downfall
krisoo, 600w, nc-17
(w: consensual bdsm/obedience)
kris can feel the sweat on his boyfriend's skin, slicking up his grasp on his hip; kyungsoo is hiccuping, bouncing in kris' lap, vibrating himself back on the fingers kris has pressing up inside him like he does when he's close. with the back of his hand braced against the place where his hip meets his thigh, kris' hand is posed for kyungsoo to ride and kris doesn't have to do anything more than stay obediently still and kiss him.
(he'd been too good at it the first time he'd fingered kyungsoo; that had been his downfall.)
sitting there with his fingers pointed up, having his hair tugged and nipples pinched, that was a lot easier than a lot of things kyungsoo has him do - painful things, humiliating things. it still burns him up inside: kyungsoo's perfect, wet mouth, growling against kris' own, kyungsoo's perfect hands, gripped tight in kris' bleached hair... these are the things he dreams about when kyungsoo isn't demanding every brain cell to be focused on his pleasure, weekday nights when he's banished by the call of responsibility to his own apartment.
("wow," kyungsoo had sighed with admiration later, when kris had been collared as his and spent all his weekends serving his tiny master's whims, "with fingers like that, i don't think i need your cock at all, do i!")
to feel kyungsoo naked and open for him, to feel his mouth against his own, to feel him hissing 'shit, shit, i'm gonna- fuck!', yeah, that's hot.
but to be teased and denied like that, to be told to be still and let kyungsoo use his body, to use only his fingers- yeah, kris likes it.
he likes it a lot.
inside his jeans, inside a narrow metal tube, kris' trapped cock is helplessly swollen with how much he likes it.
(and kris knew what the device was when kyungsoo showed him two weeks later, understood then why kyungsoo had wrapped him in measuring tape a while back. he's seen them in porn. his cock got hard so fast he wasn't sure if it was arousal at the thought of being locked that did it or his body naturally trying to defend itself; regardless, kyungsoo had bound him up and given him the sweetest small kisses and words of encouragement as he shrank his erection with one dripping ice cube until kris could fit in his cage. the sound of the plastic lock snapping in place made kris dizzy, the kind of dizzy that usually ended with him sniffling back tears and pressing his ace into his lover's thighs, desiring nothing more in the world than kyungsoo's affection.)
he won't be let out, not this weekend. no, he'd been told. but if he's good with his mouth, if he takes enough pain at kyungsoo's hands or, under kyungsoo's orders, at his own, if he looks good enough at dinner with kyungsoo's friends when they meet for drinks, if he manages not to put his foot in his mouth like he always does and stay on kyungsoo's good side-
then maybe next weekend.
maybe.
kyungsoo hisses an "aisssh", hiccups, and comes, lips trembling against kris' own. kris' mind melts into pure adoration, sighing and trying to kiss him properly, feeling his ass tighten around his two skyward-aimed fingers.
kyungsoo finally freezes, lips dragging across kris' jaw to nuzzle against his neck, a soft puddle of boyish good looks and devilish desires. kris is endlessly fond of him. he kisses his temple and whispers, "bed, sir?"
kyungsoo smiles, kisses his collar, and nods.
that's okay. he can wait. this is better.
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(w: consensual bdsm/obedience)
kris can feel the sweat on his boyfriend's skin, slicking up his grasp on his hip; kyungsoo is hiccuping, bouncing in kris' lap, vibrating himself back on the fingers kris has pressing up inside him like he does when he's close. with the back of his hand braced against the place where his hip meets his thigh, kris' hand is posed for kyungsoo to ride and kris doesn't have to do anything more than stay obediently still and kiss him.
(he'd been too good at it the first time he'd fingered kyungsoo; that had been his downfall.)
sitting there with his fingers pointed up, having his hair tugged and nipples pinched, that was a lot easier than a lot of things kyungsoo has him do - painful things, humiliating things. it still burns him up inside: kyungsoo's perfect, wet mouth, growling against kris' own, kyungsoo's perfect hands, gripped tight in kris' bleached hair... these are the things he dreams about when kyungsoo isn't demanding every brain cell to be focused on his pleasure, weekday nights when he's banished by the call of responsibility to his own apartment.
("wow," kyungsoo had sighed with admiration later, when kris had been collared as his and spent all his weekends serving his tiny master's whims, "with fingers like that, i don't think i need your cock at all, do i!")
to feel kyungsoo naked and open for him, to feel his mouth against his own, to feel him hissing 'shit, shit, i'm gonna- fuck!', yeah, that's hot.
but to be teased and denied like that, to be told to be still and let kyungsoo use his body, to use only his fingers- yeah, kris likes it.
he likes it a lot.
inside his jeans, inside a narrow metal tube, kris' trapped cock is helplessly swollen with how much he likes it.
(and kris knew what the device was when kyungsoo showed him two weeks later, understood then why kyungsoo had wrapped him in measuring tape a while back. he's seen them in porn. his cock got hard so fast he wasn't sure if it was arousal at the thought of being locked that did it or his body naturally trying to defend itself; regardless, kyungsoo had bound him up and given him the sweetest small kisses and words of encouragement as he shrank his erection with one dripping ice cube until kris could fit in his cage. the sound of the plastic lock snapping in place made kris dizzy, the kind of dizzy that usually ended with him sniffling back tears and pressing his ace into his lover's thighs, desiring nothing more in the world than kyungsoo's affection.)
he won't be let out, not this weekend. no, he'd been told. but if he's good with his mouth, if he takes enough pain at kyungsoo's hands or, under kyungsoo's orders, at his own, if he looks good enough at dinner with kyungsoo's friends when they meet for drinks, if he manages not to put his foot in his mouth like he always does and stay on kyungsoo's good side-
then maybe next weekend.
maybe.
kyungsoo hisses an "aisssh", hiccups, and comes, lips trembling against kris' own. kris' mind melts into pure adoration, sighing and trying to kiss him properly, feeling his ass tighten around his two skyward-aimed fingers.
kyungsoo finally freezes, lips dragging across kris' jaw to nuzzle against his neck, a soft puddle of boyish good looks and devilish desires. kris is endlessly fond of him. he kisses his temple and whispers, "bed, sir?"
kyungsoo smiles, kisses his collar, and nods.
that's okay. he can wait. this is better.
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