how to train your (g-)dragon

Dec 11, 2011 05:16

Title: How to Train Your (G-)Dragon
Word Count: 4,193
Pairing: G-TOP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Choi Seunghyun demonstrates a love for corporal punishment of the sexual nature.

Shoutouts to my lovely betas wishunew & manaphasm as well as my dearest guinea pig realtimeturbo~

Seunghyun was never the controlling type when it came to his relationships. Confident in his worth, he never saw reason to be jealous or worried about what his lover was doing, who he was seeing, where he was.  Besides, he knew that he would never appreciate someone constantly breathing down his back, so he went out of his way to be sure he would never do the same. However, though they were very relaxed, he had boundaries, lines, and it seemed Kwon Jiyong had made it his mission to cross every single one in the shortest amount of time possible.

To be honest, Seunghyun hadn't even wanted to go to the YG Family Concert after party in the first place. Normally, he would have been the first to accompany his labelmates for a night out but he was just so exhausted after the show that going home to his nice, warm bed certainly sounded much more appealing. But, being the hyung that he was, he was quick to succumb to the adorable (and incessant) pleading of his boyfriend and fellow members.

And he regretted it completely.

The party was a complete and total disaster, for him at least. His displeasure had nothing to do with the party itself; it had been fun at first, even if he was drained. He’d had a few drinks and spent some time with old friends, his mood mellow, especially with how tired he was. But as the night progressed, his relaxed mood dissipated as Jiyong got more and more drinks into his system.

There were stages to Jiyong’s drunkenness. When he was tipsy or even just a little bit drunk, it was hardly noticeable lest you caught him swaying slightly as he walked or danced. As he had more alcohol, though, his speech became more slurred, his face reddened, and he became uncontrollable. Loud, boisterous, physical. He was flirtatious, touching everyone everywhere, but on that particular night, he seemed to be paying special attention to their maknae.

For most of the night, Jiyong had been cuddling up to the younger member, whispering in his ear and laughing raucously as if to snare Seunghyun's attention. Snare it he had, but Seunghyun hardly let it show, talking unaffectedly to Teddy and Se7en. He wasn’t about to give in to Jiyong’s childish behavior.

This did nothing but add more fuel to the fire, and Jiyong’s flirtatious behaviors only escalated from there. He was draping himself over the other members and their dancers as well as hitting on the club’s female staff. Seunghyun wasn’t sure if he was angry or just flat-out embarrassed by Jiyong’s behavior. He didn’t want to come off as a controlling, asshole of a boyfriend, but when Jiyong started to make out with the bartender…well, that was the last straw.

---

The silence in the car was suffocating, doing very little to dissolve the tension between the couple. Jiyong seemed almost oblivious to Seunghyun’s rage, his alcohol-induced giddy energy not once dissipating. He shifted in the seat to stare at Seunghyun, hoping his watching him would entice his lover to speak. He paid no attention to the way Seunghyun’s hands gripped the steering wheel until the knuckles went white or the sharpness of his clenched jaw. He just wanted Seunghyun to pay attention to him, to say something.

"Hyung," Jiyong whined as Seunghyun continued to stare forward at the road, despite his lover’s unwavering gaze. "Why aren't you paying attention to me?"

If he hadn't been annoyed by the younger boy's behavior at the club, the pout on his lips would have amused Seunghun greatly. But all it did was cause the scowl on his face to deepen. "I have to watch the road, Ji," Seunghyun replied gruffly, clenching and unclenching his hands on the steering wheel. "You don't want to get into an accident, do you?"

The logic in Seunghyun's response went right over the inebriated leader's head and his pout deepened. "Well, no," he slurred, eyes lidded. "But I just want you to acknowledge me." For a drunk man, Jiyong was incredibly fast and his hand was inside Seunghyun's pants in the blink of an eye.

The abrupt contact made Seunghyun jump and his foot slammed down on the brakes, causing the car to jerk forward violently. "Are you out of your mind?" Seunghyun hissed, gripping Jiyong's wrist and pulling his hand away from him. "For the sake of our lives and my sanity, Jiyong, just...keep your hands to yourself."

Jiyong whimpered softly at the sternness in his lover's voice, nodding and closing up into his seat. The rest of the ride was completely silent, save for the soft sound of their breathing.

---

A few hours later, Jiyong had long since passed out on the bed, sprawled out and snoring as normal. On the other side of the room, Seunghyun was lounging in his favorite chair, the window next to him thrown open as a cigarette dangled lazily between his lips. He watched Jiyong sleep through a haze of smoke and a cloud of thought. As his lover tossed and turned, so did the thoughts filling his mind.

Jiyong's behavior had infuriated him before (jealousy was an ugly emotion on Seunghyun), but now that he'd had time to think about it, he was much less angry and a lot more annoyed. He'd always been less than pleased by Jiyong's behavior, but not once had it been so out of control. Of course, there was no way for Seunghyun to say anything without the risk of upsetting Jiyong, but he didn't want to say anything. Reprimand wouldn't have done Jiyong justice.

Any kind of punishment for his lover had to be creative.

---

The hangover smacked Jiyong in the face before he even opened his eyes. A painful groan fell from his lips as he rolled onto his back, stretching his aching muscles. "God, is that me?" he grumbled, face pinched at the pungent smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filling his bedroom.

"Yes. Yes it is."

Jiyong's head snapped up and he gulped as his eyes fell on his dressed and ready-to-go boyfriend, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he leaned against the doorframe. "Seunghyun..." Jiyong winced underneath the unwavering gaze of the older man, looking down at his hands guiltily. He only had flashes of the previous night, but that was enough to know that he'd been bad. He braced himself for Seunghyun's scolding, which was more than expected.

Instead of saying anything, Seunghyun laughed. Normally a soft melody in his deep voice, the sound struck a chord of worry in Jiyong and he couldn't hold back a whimper; rather than reassuring him, the reaction only made Jiyong more nervous. Just what was Seunghyun planning to do to him?

“Don’t just sit there looking at me like that,” Seunghyun started, laughter still lingering in his voice, “you need to get dressed. We have to be at the stadium in an hour or so.” Jiyong nodded, stumbling off the mattress and shuffling towards the bathroom door. Just as he was about to enter, the older man called out to stop him. “After you’re done in the shower, don’t get dressed.” His eyes glinted with something Jiyong couldn’t recognize, but the look sent a shiver up his spine.

The leader nodded dumbly, scurrying away from his boyfriend and into the bathroom as soon as he was freed. Slamming the door shut behind him, he slumped against it, groaning from nerves. Was this a part of Seunghyun’s revenge for the previous night? Jiyong tried to imagine what Seunghyun had in mind and could only come up with the most embarrassing things, like the older man writing naughty messages on his lover’s arms in permanent marker just before they were slated to perform.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Jiyong showered as quickly as possible in order to see just what Seunghyun had in store for him. He came out of the bathroom, steam rising off his shower-fresh body as he exited. Seunghyun was sitting expectantly on the edge of the bed. “Dry off completely,” he said simply, tapping his foot as if impatient.

Jiyong was quick to obey, toweling himself dry and then watching Seunghyun in anticipation of his next order.

“Over here,” Seunghyun called as he gestured towards his lap. Jiyong moved to sit with his towel still wrapped around his waist but Seunghyun stopped him just before he could. “Towel off and lay on your stomach.”

Jiyong did as he was told, a soft moan falling from his lips as his soft length stiffened slightly against the fabric of Seunghyun’s pants. “S-Seunghyun,” the name left Jiyong as a breathless whisper as the older man’s hand brushed against the round of his ass.

“Jiyongie, you were so bad yesterday,” Seunghyun cooed, sounding much like a parent speaking to a child, “I think you need to be taught a little lesson.” Jiyong could hear Seunghyun busying himself behind him and tried to turn back to see what was happening, only to be forced back down by Seunghyun. “No peeking,” the older man said sternly, turning his attention back to the task at hand.

He squeezed a bit of lube onto the palm of his hand before slicking the medium-sized vibrator he’d found in Jiyong’s box of various toys.  “You know,” he started, breaking the silence, “it took me a while to figure out how you deserved to be punished.” His hand once again ran down the flesh of Jiyong’s backside, eliciting another sound of pleasure from the younger man. “But, considering your behavior, this may be the most appropriate.” As he spoke, Seunghyun used one hand to spread Jiyong’s legs a bit and expose his entrance while using the other to rub lube around the rim of his opening.

Jiyong jumped at the fingers prodding at his hole, his hand reaching back to grab Seunghyun’s wrist. “Seunghyun, w-what are you doing?”

Seunghyun shook his lover’s hand away with ease, pressing two slicked digits into Jiyong’s tightness as slowly as possible. “What does it look like I’m doing, Ji? I’m preparing you for your punishment.” He began to slide his fingers in and out of his lover at a tantalizing pace, his own cock twitching from the way Jiyong clenched and unclenched around them.

“W-What kind of punishment is this?” Jiyong writhed and moaned underneath Seunghyun’s fingers. It had been so long since he and Seunghyun slept together, the pleasure of his lover’s ministrations were only heightened by that sexual frustration.

“The very good kind.” Seunghyun murmured, adding a third finger and smiling as Jiyong gasped and dug his fingers into the fabric of the comforter. His fingers pulled out without warning and Jiyong let out a disappointed whine, at which Seunghyun laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. You won’t be empty for too long.”

Jiyong turned his head just enough to shoot Seunghyun a confused look. “Hyung, what the hell are you-” The rest of his sentence was lost in a lengthy moan as Seunghyun replaced his fingers with a thick vibrator. The older man took his time as he pressed the toy inside of his lover, reveling in the soft whimpers leaving his group’s leader.

“Now,” he started when the vibrator was inserted all the way, “the rules of your punishment are very simple. Don’t touch the vibrator. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t tell anyone. Got it?” He shifted the toy slightly and the younger man stiffened and mewled in his lap.

“Y-Yes, Hyung…”

“Good. Now, get dressed,” he said, spanking Jiyong’s butt hard enough to leave a light handprint. “We have a show to do.”

---

In his five years of being a Big Bang member, Jiyong had never been so nervous for a performance. He’d distinctly remember Seunghyun referring to the toy currently inside of him as a vibrator, but he had yet to feel any kind of vibration from it. Not that it mattered any way. The way Seunghyun had angled it had the tip of the toy pressing against Jiyong’s prostate every time he moved and even without the vibrations, Jiyong’s body just couldn’t stop shivering from the incessant jolts of pleasure running though him. Now he just had to make sure the fans didn’t notice.

Even if he wasn’t feeling the physical effects of the vibrator, Seunghyun also found himself completely and utterly distracted by its presence.  He should have been focusing on the stage and his performance, but no matter what he did Seunghyun’s eyes kept drifting to Jiyong. He could see the mixture of pleasure and discomfort in the younger man’s every movement. His dancing was a tad less graceful, his voice a bit more strained. He could even see a distinct bulge rising in the front of the younger man's pants. Seunghyun chuckled to himself, his amusement clear even as he rapped. If Jiyong was already so gone with the vibrator off, Seunghyun could only imagine what would happen when he switched the little toy on.

When the first break in performing came and Big Bang was scheduled to have a talk with the fans, Seunghyun's hand slipped into his pocket, fingering the remote for the vibrator gingerly. Being the furthest to the right, he introduced himself first, the fans' reaction to his voice evoking a small smile. Next was Seungri, followed by Youngbae and Daesung.

Finally, it was Jiyong's turn to introduce himself. "Hey, guys," he said, voice level and smooth, "I'm G-Dragon."

Just then, Seunghyun turned on the vibrator on its lowest setting and Jiyong jumped slightly in surprise, a small squeak falling from his lips before he could stop it. The other members' eyes flickered to the leader for an instant before continuing their discussion, but Seunghyun's eyes lingered on his lover's slender frame.

Jiyong's hands were balled in the hem of his shirt, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he shivered from the sensation of the toy buzzing inside of him. He’d been staring at the ground in an attempt to hide his reddening face, but as he felt someone staring at him, he looked up, shooting Seunghyun a dark look. The older man chuckled, winking at his lover before turning his attention back to the fans.

Youngbae, aware of the tension between his two friends, was quick to introduce the next song on their set list, the always popular “Café.” Seunghyun bit his lip as he tried to hold back his smile; this was going to be fun.

---

“Whoa, Jiyong-hyung,” Seungri said in amazement, chasing after the sweating leader as he stalked off stage. “I’ve never heard your voice go so high for “Café” before!”
Youngbae nodded in agreement. “To be honest, I never even knew your voice could reach that octave.”

Jiyong gave them a quick, forced smile before turning back to glare at his snickering lover. “Yeah, neither did I.”

As soon as Big Bang entered their dressing room, clothes for their next set were thrust into their hands and the staff began to busy themselves with their hair and makeup.  Jiyong seemed to be the only one in the room completely stationary, absently watching his members get fussed over by their clothing coordinators. Jiyong felt one of the coordi-noonas’ hands tugging at the hem of his shirt as if to urge him out of his clothing and he jumped out of his thoughts. “A-Ah, Noona, I can do it myself.” His sentence was rushed and within the blink of an eye, he was inside of the bathroom connected to their room, door locked behind him.

"Jiyong-hyung!" Daesung called, his voice laced with concern.

Seungri looked up, just as confused as Daesung. “Why is Hyung changing in there all alone,” he asked, moving to enter the room.

Seunghyun moved to stop him, but Youngbae beat him to it. "I'm sure he's okay, Seungri-ah. He's probably trying to hide whatever kinky shit Seunghyun-hyung did to him last night." Youngbae looked pointedly at Seunghyun, who simply laughed.

"I guess you could say that, Youngbae-ah."

---

Seunghyun's favorite thing about his handy remote was its ease and efficiency. With the flick of a finger, he could dangle Jiyong over the edge of insanity then reel back in just as easily. Time and again, he did just that, reveling in the reactions of his lover, who was always caught off guard by the sudden change in vibrations. He loved the whimpers that fell from Jiyong’s lips when he thought no one else could hear him and the look of restrained ecstasy that painted the younger man’s face throughout the performances. Even during the performances that Jiyong did with other members of YG Family, Seunghyun could envision his lover’s reactions each time he fingered the little device sheltered in his pocket.

Seunghyun almost didn’t want the concert to end.

Jiyong, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for the curtains to close. As the final bow neared, he found himself growing more and more restless. He had no idea how he’d managed to survive the whole night, but at that point, he didn’t care. He just wanted his personal hell to come to an end and to be able to somehow find the release he’d been craving the entire night.

When the concert was finally over and done Jiyong was the first one off the stage. He half-ran, half-waddled to a bathroom on the far side of the stadium, panting against the cool, tiled wall. He pressed his front against the surface of the wall and let out a low groan, his cock twitching in his pants from the friction. The vibrator was still happily buzzing away inside of him, which did little to calm the heat running through him.

He rubbed against the wall much like a cat would and let out soft, little whimpers at the sensation. His mind was so clouded by the need to feel any kind of relief that he didn’t hear the door of the restroom swing open, nor did he hear the click of the lock or the light chuckle that followed. He only became aware of Seunghyun’s presence when the older man pressed the length of his body against Jiyong’s, the pressure shifting the vibrator and eliciting a strangled sound from the younger man.

Seunghyun chuckled once more, patting his butt gently. “You know, Ji, I was so sure you were going to be misbehave and sneak your way out of your punishment,” he ground his front against Jiyong’s backside, causing the leader to fall against him in a silent scream, “but you’re more disciplined than I thought.” He licked at the shell of Jiyong’s ear, rubbing his lover’s stomach soothingly. “I think you deserve a reward, Ji. What do you think?”

Jiyong swallowed hard, throat so tight from the incessant onslaught on his senses. “Please, Hyung. Please.” He wasn’t sure what Seunghyun meant by ‘reward’, so Jiyong wasn't even certain of what exactly it was that he was begging for, but he hoped to God that Seunghyun was thinking what he was thinking because he needed it so bad.

Seunghyun’s hand dropped lower, cupping Jiyong’s erection through the fabric of his pants. “You don’t even know what the reward is and you’re still begging for it,” Seunghyun laughed quietly, his hand rubbing into Jiyong’s ever-hardening bulge. The younger man let out an urgent whine and bucked his hips against Seunghyun’s palm, eliciting an understanding chuckle from the older man. “Okay, okay,” he gave in and undid the fastening on the tight jeans, sliding his hand into Jiyong’s underwear and lightly grasping his erection.

"Seunghyun," Jiyong mewled as Seunghyun's hand wrapped around his engorged length. He was already leaking pre-cum, as he had been throughout the show, and Seunghyun's touch only made it worse.

The older man knew just how badly Jiyong needed his release; after all, having an erection for over three hours was never a walk in the park. Nonetheless, he found himself teasing his lover, raking his nails up and down the length of his erection softly and stimulating his already over sensitive member.

Jiyong’s back arched at the sensation, the action forcing the vibrator to stab at his prostate sharply. The contact from both the vibrator and his lover’s hand had Jiyong seeing stars as he let out a wanton moan. “Don’t tease…I need this, Seunghyun, please.”
Seunghyun hummed softly into his lover’s ear as he stroked him gently, his pace slow and steady. “You need what, Ji? This? You want me to touch you like this?”

The leader mewled softly as Seunghyun finally gave into him, nodding his head and biting his lips as he rotated his small hips to meet the strokes of Seunghyun’s large hand. Soon, he found himself dissatisfied with the slow pace, and he reached down to grasp Seunghyun’s wrist in an attempt to quicken his speed. “Faster,” he murmured, his voice strained from frustration.

At Jiyong’s order, Seunghyun smirked and bit down into his lover’s shoulder, eliciting a surprised squeal from the younger man. “You’re going to have to be a bit nicer than that, Ji. This is your punishment¸ remember?” He squeezed the younger man’s cock for good measure, a sharp gasp leaving Jiyong’s reddened lips.

Normally, Jiyong didn’t beg; submission to anyone (even his lover) was something he vowed to never give in to. But, in his current desire-driven state, he couldn’t have cared less about what he had or hadn’t vowed to himself; he just wanted that perfect release and wanted it now. “Seunghyun, baby, please. Move a little faster. I want it so bad, please.”

Seunghyun almost wished he had a camera to record such a rare occasion. “That’s much better.” He tightened his grip on Jiyong’s length and began to jerk his lover off with abandon, his pace suddenly quickening two-fold. His free hand also slipped into Jiyong’s pants, reaching around to grab hold of the now-infamous vibrator. He began to move the toy in and out of his lover in time to the stroking of his hand, making sure to angle the tip of the vibrator towards the bundle of nerves that drove Jiyong wild. Each time he came into contact with it, Jiyong keened loudly and Seunghyun made sure to keep the toy pressed there to allow the vibrations to resonate before pulling the vibrator out, slamming it back in, and doing the same thing over.

Jiyong was already halfway gone when Seunghyun’s stroking finally reached the pace he wanted, but at the movement of the vibrator, the younger man simply lost it. He threw his head back with a husky, throaty moan, writhing and squirming in his lover’s embrace. Already he could feel his orgasm building up from within him; being hard for so long, he wasn’t surprised at how quickly he was approaching his release and Lord knows he wasn’t complaining. “I’m close, don’t stop, I’m close,” the words fell from his mouth like a mantra, his hips rolling up into Seunghyun’s hands wildly as he tried to force himself over the edge.
But, without warning, Seunghyun’s hands damn near stopped and Jiyong let out a strangled moan. “You promise you won’t misbehave like that again?” Seunghyun whispered hotly into the younger man’s ear as he suddenly and knowingly pulled Jiyong away from the orgasm he’d been inches away from.

Jiyong let out a dry sob, bucking up into Seunghyun’s palm desperately. “Yes, yes, I swear Hyung, just let me cum.” He clawed at his lover’s forearms as he scrambled for purchase in his pleasure-inundated state.

At that, Seunghyun’s hands resumed their pace as if they hadn’t stopped in the first place. Jiyong bucked, writhed, and moaned as his body tightened in anticipation of his long awaited orgasm. He reached behind him to tangle a hand in Seunghyun’s hair, bringing his face down to meet his and capturing his lover’s lips in a hungry kiss. “Fuck, Seunghyun, I’m going to c-” He broke off into a low moan, his back arching as he came violently, stars exploding across his hazy vision. As he came down from his orgasm-induced high, he slumped against Seunghyun’s body, panting.

Seunghyun pulled his hands away from Jiyong, not yet letting his thoroughly-sated lover go just yet. Though most of Jiyong’s cum had been absorbed by the fabric of his underwear, a few stray droplets had found their way to Seunghyun’s fingers and he brought the digits to his mouth, licking at the sticky substance. “Mm…good, as always, Jiyong,” he purred as he nuzzled into the younger man’s neck.

Jiyong nodded absently at his lover’s remark, mind still a bit clouded by his intense orgasm. When he’d caught his breath and gathered his brain enough to form coherent thoughts, he looked up at Seunghyun through lidded, lust-filled eyes. “There’s another after-party tonight,” he murmured, hand reaching back to brush against Seunghyun’s erection, “we should go to that one, too.”
Seunghyun chuckled lowly, shaking his head at Jiyong’s suggestion. “Then, let’s keep this in,” he replied, voice just as soft, as he replaced the toy between Jiyong’s ass cheeks, “just to be safe.”

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