stars (kikwang/hyunseung)
Kiseung bdsm pwp, 626w.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Kikwang smiles as they fall on the bed, and Hyunseung undoes his belt. His favorite, the one with the stars. (That's how Kikwang knows he cares.)
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Kikwang moans in little fits and starts as Hyunseung whips him. He's on his hands on knees, Hyunseung's hand on his hip. Kikwang can almost physically feel Hyunseung's other hand coming up to strike him again and his body recoils on instinct, except Hyunseung holds him in place with a delicate iron grip. Kikwang makes fists in the rented hotel bedsheets and rocks helplessly against the sensation - Hyunseung cracking a slice of pain against Kikwang's back, Kikwang arching and whimpering the line and shape of the belt burns its way into his skin, the prickling of it dissipiating deep and aching into his muscles - and then another before Kikwang can recover, until he's a shaking, sobbing mess. Kikwang moans when Hyunseung presses the hot line of his erect dick against the back of Kikwang's thigh, taking relief in the sheer, non-pain contact of it. Hyunseung breathes rough and unsteady until the rhythm of their panting seems to merge and diverge and merge again, accompanied by the steady metronome of the belt slicing into Kikwang's skin.
Later, Hyunseung turns him over. Kikwang gasps and arches as the cold sheets make contact with the skin on his back, and gasps harder when Hyunseung leans over him.
Much later, Hyunseung strokes and squeezes all the places where Kikwang's red and stinging, against the back of each thigh, along the shoulder blades, down the stomach, precariously close to Kikwang's stiffening, aching dick. Kikwang stifles whimpers and struggles against every kind of sensation now, detiorating into a mass of shaking nerves. Hyunseung holds him down and kisses him.
--
"Do you want it," Hyunseung says, his voice low and reverent as he smooths his palms down Kikwang's reddened stomach and idly runs his nails up the underside of Kikwang's cock. Kikwang nods and all he can do is try to breathe and not start sobbing in frustration when Hyunseung's head dips out of his line of sight. Hyunseung's tongue is a warm shock to Kikwang's nerves, making Kikwang's hips stutter.
Kikwang groans at the back of his throat, tries to get his body closer to Hyunseung. Kikwang's hands go numb from where Hyunseung has tied his wrists to the bedpost with his pretty, star-studded belt, and Kikwang tries to use the restraint as leverage to lift his legs around Hyunseung's shoulders.
Hyunseung's gaze flicks back up to Kikwang, his head between Kikwang's thighs. His lips are pink and Kikwang is immediately distracted. Hyunseung brings a hand to each of Kikwang's knees and pins them to the bed. The coldness of the sheets against his skin is almost unbearable, too stimulating as Hyunseung spends a few moments blowing puffs of air onto Kikwang's sensitized cock and contemplating Kikwang's restrained, prostrate body with round, considering eyes.
--
Hyunseung rides Kikwang as if he wants to break him, teeth gritted and nails pressing into Kikwang's waist, his hair sticking to his forehead as he frowns in concentration. Kikwang watches in a daze. Arousal happens to his body, and orgasm follows soon after, when Hyunseung moans like he's in pain and hisses a brief, biting, "Yes," into Kikwang's shoulder. Kikwang follows the patterns of Hyunseung's breathing, heavy and deep where Hyunseung flops against him, then light when Hyunseung unties him. Sound happens to Kikwang too, a low fainting whine as blood rushes to fix his body.
When Kikwang comes back to consciousness, he doesn't realize he's been out at all. Hyunseung looks tired and sad all of a sudden, and holds Kikwang close to kiss and rub him better.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Kikwang smiles as they fall on the bed, and Hyunseung undoes his belt. His favorite, the one with the stars. (That's how Kikwang knows he cares.)
--
Kikwang moans in little fits and starts as Hyunseung whips him. He's on his hands on knees, Hyunseung's hand on his hip. Kikwang can almost physically feel Hyunseung's other hand coming up to strike him again and his body recoils on instinct, except Hyunseung holds him in place with a delicate iron grip. Kikwang makes fists in the rented hotel bedsheets and rocks helplessly against the sensation - Hyunseung cracking a slice of pain against Kikwang's back, Kikwang arching and whimpering the line and shape of the belt burns its way into his skin, the prickling of it dissipiating deep and aching into his muscles - and then another before Kikwang can recover, until he's a shaking, sobbing mess. Kikwang moans when Hyunseung presses the hot line of his erect dick against the back of Kikwang's thigh, taking relief in the sheer, non-pain contact of it. Hyunseung breathes rough and unsteady until the rhythm of their panting seems to merge and diverge and merge again, accompanied by the steady metronome of the belt slicing into Kikwang's skin.
Later, Hyunseung turns him over. Kikwang gasps and arches as the cold sheets make contact with the skin on his back, and gasps harder when Hyunseung leans over him.
Much later, Hyunseung strokes and squeezes all the places where Kikwang's red and stinging, against the back of each thigh, along the shoulder blades, down the stomach, precariously close to Kikwang's stiffening, aching dick. Kikwang stifles whimpers and struggles against every kind of sensation now, detiorating into a mass of shaking nerves. Hyunseung holds him down and kisses him.
--
"Do you want it," Hyunseung says, his voice low and reverent as he smooths his palms down Kikwang's reddened stomach and idly runs his nails up the underside of Kikwang's cock. Kikwang nods and all he can do is try to breathe and not start sobbing in frustration when Hyunseung's head dips out of his line of sight. Hyunseung's tongue is a warm shock to Kikwang's nerves, making Kikwang's hips stutter.
Kikwang groans at the back of his throat, tries to get his body closer to Hyunseung. Kikwang's hands go numb from where Hyunseung has tied his wrists to the bedpost with his pretty, star-studded belt, and Kikwang tries to use the restraint as leverage to lift his legs around Hyunseung's shoulders.
Hyunseung's gaze flicks back up to Kikwang, his head between Kikwang's thighs. His lips are pink and Kikwang is immediately distracted. Hyunseung brings a hand to each of Kikwang's knees and pins them to the bed. The coldness of the sheets against his skin is almost unbearable, too stimulating as Hyunseung spends a few moments blowing puffs of air onto Kikwang's sensitized cock and contemplating Kikwang's restrained, prostrate body with round, considering eyes.
--
Hyunseung rides Kikwang as if he wants to break him, teeth gritted and nails pressing into Kikwang's waist, his hair sticking to his forehead as he frowns in concentration. Kikwang watches in a daze. Arousal happens to his body, and orgasm follows soon after, when Hyunseung moans like he's in pain and hisses a brief, biting, "Yes," into Kikwang's shoulder. Kikwang follows the patterns of Hyunseung's breathing, heavy and deep where Hyunseung flops against him, then light when Hyunseung unties him. Sound happens to Kikwang too, a low fainting whine as blood rushes to fix his body.
When Kikwang comes back to consciousness, he doesn't realize he's been out at all. Hyunseung looks tired and sad all of a sudden, and holds Kikwang close to kiss and rub him better.