sobbing and the older man wasn’t even inside him. That had caught the older man’s attention, pulling his fingers out and moving up Jonghyun’s body, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. Jonghyun nuzzled into him, whining softly, “Please?”
With a sigh, Jinki nodded, leaning up to undo his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock. The smaller boy moaned and licked his lips at the sight, which caused Jinki to chuckle lightly and rub Jjong’s thighs, opening them wider. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some into his palm, before pouring the rest over the younger’s thighs and cock, dripping it over his balls and lower. As he ran a careful, brisk hand over his cock, slicking it up, he rubbed the excess lube into Jonghyun, getting him nice and wet. He rubbed the slick head of his cock against the other boy’s slick opening. “You’re a mess, my beautiful boy, begging already,” he teased, pressing a finger gently against the curved metal that protruded from Jjong’s slit, rocking it in and out slightly.
“Fuck, no, no, no, don’t, please,” he sobbed, tensing and arching so hard it was like he’d been electrocuted, “please, please, I can’t… J-Jinki I can’t,” he moaned, writhing and clutching the bars tighter, tears slowly made their way down his face, caressing the diamond one on his cheek, as he pushed back against the older man’s cock. Jinki cooed softly, whipping the salty liquid away with a gentle swipe of his thumb.
“Alright,” he said, and gripped Jonghyun’s thighs, hooking them over his hips and pressing closer, groaning deep in his throat and biting his lower lip as he slid into the smaller man’s hot, tight body. He went slowly, shifting Jjong closer as he pressed harder into his unyielding body, ignoring the pain filled whine the left the boy.
“H-hurts,” Jonghyun whimpered, tense and squirming under the older man, panting hard from the intimate pain, he squeaked when Jinki moved, rocking into him slowly. “N-no! Wait, wait,” he whined, wrapping his legs around the bigger boys waist and pulling him closer, choking as it drove the thick cock inside him deeper, trying to keep his lover from moving. “Please, it’s so … just… wait, please.”
The older boy paused, frowning as he looked down at the slim boy. “I told you, you weren’t ready.” He kept up the motion, his hips flush against Jonghyun’s, grinding against him in a circular motion, ignoring the gasps and whines the action ripped from the smaller boys throat. “You’re too tight,” he pulled his hips back a little, and Jjong gasped at the feeling inside, like a suction, as the older boys thick cock moved slowly against his walls, “feel that? Your body doesn’t want me to leave.”
The smaller boy nodded, rocking up weakly into Jinki’s hips, “D-don’t,” he tried to beg, only to cut himself off with a ragged moan as the older boy rocked faster into him, whimpering and trembling at the pace, feeling his body loosen to accept the large intrusion. “Ah! Fuck, Jinki!”
The older man purred, rocking into Jjong as he gently unwounded the smaller boys legs from his waist, hooking them over his elbows as he hoisted the slim brunettes hips up as he started shallowly thrusting into his diamond boy, tipping his head back a little to let the smaller man’s noises wash over him. Never pulling out all the way, he built a slow rhythm as he slid in and out of the supple body beneath him. Forcing Jonghyun’s legs up higher, Jinki slowly pushed them back near his ears, ripping a strangled cry from the boy, so he could watch his fat cock slide in and out of Jjong’s abused opening, watching as it clung to his shaft like it never wanted to let go.
The smaller boy couldn’t stop the noises that fell from his lips as Jinki moved in him, the pain from being underprepared adding to the burning in his blood. He tried to relax, to open himself up further, hoping that his wordless begging and breathless whines he couldn’t keep from making would encourage Jinki to go faster, to really fuck him. But it did nothing, the dominate man continued to demonstrate his colossal amount of control as he kept his pace slow and even, even as he pulled out almost all the way, before forcing his way back inside just as deliberately. Jonghyun felt like he was going to go insane. With a desperate cry, he planted his feet on the bed, knees bent out around Jinki’s hips as he forced himself back on the bigger man’s cock. “Fuck me,” he growled, clenching down hard on him, “I need it, hyung, n-need you, don’t tease, please.” It was like a flip had been switched inside the older boy, his grip on Jonghyun’s hips tightened considerably as he paused and looked down at the younger, studying his face, before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming home, the sound of their skin slapping together drowned out by the high pitched wail Jjong let out, his back arching as a sweet mix of pain and pleasure raced through him.
“You like that?” Jinki growled darkly, biting at a diamond stud that decorated the slighter boy’s ear. “Gunna break you, Jjong. Fucking split you open and fill you up.” His hips pistoned the younger boy, whose entire body was straining as he struggled to keep his body up in the position Jinki was forcing him into, his newly pierced cock twitching and leaking continuously against his stomach. Jonghyun gasped and whined constantly, drooling as he moaned and writhed under the bigger boy, who had risen up onto his knees, throwing Jjong’s legs over his shoulders as he fucked into him. “You’re mine,” Jinki growled, eyes like melted shadows, as they bore into Jonghyun’s own, searching. A frown graced Jinki’s angelic features, curling his lips into a snarl of displeasure, and he griped the younger’s hips harder, shifting them up just a little higher and slammed inside. The howl that Jonghyun let out sounded more animal than human, his body convulsing and trying to curl into itself as Jinki continued to brutally abuse his spot. But he never let go of the headboard.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” the bigger man cooed, spreading the other boy’s legs so he could reach deeper, “so tight for me, so willing, needy for my cock.” He grunted, his voice a little breathless; other than the sheen of sweat that made them glisten in the light of the fireplace, it was the only outward sign that the older boy was affected. “You’re gonna cum like this, Pretty,” he cooed, “just from my cock up your ass, piercing you, filling you, completing you, right?”
“Yes, yes,” Jonghyun gasped desperately, feeling the need for release burning though out his body, “Please, I need-” he broke off with a choked whine, thoughts shattered by a hard, pointed thrust.
“No one said you could talk,” Jinki growled, reaching up to run a hand over the younger boys throat, Jjong arched his head back in total submission as he whimpered. The action brought a smile to the older boy’s lips, and he finally let go, losing his perfect rhythm as he approached his peak. “Cum, pet,” he ordered sharply, but the breath he took after it hitched and wavered. The command drove Jonghyun over the edge, his entire body clenching up as he arched, nearly screaming as cum shot out of his cock, the pained fire of the salty liquid sliding through an open wound only made him cum harder. With his last brain cells, Jonghyun clamped down hard on the cock moving inside him, losing himself in the white bliss of his orgasm as he felt something hot coat his insides.
The younger boy sagged hard onto the bed, blissed out and nearly unconscious with the intensity of his orgasm, he still clung loosely to the metal headboard, so he couldn’t fight back when Jinki’s thick hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing tightly. Jonghyun tried to gasp, staring wide eyed at Jinki as he brought his hands down to claw at the older man’s arms, trying to get him off. His eyes screamed, and he trashed, but his weak, spent body was no match for Jinki’s bigger, denser mass.
“Happy Birthday, my precious Diamond,” The older boy whispered, squeezing harder, below him the younger boy’s body bucked, trying desperately to draw air in. Things were getting dark, fuzzy, like he was under water. The last thing Jonghyun heard was his boyfriend’s voice, reverent and full of proud emotions, “I love you so much.”
From the door way, the wide eyes of a nosy fox watched the scene. He clutched the saline solution his Master had given him to present to Jinki and his friend, when they were done with their activities. The young boy stood there, hands tight and white knuckled as he watched the larger boy continue to hold onto the slim ones neck, so tightly his arms strained, whispering the sweet words his lover would never hear, raining kisses down on the dead or dying flesh. There was a flash in his mind, maybe the boy wasn’t dead yet, and he made to move, to save the smaller one. But a familiar hand stopped him, wrapped around his mouth and pulled him swiftly into a nearby room, the door closing silently behind them.
Key turned and struggled, trying to get out of the grip, to reach the boy. “Kibum, stop,” his master’s order washed over him like cold water, and he stopped, a soft sob breaking from his lips. Taemin wrapped his arms around him, pulling his new slave close and shushing him gently, as they swayed side to side. “We can’t do anything for Jonghyun. Jinki would kill you if you interrupt.” He turned the boy around, petting his face gently and whipping the tears that fall down away. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, my lovely one,” he whispered, kissing his forehead.
“B-but why?” Kibum choked out, clutching onto the taller boys cloths and burying his face in Taemin’s neck. “Why?”
“My brother is insane, Kibum,” he said, like he was reminding a child, as he stroked a hand down the slave’s back. “I told you. I can’t possibly fathom why he does it, not really. I’m doing my best, “ his voice wavered, “saving the ones I can, protecting the ones that live,” he paused abruptly, guilt heavy in his voice, as he stroked the shaved side of Key’s head gently, like he was waiting for something, before sighing heavily. “He’d been talking about his Masterpiece for a year. I thought… he’d be different.”
Kibum nodded, snuggling into Taemin’s neck and kissing him. “You’re a good person, Master,” he whispered happily, then freezing when the door next to them opened and closed. Footsteps echoed down the hall outside. As soon as the disappeared Key pulled back, eyes that had always been bright and shinning suddenly dull and lifeless, almost, as he pushed Taemin away from him. “It might not be too late,” he whispered, voice darker, deeper. It was a whole other person.
“Go to Minho,” Taemin ordered, feeling himself tear up as he watched the wicked intelligence that was Key fade from the boy’s eyes, replaced by the bubbly loquaciousness of Kibum, who nodded eagerly and did as he was bid. Taemin pulling the door open and stared at the stillness that was Jinki’s Diamond, on the bed sheets, the fire still roaring in its pit, worrying his lip, before climbing atop the bed, and hoped that Key was right.
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Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jongyu
Warning: hardcore smut, Character Death
Summery: Jonghyun has a fetish, and Jinki loved to carve his boyfriend into his perfect diamond masterpiece.
Part of my "things I wish happened" Series. The Kink is Piercings.
Beta'd by the incomparable aishitaeru
For bartholonew because she freaked out when there was a story that mentioned a nipple piercing on Jonghyun, and I decided that it wasn't brought up enough in the fic. she said it didn't matter.
it matters.
If anyone asked, Jonghyun would happily tell them he was Jinki’s masterpiece. He’d met the older boy on a forum, when he was trying to discover what it was that he was going through. He’d seemed to know so much about it; for all that he was only a few months older. They started talking, trading phone numbers, and when Jonghyun finally decided that he wanted to get his tongue pierced, Jinki offered to meet up, so that he didn’t have to worry about being alone with his feelings again. That’s how it had started, anyway. Hundreds of dollars dropped as the older man decided that his beautiful boyfriend needed something new. Jjong never argued, Jinki was an artist, his body was the canvas, but he didn’t care. The pain, the metal sliding into his flesh felt like sex, He’d moan and shake, sweat gathering on his skin as he tensed and tried not to writhe in the chair. The dermals at the corners of his eyes were his favorite. Jinki had talked him into them, they were so obvious and he’d admittedly been apprehensive.
But the older man always got this look in his eye when Jonghyun was in the chair, a hot and hungry look. It was the only outwardly sign that he was being affected as he watched the younger boy tremble in his seat. After he got his anti-eyebrow dermals, however, something in the older man had snapped. They’d been going slow, as a couple, wanting to build something real instead of just spinning in the heady arousal being pierced, or in Jinki’s case, watching someone get pieced, brought them. But the moment Jonghyun had been declared done, as he stared, fascinated into the mirror at the small studs that decorated his cheek bone just below his eye, sweat shining on his forehead as he panted hard, the older man cracked. Jinki grabbed for Jjong’s wrist, and, after paying, herded the smaller boy to his car, crowding him into the back seat as he attempted to lick the sweat from his skin, grinding his larger body against the slim muscular one of the pierced beauty below him.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun moaned, clawing at the older boys clothed back as Jinki ground their hips together. He felt like he was going to combust with how hot he was, eagerly humping against the bigger man. He was confused by the sudden actions, but eager none the less. He wanted the older man, wanted him on top of him, wanted his huge cock inside him. The older man had always said no, they were waiting for it to be perfect; Jonghyun deserved it to be perfect. But the slighter man didn’t want perfection, he wanted Jinki. Having the bigger man on him now, growling and grunting as if he were trying to fuck Jjong with his clothes on, was mind blowing; Jinki never lost control like this. “Hyung, please~”
It was a mistake, to talk. The words snapped Jinki out of his daze, and with a weak whine, he pushed himself off of the smaller boy. “God, Jonghyun,” he muttered, kissing the smaller boys neck, where he’d been sucking marks into his skin. “You always look so hot, so strung out, when you’re pierced.” He ran a gentle finger under the left stud, biting his thick lower lip. “You’re so perfect, baby. I can’t wait for these to heal,” he muttered, almost in a trance. The older boy loved playing with the piercings, and having to wait for them to heal first frustrated him to no end. Jinki sighed and shook his head, moving to get up.
“Hyung, don’t,” Jjong gasped, tugging his shirt to get his warm, solid weight back on top of him. But the bigger man just smiled and shook his head, gently prying his hands loose of the fabric, stoking the brunette’s hair affectionately.
“Not yet, love,” he said, leaning down to kiss just below the new piercings, “I want it to be perfect.” He moved lower, tugging the younger boy’s shirt a little, stretching it to expose Jonghyun’s collarbone, and the row of three studs on either side of the bone, licking over them. “You’re so beautiful. You deserve to be perfect. Just wait a little longer, okay? Let them heal.” It was like he was begging. His eyes pleading with Jonghyun, even if they were dark and wet with lust; they were both suffering, with Jinki’s rule of abstinence, they were both hungry and waiting for it. Jonghyun shivered and nodded, letting the older boy slide out of the back seat and into the front, though he himself made no move to relocate, instead laying himself out in the back seat and rubbing a hand over the tent in his jeans, moaning softly. He wasn’t the only one suffering, even if it was being imposed on him by Jinki. He was sure it would be worth it, in the end, but that didn’t stop him from pulling his cock out and jerking off on the way home.
Jinki gave the piercings three months to heal, which Jjong happily agreed to, even if it was longer than the other dermal piercings he’d gotten, on his collarbones, and hips. But that type of piercings had a rejection rate, and as much as he wouldn’t mind going through the process again, he would rather not scar his face, and the more stress on the body while he was healing, the more likely the rejection. They’d been together for about a year and a half, by that time, and he loved Jinki, but their relationship was lacking an intimacy that ached in his chest. Even with the messy blow jobs and the long sessions of heavy petting, he felt frustrated, needy. Whenever he brought it up to the older boy, he’d get a dark chuckle that set his blood alight, a callused hand down his pants as Jinki purred into his ear, about how proud he was of Jjong, how he’ll get what he needs soon, as he brought him off against the nearest surface.
It was a few weeks from his birthday when Jinki called, telling him not to touch himself, warning him almost. Reluctantly, Jonghyun agreed. The older boy never asked him to do, or not do, anything that wouldn’t ultimately be better in the long run. Needless to say he was a ball of hormones when his 23rd rolled around, Jinki coming to pick him up. It was a surprise, he’d said, wrapping an arm around the smaller boys shoulder and playing with the diamond tear drop that hung from the right dermal piercing under Jjong’s eye. He’d bought it for himself a while ago, a little self-conscious about how stupid a tear drop would look, but it had rabidly become Jinki’s favorite, he played with it every change he got.
Jinki lead him to his car, and surprisingly, didn’t drive them to the usual piercing parlor. They drove for a while, the warm weight of the older boys hand on his thigh making the smaller boy’s body buzz with excitement. They pulled up in front of an apartment building and Jinki lead him inside, into the elevator and to the 7th floor. It looked like an expensive place to live, there was only one door when they got off, which Jinki knocked on briskly. The man who answered was shirtless, and very muscular, his abs, chest and arms ripped. He was also very tall, with impossibly large eyes and short black hair He had a collar around his neck, soft looking black leather with a silver hoop on the front. Jonghyun didn’t realize he was checking him out until Jinki pinched him with a light chuckle.
“Minho, is Taemin here?” Jinki asked, wrapping his arm around Jjong and pulling him close. Without a word, the tall boy stepped aside and ushered them in, leading them into a lavish suit. He guided them into a sitting room of sorts, where a slim, young, blond male was being fed cherries by another blond, who was also wearing a collar, and had half his head shaved.
“Master,” the tall boy said, deep voice drawing the attention of the other two, “your brother is here for you.” The slim boy jumped to his feet, which caused the other to pout and try to pull him back.
“Not now, Kibum,” Taemin said with a giggle, stroking the shaved part of the boys head, “behave when we have company.” He smiled and walked over to Jinki, giving him a hug, then nodded to Jonghyun. “Please, follow me,” he said, sweeping them out of the room and down the expansive hall.
“You’ve got a new boy,” Jinki observed as they walked, sliding his hand down off his boyfriends waist to grab his hand, squeezing lightly. Jonghyun could hear the disapproval in his voice.
Taemin nodded his head, opening one of the doors and leading them into a sterile white room. “Minho gets so lonely when I have to leave, and Kibum is just so pretty, and juicy and thick,” he giggled at the look of reproach his older brother shot him. “Come now, Onew hyung, don’t be like that. We both know dominance runs in our family.” He shot a sidelong glance at Jonghyun, before pulling back one of the curtains to reveal a piercing chair. “Now, if your boy could take his pants and underwear off and lay down, I’ll get my stuff.”
Jinki tensed next to Jonghyun, growling lightly. “My ‘boy’ has a name, Taemin. He’s a person, not one of your pets,” he snapped. “I brought him here because you’re the only person I trust with this. It’s his birthday and I won’t have you looking down on him.”
“Ah, yes,” Taemin muttered, as he rolled his eyes and bowed extravagantly towards them both. “I forgot. Lovely, Kim Jonghyun, shinning boyfriend of my brother, the heir of the Lee family fortune, would you kindly remove the clothes off your lower body and lay down?” Jonghyun giggled at the over dramatic show, but Jinki was still tense and angry. The small brunette nodded, and started stripping, waiting for the younger boy to leave before turning to his boyfriend.
“I’ve never met your brother,” he said, stepping out of his underwear and gingerly sitting on the leather seat, subconsciously pulling his shirt down over his crotch. “He seems…interesting. Why am I half naked?”
“My brother is a sadistic ass that was lucky enough to be born in the body of a cherub.” Jinki scoffed, gently pushing the younger boy to lie back onto the chair and pushing his shirt up around his neck. He stroked his fingers over the piercings on Jjong’s face, then the ones on his collarbones. The smaller boy hissed and arched as Jinki teased the barbells though his nipples, tugging them lightly and making Jjong keen. He slid his hands lower, over the belly ring, a diamond drop hung from it, matching the one on his face. Jinki always bought him diamond jewelry, one more thing that was perfect about Jonghyun, his birthstone. He continued down, over the hips piercings and down to his cock, half hard from the attention. “You’re getting the prince,” he said, rubbing his thumb over Jjong’s slit, making the younger boy arch and moan loudly, clutching at the seat. “When it heals I’ll get you a diamond for it. You’ll shine like you were born to.” Jonghyun nodded rapidly, pushing up into the teasing touches of the older boy.
“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Taemin’s teasing voice broke through the haze of lust and Jonghyun groaned, covering his face with his hands and tried to pull his shirt down, but Jinki growled, not letting him. “Wow, he is beautiful isn’t he?’ The youngest boy observed, smirking when Jonghyun tried to glare at him, and snapped on his gloves. “I’m sorry, you’re very beautiful Jonghyun.” He grabbed his tools and sat in a rolling chair, moving closer, swatting his brothers hand away. “If you want to help, hold his hand,” he muttered.
Jonghyun gasped as he felt the cool latex of the blonde’s glove, wiggling at the feel of it on his hard cock. He looked up at Jinki, as if to ask if this was alright. The older boy smiled and took his hand, squeezing it lightly and petting his hair gently, moving down to tug lightly at the diamond drop on his face. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Jonghyun arched and nodded, trying not to push or pull against Taemin’s grip. Normally, the piercer would talk to him, tell him what to expect, how it should feel, but Taemin did none of those things. Instead, he simply marked the spot where he would put the needle and went to work. Jonghyun gasped as the youngest threaded something through his slit, down into the urethra, and whined at the strange feeling, trying not to squirm. Jinki squeezed his hand and shushed him, brushing some of his sweat matted hair off his forehead to kiss it.
“A-ah~” the smaller man gasped, the sudden pain as the needle pierced his skin. He shook, and a low chuckle came from Jinki as his cock twitched in Taemin’s hand. “S-sorry,” he whimpered, biting at his lip and trying to keep himself still again. He was trembling by the time Taemin was done, leaking around the titanium ring even as the blonde cleaned the holes. It made the youngest boy chuckle as he stood up and stripped off his gloves.
“Normally, I would suggest not having sex for a few weeks, but it seem like that’s not an option,” he shook his head as he watched Jonghyun fight to stay still as he gazed down at his pierced cock head.
“I’m borrowing a room,” Jinki all but growled, lifting the smallest boy up in his arms, “I’ll need it for the night.” He didn’t wait for the younger boy to give him an okay, just took Jonghyun out of the room, carrying him further down the hall and masterfully opened one of the doors, closing it with his foot.
It was a bedroom, lit only by a fireplace in the center back wall. It was decorated with dark colors, and the bed looked huge, larger than the king size in Jinki’s apartment. He was laid gently on the silk sheets of the bed, the firelight catching the diamonds decorating his skin and making them twinkle in the darkness.
“You’re perfect,” Jinki breathed, as he gently pulled Jonghyun’s shirt up and off, running his hands over the younger boys skin reverently, pressing and holding him, ghosting his fingers over Jjong’s ribs, teasing his pierced nipples again, this time bending down to licks over the barbell, sucking it into his mouth and tugging, making the slim boy cry out. “Look at you shine, my beautiful boy,” he whispered against the tan flesh, moving to lick at his other nipple, biting slightly harder, pulling a cry from Jjong’s throat. He dragged his mouth upward, licking and kissing over the studs that decorated each of his collarbones. “My perfect Diamond. I found you when you were rough, unfinished.” He licked up his neck, as his hand trailed lower to play with the barbell in his stomach, tugging it as he licked the gem below Jonghyun eye. “Only I saw your true potential, how you were made to be seen, to sparkle like the stars.”
Jonghyun blushed at the poetic praise the older man was laying on him, writhing under his larger body, his sensitive cock rubbing against the soft shirt covering Jinki’s stomach, “Hyung, please,” he begged, body humming with pent up pleasure, and the yearning, aching need for more. “Please, can we?”
Jinki chuckled and nodded, blowing over the wet patch he’d just made and kissing the younger boy, licking into his mouth and claiming it for his own. The smaller boy moaned and arched into him, wrapping his arms around Jinki, scratching at his clothed back and tangling a hand into his hair, trying to pull him closer, press harder against him, after weeks of not touching himself, this was torture. Their tongues tangled together, Jinki shuddered atop him every time the diamond studded barbell that bisected the smaller man’s tongue touched him, moaning and pressing harder against the pierced man.
Jonghyun whined in frustration as Jinki broke the kiss, trailing his lips down his neck to nip at his clavicle piercings again. “Don’t tease,” he pleaded desperately, close to tears, as he pushed at the bigger man’s shoulders, trying to force him lower. It only drew another laugh from Jinki, who slid lower, wrapping his mouth around one of Jjong’s previously abused nipples, nipping and sucking on it, moving the barbell up and down through his flesh, teasing even though he was asked not to.
The older man’s large hands felt like they dwarfed Jjong’s small waist, shifting his hips and sliding between them, spreading his legs and rubbing the smooth flesh of the brunette’s inner thighs. Jinki’s movements weren’t rough, but they were forceful, like he was entitled to do what he wanted with the smaller boy’s body whether he liked it or not. Jonghyun was more than okay with the treatment, as he arched into the older man’s mouth, whimpering loudly as he squirmed and wordlessly begged for more, clawing at Jinki’s shoulders.
“Patience,” the older man whispered, spreading the smaller boy’s legs wider, reaching into the draw beside the bed and pulling out a slim bottle of lube. He pressed it onto Jonghyun’s lower stomach, tracing the hair that lead down to his cock, rubbing the smooth, cool plastic over the sensitive skin of the smaller boy’s lower stomach, between his hip piercings, before leaving it there, and grabbing Jjong’s hands. Jinki kissed his palms, then moved up, guiding them to hold onto the metal bars that decorated the headboard. “Don’t let go, Jjong,” his order was purred into the brunette’s ear, “I’ll be mad if you do.”
The pierced boy nodded heatedly, moaning low in his throat when Jinki picked up the small tube and popped it open. Jonghyun spread his legs wider, eagerly, which caused the older man to smile softly, as he slicked his fingers up. He ran them gently over Jonghyun’s pulsing length, carefully avoiding the new piercing. Onew trailed his fingers lower, painting the trembling boys inner thighs with the lube, and bent down, mouthing up and down Jonghyun’s shaft, sucking enthusiastically at the most sensitive parts of his cock, rubbing his slick fingers against the younger boy’s opening.
He pushed one inside slowly, moving in small gentle circles as he worked it inside, opening up the smaller boy’s body gently. Jjong tensed and shivered under the sensation, not foreign by any means, but it was the first time for Jinki to be the one with his fingers inside. The simple change was incredible; the older man’s fingers were thicker, more sure than Jjong’s had ever been, even when he was comfortable with himself. He tried to relax, make it easier for them both, but with Jinki licking his cock like a lollipop, and his precum keeping the sinfully delicious pain of his new piercing fresh in his mind, relaxing was the last thing he could do. Instead, Jonghyun pushed into the finger, pressing against it.
“Please,” he moaned, knuckles white on the metal. “Please I don’t… I can’t wait, please,” he whined shamelessly. The last time he came before Jinki wanted him too, the older boy had left. He’d apologized not half an hour later, calling the younger boy to reassure him that it was okay, but he’d disobeyed, and Jinki had to discipline him. Jonghyun really didn’t want Jinki to leave tonight.
“I’ll hurt if I don’t,” The older boy warned, slowly working a second finger inside. Jonghyun moaned and rocked his hips back into the press, his muscles straining. The larger boy had stopped the relentless attention on his cock, instead dragging his tongue over the smaller boys defined hip bones, tugging lightly at the diamonds there, purring softly as he stroked Jonghyun side softly. “Just relax baby, it’ll be okay.”
“I can’t,” Jjong pleaded, nearly sobbing and the older man wasn’t even inside him. That had caught the older man’s attention, pulling his fingers out and moving up Jonghyun’s body, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. Jonghyun nuzzled into him, whining softly, “Please?”
With a sigh, Jinki nodded, leaning up to undo his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock. The smaller boy moaned and licked his lips at the sight, which caused Jinki to chuckle lightly and rub Jjong’s thighs, opening them wider. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some into his palm, before pouring the rest over the younger’s thighs and cock, dripping it over his balls and lower. As he ran a careful, brisk hand over his cock, slicking it up, he rubbed the excess lube into Jonghyun, getting him nice and wet. He rubbed the slick head of his cock against the other boy’s slick opening. “You’re a mess, my beautiful boy, begging already,” he teased, pressing a finger gently against the curved metal that protruded from Jjong’s slit, rocking it in and out slightly.
“Fuck, no, no, no, don’t, please,” he sobbed, tensing and arching so hard it was like he’d been electrocuted, “please, please, I can’t… J-Jinki I can’t,” he moaned, writhing and clutching the bars tighter, tears slowly made their way down his face, caressing the diamond one on his cheek, as he pushed back against the older man’s cock. Jinki cooed softly, whipping the salty liquid away with a gentle swipe of his thumb.
“Alright,” he said, and gripped Jonghyun’s thighs, hooking them over his hips and pressing closer, groaning deep in his throat and biting his lower lip as he slid into the smaller man’s hot, tight body. He went slowly, shifting Jjong closer as he pressed harder into his unyielding body, ignoring the pain filled whine the left the boy.
“H-hurts,” Jonghyun whimpered, tense and squirming under the older man, panting hard from the intimate pain, he squeaked when Jinki moved, rocking into him slowly. “N-no! Wait, wait,” he whined, wrapping his legs around the bigger boys waist and pulling him closer, choking as it drove the thick cock inside him deeper, trying to keep his lover from moving. “Please, it’s so … just… wait, please.”
The older boy paused, frowning as he looked down at the slim boy. “I told you, you weren’t ready.” He kept up the motion, his hips flush against Jonghyun’s, grinding against him in a circular motion, ignoring the gasps and whines the action ripped from the smaller boys throat. “You’re too tight,” he pulled his hips back a little, and Jjong gasped at the feeling inside, like a suction, as the older boys thick cock moved slowly against his walls, “feel that? Your body doesn’t want me to leave.”
The smaller boy nodded, rocking up weakly into Jinki’s hips, “D-don’t,” he tried to beg, only to cut himself off with a ragged moan as the older boy rocked faster into him, whimpering and trembling at the pace, feeling his body loosen to accept the large intrusion. “Ah! Fuck, Jinki!”
The older man purred, rocking into Jjong as he gently unwounded the smaller boys legs from his waist, hooking them over his elbows as he hoisted the slim brunettes hips up as he started shallowly thrusting into his diamond boy, tipping his head back a little to let the smaller man’s noises wash over him. Never pulling out all the way, he built a slow rhythm as he slid in and out of the supple body beneath him. Forcing Jonghyun’s legs up higher, Jinki slowly pushed them back near his ears, ripping a strangled cry from the boy, so he could watch his fat cock slide in and out of Jjong’s abused opening, watching as it clung to his shaft like it never wanted to let go.
The smaller boy couldn’t stop the noises that fell from his lips as Jinki moved in him, the pain from being underprepared adding to the burning in his blood. He tried to relax, to open himself up further, hoping that his wordless begging and breathless whines he couldn’t keep from making would encourage Jinki to go faster, to really fuck him. But it did nothing, the dominate man continued to demonstrate his colossal amount of control as he kept his pace slow and even, even as he pulled out almost all the way, before forcing his way back inside just as deliberately. Jonghyun felt like he was going to go insane. With a desperate cry, he planted his feet on the bed, knees bent out around Jinki’s hips as he forced himself back on the bigger man’s cock. “Fuck me,” he growled, clenching down hard on him, “I need it, hyung, n-need you, don’t tease, please.” It was like a flip had been switched inside the older boy, his grip on Jonghyun’s hips tightened considerably as he paused and looked down at the younger, studying his face, before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming home, the sound of their skin slapping together drowned out by the high pitched wail Jjong let out, his back arching as a sweet mix of pain and pleasure raced through him.
“You like that?” Jinki growled darkly, biting at a diamond stud that decorated the slighter boy’s ear. “Gunna break you, Jjong. Fucking split you open and fill you up.” His hips pistoned the younger boy, whose entire body was straining as he struggled to keep his body up in the position Jinki was forcing him into, his newly pierced cock twitching and leaking continuously against his stomach. Jonghyun gasped and whined constantly, drooling as he moaned and writhed under the bigger boy, who had risen up onto his knees, throwing Jjong’s legs over his shoulders as he fucked into him. “You’re mine,” Jinki growled, eyes like melted shadows, as they bore into Jonghyun’s own, searching. A frown graced Jinki’s angelic features, curling his lips into a snarl of displeasure, and he griped the younger’s hips harder, shifting them up just a little higher and slammed inside. The howl that Jonghyun let out sounded more animal than human, his body convulsing and trying to curl into itself as Jinki continued to brutally abuse his spot. But he never let go of the headboard.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” the bigger man cooed, spreading the other boy’s legs so he could reach deeper, “so tight for me, so willing, needy for my cock.” He grunted, his voice a little breathless; other than the sheen of sweat that made them glisten in the light of the fireplace, it was the only outward sign that the older boy was affected. “You’re gonna cum like this, Pretty,” he cooed, “just from my cock up your ass, piercing you, filling you, completing you, right?”
“Yes, yes,” Jonghyun gasped desperately, feeling the need for release burning though out his body, “Please, I need-” he broke off with a choked whine, thoughts shattered by a hard, pointed thrust.
“No one said you could talk,” Jinki growled, reaching up to run a hand over the younger boys throat, Jjong arched his head back in total submission as he whimpered. The action brought a smile to the older boy’s lips, and he finally let go, losing his perfect rhythm as he approached his peak. “Cum, pet,” he ordered sharply, but the breath he took after it hitched and wavered. The command drove Jonghyun over the edge, his entire body clenching up as he arched, nearly screaming as cum shot out of his cock, the pained fire of the salty liquid sliding through an open wound only made him cum harder. With his last brain cells, Jonghyun clamped down hard on the cock moving inside him, losing himself in the white bliss of his orgasm as he felt something hot coat his insides.
The younger boy sagged hard onto the bed, blissed out and nearly unconscious with the intensity of his orgasm, he still clung loosely to the metal headboard, so he couldn’t fight back when Jinki’s thick hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing tightly. Jonghyun tried to gasp, staring wide eyed at Jinki as he brought his hands down to claw at the older man’s arms, trying to get him off. His eyes screamed, and he trashed, but his weak, spent body was no match for Jinki’s bigger, denser mass.
“Happy Birthday, my precious Diamond,” The older boy whispered, squeezing harder, below him the younger boy’s body bucked, trying desperately to draw air in. Things were getting dark, fuzzy, like he was under water. The last thing Jonghyun heard was his boyfriend’s voice, reverent and full of proud emotions, “I love you so much.”
From the door way, the wide eyes of a nosy fox watched the scene. He clutched the saline solution his Master had given him to present to Jinki and his friend, when they were done with their activities. The young boy stood there, hands tight and white knuckled as he watched the larger boy continue to hold onto the slim ones neck, so tightly his arms strained, whispering the sweet words his lover would never hear, raining kisses down on the dead or dying flesh. There was a flash in his mind, maybe the boy wasn’t dead yet, and he made to move, to save the smaller one. But a familiar hand stopped him, wrapped around his mouth and pulled him swiftly into a nearby room, the door closing silently behind them.
Key turned and struggled, trying to get out of the grip, to reach the boy. “Kibum, stop,” his master’s order washed over him like cold water, and he stopped, a soft sob breaking from his lips. Taemin wrapped his arms around him, pulling his new slave close and shushing him gently, as they swayed side to side. “We can’t do anything for Jonghyun. Jinki would kill you if you interrupt.” He turned the boy around, petting his face gently and whipping the tears that fall down away. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, my lovely one,” he whispered, kissing his forehead.
“B-but why?” Kibum choked out, clutching onto the taller boys cloths and burying his face in Taemin’s neck. “Why?”
“My brother is insane, Kibum,” he said, like he was reminding a child, as he stroked a hand down the slave’s back. “I told you. I can’t possibly fathom why he does it, not really. I’m doing my best, “ his voice wavered, “saving the ones I can, protecting the ones that live,” he paused abruptly, guilt heavy in his voice, as he stroked the shaved side of Key’s head gently, like he was waiting for something, before sighing heavily. “He’d been talking about his Masterpiece for a year. I thought… he’d be different.”
Kibum nodded, snuggling into Taemin’s neck and kissing him. “You’re a good person, Master,” he whispered happily, then freezing when the door next to them opened and closed. Footsteps echoed down the hall outside. As soon as the disappeared Key pulled back, eyes that had always been bright and shinning suddenly dull and lifeless, almost, as he pushed Taemin away from him. “It might not be too late,” he whispered, voice darker, deeper. It was a whole other person.
“Go to Minho,” Taemin ordered, feeling himself tear up as he watched the wicked intelligence that was Key fade from the boy’s eyes, replaced by the bubbly loquaciousness of Kibum, who nodded eagerly and did as he was bid. Taemin pulling the door open and stared at the stillness that was Jinki’s Diamond, on the bed sheets, the fire still roaring in its pit, worrying his lip, before climbing atop the bed, and hoped that Key was right.
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