It Hurts So Good
I am SO sorry for the spam darlings, I'm just being unusually active tonight...blame kyu and wook *glances at the scans and drools*
So anyways, here is the first request I have done~~ woot for progress!
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Title: It Hurts so Good
Pairing: HanWook
Prompt: Wookie is not as innocent as he looks; deep down he has a serious pain kink. Dominating, possessive!Geng. Preferably very kinky, rough sex.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, violence
It Hurts So Good
Ryeowook pulls his hoodie more firmly over his head as he walks quickly through the darkened streets, eyes wary and alert as the shadows and lights danced at the edge of his vision. He’s practically running as he sees the building in the distance and the sigh of relief is still on his lips when a shadow lieaps out at him and Ryeowook is struggling behind the hand smothering him as he’s shoved forcefully into a nearby alley.
There’s struggling and cries of pain and then screams that sends the crows on the power line fluttering in excitement.
Hankyung’s in a meeting with Sungmin and Kyuhyun when a guard bursts in and announces that there’s an emergency. Hankyung rushes towards his bedroom, the other two hot on his heels. They burst into the master bedroom and freeze upon seeing Ryeowook huddled on the floor, his pants unzipped and his hoodie ripped, covered head to toe in fresh blood. Sungmin gasps at the shocking sight and Hankyung exchanges quick glances with Kyhyun.
“What the hell happened?” Hankyung’s voice was tense and strained, but still controlled and Ryeowook seem to finally notice their presence, for he began to speak, even though he was still staring at the ground. “I-I was just walking…and then this man jumped out of the shadows and…and he dragged me into the alley and then h-he…he-” Ryeowook’s voice was trembling and he was shaking badly. Hankyung bent forward and patted his hair, “It’s okay Wookie, it’s okay…” Ryeowook looked up hopefully and then cringed at the deep frown and set jaw. “You’re angry at me aren’t you?! I’m so sorry, hyung! I know I’m not suppose to go out- I’m sorry!”
Hankyung leaned in and pulled the smaller man into his arms, “Shhh, no, of course I’m not angry at you, Wookie. It’s just that I’m worried, you know it’s dangerous for you to go outside alone…” Ryeowook just shook harder and muttered apologies, shivering violently. Sungmin watches him worriedly, “Wookie, why don’t you tell us how you got all this blood on you?” Ryeowook’s head jerked up and his eyes went wide, biting his lips hard…before smiling widely, “Oh hyung, it’s so pretty isn’t it? You should’ve been there! I just poked and poked and then there were pretty colours everywhere, all over the sky and the moon and inside of me, so many pretty colours, not just red, oh no, pink and black and green, so delicious…” Ryeowook was swaying around the floor, in soft circles, like a sleepwalking child.
Hankyung watched him fondly, when Kyuhyun grabbed his sleeve sharply and whispered something that made his expression change immediately. Hankyung moves and grabbed Ryeowook and pulled down his pants, fists clenching at the blood trailing down his thighs. “Wookie, did he hurt you?” “Who?” Kyuhyun sighed, “the man who you poked and made all the pretty colours?” “Oh! Yes the bad man hit me and kicked me in the ribs and then he crawled inside of me and made pretty colours as well…” Ryeowook continued dreamily, unaware as Hankyung’s eyes turned dark, “…it all hurt so good.”
Before the other two could move, Hankyung had his hand wrapped around Ryeowook’s throat. “It hurt so good huh? You liked it didn’t you, you little slut? That’s why you didn’t even try to stop him, right? Letting some random man fuck you, when you know it makes me angry?!” Ryeowook giggled even as he tried to draw in air and Sungmin quickly dragged Kyuhyun out of the room amid his protesting (“but it’s just starting to get interesting!”) just as Hankyung throws Ryeowook roughly onto the bed.
Hankyung slips the knife out of Ryeowook’s boot and carelessly slices through the jeans pooled at his ankles as well as the hoodie, not caring if he nicked some skin along the way. He licks the cuts oozing red against delicate white skin, offering the knife for Ryeowook to lick. Then he roughly pushes the younger man’s legs apart, till he’s spread wide open and waiting. Hankyung leans over to the drawer heside his bed and pulls out handcuffs and fixes Ryeowook’s wrists to the bedpost; loose enough to allow movement, not enough for escape, perfect for leaving bloody and bruised wrists. He reaches over and this time pulls out a cock ring which he slips over Ryeowook’s half hard cock.
“Who do you belong to?” Ryeowook smirks, “Whoever can make me scream their name the loudiest.” He’s rewarded with a sharp slap across the face. “You’re going to learn your lesson here, Ryeowookie. You’re going to remember who exactly you belong to.” The sentence is barely out of his mouth, when Hankyung grips Ryeowook’s hips and slams himself all the way in without warning. He earns a loud scream of pain, but not of his name and he continues to thrust in and out fast and hard, blood acting as a lubricant as Ryeowook yells and moans, body twisting as he tried to regain some control. By the time Ryeowook comes in a loud piercing cry, face scrunching up in agony and shock as he shudders through a dry orgasm, he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, cum and blood trickling from his entrance as Hankyung pulls out.
Hankyung’s expression is soft as he stares at Ryeowook, almost apologetic and Ryeowook feels a spike of fear that his lover would think he had gone too far and stop. Hankyung carefully unlocks his handcuffs and guides him to the bathroom where all the blood, pain and pleasure washes away and Ryeowook stares in dismay as everything flows down the drain. “I’m sorry Wookie, I shouldn’t have been so aggressive, especially after-” Ryeowook watches the guilt dance across Hankyung face and his stomach twists. “I leave you alone now…” Before he has the chance to move, Ryeowook has flung himself at the older man, “Please oh God, don’t leave, I don’t care if you hurt me! You know I love it when you hurt me, please, you can do anything, just as long as you don’t leave. I want to be hurt, for heaven’s sake, or I wouldn’t have let that man fuck me when I could have killed him immediately!” Hankyng’s expression darkens once again, but he shakes his head and moves away. Ryeowook watches his lover leave and sinks to the floor, sad and unsatisfied.
It seems like a lot later, when Hankyung comes back, carrying soup and bread and butter on a tray. Ryeowook jerks up and his eyes brighten, as Hankyung stops short and stare at the large dildo in the smaller man’s hand, buried deep within his entrance. Hankyung quickly crosses the room and pulls the dildo out…before slamming it back in, causing Ryeowook to moan loudly, head snapping backwards. This is repeated forcefully until Ryeowook is riding towards his second orgasm when Hankyung suddenly stops and Ryeowook groans. His hands are yanked above his head again and a different cock ring, this one made of metal, slipped into place. Hankyung takes his time, moving to feed some soup to Ryeowook, dipping it with bread and smearing his hand with butter. “Did I give you permission to take that off, you whore?” Ryeowook celebrates inside at the dangerous tone once again present in Hankyung’s voice, but outwardly he sneers, “Nope, but I’m not your whore, so I don’t have to listen t-” Ryeowook jerks and the words die on his lips as Hankyung shoves three fingers in to the knuckle and fingers him roughly. It continues for a few minutes, before Hankyung slips in a fourth finger, making Ryeowook squeeze his eyes shut, body arching.
“Whose whore are you?” Ryeowook moans and rocks down on those fingers, panting hard, “…not yours…” Hankyung slips his thumb in and pushes till his entire hand was inside of Ryeowook, tearing a sharp cry from his lips as tears spring to his eyes. “Whose?” Ryeowook is gasping as Hankyung flexes his hand, “n-not yours…” Then Ryeowook is screaming as Hankyung forms a fist and twists inside of him and Ryeowook's eyes is dark with lust and glee as he is stretched so far he feels like he’s about to rip in half. “Whose little slut are you, Wookie?” Ryeowook is seeing spots and it hurts (so fucking good), but he spits out, “Not. Fucking. Yours.” He’s punished as Hankyung yanks his fist out without warning and Ryeowook is screaming and yanking on his handcuffs, till his voice disappears.
Hankyung eyes his heaving form, once again covered in sweat and some blood with a dark frown. He reaches into the drawer again and smirks at the disappointment in Ryeowook’s eyes when he ignores the whip and simply picks up some rope. As soon as Ryeowook’s feet are secured at well, so that the younger man was eaglespread, Hankyung pushed a vibrator up his ass, earning a quick hiss. “You’re going to be a good boy, Wookie. Stay here and learn your lesson, until you know the right answer, ok?” Hankyung heads out the door with a dark smirk and as the door closes, Ryeowook jerks as the vibrator rumbles to life.
It’s about half an hour later when Hankyung appears at the door after a particularly loud stream of curses from the tortured man still bound on the bed. Ryeowook is trembling and jerking against his constraints, face twisted with frustration, eyes shining with lust. His erection stood stiff and hard, sleek with precum and the cock ring digging painfully into the angry coloured flesh and Hankyung can tell he has suffered through at least another two dry orgasms. Ryeowook’s head jerks up at his presence then his lips twist into a grimace as Hankyung pulls Sungmin into the room by the hand. The older man strips off all of Sungmin’s clothes, before planting himself on the bed, at Ryeowook’s feet and guiding Sungmin until he’s on all fours, straddling Ryeowook’s torso in a way that the bound man had a perfect view of Sungmin’s ass in his face. Hankyung slid his fingers through Sungmin’s hair as Sungmin swallowed his member with that pretty mouth of his. Hankyung was tweeking both of Sungmin’s nipples, but Ryeowook was still surprised at the loud, pleasurable moans Sungmin gave as he sucked loud and wet. It wasn’t until he had swallowed all of Hankyung’s cum that Hankyung moved forward, pushing Sungmin down on top of Ryeowook, that Ryeowook finally saw the vibrator deep within Sungmin’s ass. Hankyung fucks Sungmin with the vibrator and his hot member rubs against Ryeowook’s own each time and he hisses at the friction on his over-sensitive skin. By the time Sungmin comes all over the bed and Ryeowook’s leg, Ryeowook is almost in tears, because he still haven’t had that pleasure even once.
Hankyung lounges casually against Ryeowook’s thighs, as he waves goodbye at Sungmin, fingers fluttering almost unintentionally over Ryeowook’s throbbing member and the younger man grits his teeth and tries not to beg. Hankyung releases his hands, only to bring them together in front of him and replacing the handcuffs. His feet are freeded and he yelps as he struggles to stand up hurriedly, as Hankyung yanks at his member. They danced slowly around the room, Ryeowook’s hands around Hankyung’s neck and Hankyung’s hand wrapped tightly around Ryeowook’s cock, leading him around effortlessly, the limp evident in his movements. They dance and Ryeowook is clinging onto the older man, panting into his neck as the vibrator pushes against his prostate with each step. Then Hankyung flips him around, yanks out the vibrator and enters him hard enough to send Ryeowook staggering forward and into a desk and the older man takes the opportunity to bend him over the desk and fuck him hard, his hips colliding solidly with the edge with each thrust. Ryeowook pushes against the table and sends them both tumbling backwards, until Hankyung slams painfully into the table with books scattered all over it. Ryeowook tackles him and sends the older man skidding onto the table, and Ryeowook climbs on top and slams himself down on Hankyung's erection with a pleasured cry. He digs his nails into hankyung's arms and slams himself down repeatedly, as Hankyung alternates between groaning and moaning, Ryeowook’s tight heat driving him crazy and the hardback books beneath him digging sharply into his skin. Ryeowook smirks, thinking he has won, when Hankyung bucks violently and sends Ryeowook tumbling towards the floor, where his abused entrance collides with the hard floor, sending shocks running through his body.
Hankyung yanks Ryeowook up by the hair, “So will you tell me who you belong to now, baby?” Ryeowook leans close, eyes wide and innocent, then rakes his nails along Hankyung’s length, earning a loud howl of agony as lines of blood blossom. “Make me.” Hankyung hisses in pain and anger, and loops Ryeowook’s handcuffs onto a hook on the wall, leaving him dangling and struggling in vain. He slams the vibrator back in and watches as Ryeowook squirms sharply. After a couple of minutes, Ryeowook is biting down on his bottom lip to muffle the loud moans and Hankyung raises an eyebrow, “Don’t make me leave you here and go find Kyuhyun, you know that boy…you’ll be here like this till morning at least.” Getting a glare in return, Hankyung sighed and walks over to the drawer and picks up the whip, smirking as he sees Ryeowook’s eyes go wide, and turns to leave. “No! Hyung, don’t…don’t go to Kyu…” Hankyung smiles warmly and caresses his cheek gently, “see that’s my boy, now you just have to be good okay?” Ryeowook nods obediently, eyes still dark with lust and need. Hankyung smiles and gags Ryeowook whose eyes widen and brighten almost at the same time. He wraps Ryeowook’s legs around his waist and pushes in along with the vibrator, the younger man’s eyes popping open as he is stretched unnaturally wided, a muffled yell falling from his lips. Hankyung slams into Ryeowook again and again, fucking him rough and hard against the wall, the vibrator pushing and shaking next to his length, drawing out stifled screams and pleas. Hankyung releases into Ryeowook and he pretends not to notice Ryeowook’s frantic gesturings and pleading eyes as the pleasure overtook him too, the small body shuddering violently as it is yet again denied release.
Hankyung fucks Ryeowook again and again, until Ryeowook is sagging limply and soaked with sweat, tears and precum, whimpering and begging against his gag. The next time Ryeowook is brought to the edge, there’s a hint of complete desperation in his eyes as he braces himself for yet another dry orgasm, each one more painful than the last. Then Hankyung stops and strokes the cock ring and Ryeowook’s cock twitches in excitement. “Now, Wookie, who exactly do you belong to?” This time Ryeowook has no reserves, only all that comes out is a muffled jumble of words. Hankyung yanks off the gag and Ryeowook wastes no time gasping out, “You. I belong to Hankyung and only Hankyung.” Hankyung flashes him a beaming smile and pulls off the circle of metal and Ryeowook is screaming at the top of his lungs and he comes so hard he loses consciousness by the time he’s done.
Hankyung carries the smaller man carefully to the bed and curls up next to him after removing the handcuffs and the vibrator. They were covered in bruises and cuts and blood, cum and sweat and everything hurt, but it all hurts so good. He’s halfway to sleep, when he feels hands pick him up and he blinks confusedly up at Kyuhyun’s grinning face. He groans and Kyuhyun bends to suck on his neck, until it turns into a moan. They’re almost out the door when Ryeowook’s voice, still hoarse from all the screaming, stops them. Hankyung turns back and Ryeowook spreads his legs wide open, “Come back soon, hyung…” Before he can reply, Kyuhyun has him out the door, calling back smugly, “Don’t wait up!” ignoring Hankyung’s indignant glare.
Hankyung sighs softly and buries his face in Kyuhyun’s neck.
These boys are going to be the death of me.
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So anyways, here is the first request I have done~~ woot for progress!
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Title: It Hurts so Good
Pairing: HanWook
Prompt: Wookie is not as innocent as he looks; deep down he has a serious pain kink. Dominating, possessive!Geng. Preferably very kinky, rough sex.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, violence
It Hurts So Good
Ryeowook pulls his hoodie more firmly over his head as he walks quickly through the darkened streets, eyes wary and alert as the shadows and lights danced at the edge of his vision. He’s practically running as he sees the building in the distance and the sigh of relief is still on his lips when a shadow lieaps out at him and Ryeowook is struggling behind the hand smothering him as he’s shoved forcefully into a nearby alley.
There’s struggling and cries of pain and then screams that sends the crows on the power line fluttering in excitement.
Hankyung’s in a meeting with Sungmin and Kyuhyun when a guard bursts in and announces that there’s an emergency. Hankyung rushes towards his bedroom, the other two hot on his heels. They burst into the master bedroom and freeze upon seeing Ryeowook huddled on the floor, his pants unzipped and his hoodie ripped, covered head to toe in fresh blood. Sungmin gasps at the shocking sight and Hankyung exchanges quick glances with Kyhyun.
“What the hell happened?” Hankyung’s voice was tense and strained, but still controlled and Ryeowook seem to finally notice their presence, for he began to speak, even though he was still staring at the ground. “I-I was just walking…and then this man jumped out of the shadows and…and he dragged me into the alley and then h-he…he-” Ryeowook’s voice was trembling and he was shaking badly. Hankyung bent forward and patted his hair, “It’s okay Wookie, it’s okay…” Ryeowook looked up hopefully and then cringed at the deep frown and set jaw. “You’re angry at me aren’t you?! I’m so sorry, hyung! I know I’m not suppose to go out- I’m sorry!”
Hankyung leaned in and pulled the smaller man into his arms, “Shhh, no, of course I’m not angry at you, Wookie. It’s just that I’m worried, you know it’s dangerous for you to go outside alone…” Ryeowook just shook harder and muttered apologies, shivering violently. Sungmin watches him worriedly, “Wookie, why don’t you tell us how you got all this blood on you?” Ryeowook’s head jerked up and his eyes went wide, biting his lips hard…before smiling widely, “Oh hyung, it’s so pretty isn’t it? You should’ve been there! I just poked and poked and then there were pretty colours everywhere, all over the sky and the moon and inside of me, so many pretty colours, not just red, oh no, pink and black and green, so delicious…” Ryeowook was swaying around the floor, in soft circles, like a sleepwalking child.
Hankyung watched him fondly, when Kyuhyun grabbed his sleeve sharply and whispered something that made his expression change immediately. Hankyung moves and grabbed Ryeowook and pulled down his pants, fists clenching at the blood trailing down his thighs. “Wookie, did he hurt you?” “Who?” Kyuhyun sighed, “the man who you poked and made all the pretty colours?” “Oh! Yes the bad man hit me and kicked me in the ribs and then he crawled inside of me and made pretty colours as well…” Ryeowook continued dreamily, unaware as Hankyung’s eyes turned dark, “…it all hurt so good.”
Before the other two could move, Hankyung had his hand wrapped around Ryeowook’s throat. “It hurt so good huh? You liked it didn’t you, you little slut? That’s why you didn’t even try to stop him, right? Letting some random man fuck you, when you know it makes me angry?!” Ryeowook giggled even as he tried to draw in air and Sungmin quickly dragged Kyuhyun out of the room amid his protesting (“but it’s just starting to get interesting!”) just as Hankyung throws Ryeowook roughly onto the bed.
Hankyung slips the knife out of Ryeowook’s boot and carelessly slices through the jeans pooled at his ankles as well as the hoodie, not caring if he nicked some skin along the way. He licks the cuts oozing red against delicate white skin, offering the knife for Ryeowook to lick. Then he roughly pushes the younger man’s legs apart, till he’s spread wide open and waiting. Hankyung leans over to the drawer heside his bed and pulls out handcuffs and fixes Ryeowook’s wrists to the bedpost; loose enough to allow movement, not enough for escape, perfect for leaving bloody and bruised wrists. He reaches over and this time pulls out a cock ring which he slips over Ryeowook’s half hard cock.
“Who do you belong to?” Ryeowook smirks, “Whoever can make me scream their name the loudiest.” He’s rewarded with a sharp slap across the face. “You’re going to learn your lesson here, Ryeowookie. You’re going to remember who exactly you belong to.” The sentence is barely out of his mouth, when Hankyung grips Ryeowook’s hips and slams himself all the way in without warning. He earns a loud scream of pain, but not of his name and he continues to thrust in and out fast and hard, blood acting as a lubricant as Ryeowook yells and moans, body twisting as he tried to regain some control. By the time Ryeowook comes in a loud piercing cry, face scrunching up in agony and shock as he shudders through a dry orgasm, he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, cum and blood trickling from his entrance as Hankyung pulls out.
Hankyung’s expression is soft as he stares at Ryeowook, almost apologetic and Ryeowook feels a spike of fear that his lover would think he had gone too far and stop. Hankyung carefully unlocks his handcuffs and guides him to the bathroom where all the blood, pain and pleasure washes away and Ryeowook stares in dismay as everything flows down the drain. “I’m sorry Wookie, I shouldn’t have been so aggressive, especially after-” Ryeowook watches the guilt dance across Hankyung face and his stomach twists. “I leave you alone now…” Before he has the chance to move, Ryeowook has flung himself at the older man, “Please oh God, don’t leave, I don’t care if you hurt me! You know I love it when you hurt me, please, you can do anything, just as long as you don’t leave. I want to be hurt, for heaven’s sake, or I wouldn’t have let that man fuck me when I could have killed him immediately!” Hankyng’s expression darkens once again, but he shakes his head and moves away. Ryeowook watches his lover leave and sinks to the floor, sad and unsatisfied.
It seems like a lot later, when Hankyung comes back, carrying soup and bread and butter on a tray. Ryeowook jerks up and his eyes brighten, as Hankyung stops short and stare at the large dildo in the smaller man’s hand, buried deep within his entrance. Hankyung quickly crosses the room and pulls the dildo out…before slamming it back in, causing Ryeowook to moan loudly, head snapping backwards. This is repeated forcefully until Ryeowook is riding towards his second orgasm when Hankyung suddenly stops and Ryeowook groans. His hands are yanked above his head again and a different cock ring, this one made of metal, slipped into place. Hankyung takes his time, moving to feed some soup to Ryeowook, dipping it with bread and smearing his hand with butter. “Did I give you permission to take that off, you whore?” Ryeowook celebrates inside at the dangerous tone once again present in Hankyung’s voice, but outwardly he sneers, “Nope, but I’m not your whore, so I don’t have to listen t-” Ryeowook jerks and the words die on his lips as Hankyung shoves three fingers in to the knuckle and fingers him roughly. It continues for a few minutes, before Hankyung slips in a fourth finger, making Ryeowook squeeze his eyes shut, body arching.
“Whose whore are you?” Ryeowook moans and rocks down on those fingers, panting hard, “…not yours…” Hankyung slips his thumb in and pushes till his entire hand was inside of Ryeowook, tearing a sharp cry from his lips as tears spring to his eyes. “Whose?” Ryeowook is gasping as Hankyung flexes his hand, “n-not yours…” Then Ryeowook is screaming as Hankyung forms a fist and twists inside of him and Ryeowook's eyes is dark with lust and glee as he is stretched so far he feels like he’s about to rip in half. “Whose little slut are you, Wookie?” Ryeowook is seeing spots and it hurts (so fucking good), but he spits out, “Not. Fucking. Yours.” He’s punished as Hankyung yanks his fist out without warning and Ryeowook is screaming and yanking on his handcuffs, till his voice disappears.
Hankyung eyes his heaving form, once again covered in sweat and some blood with a dark frown. He reaches into the drawer again and smirks at the disappointment in Ryeowook’s eyes when he ignores the whip and simply picks up some rope. As soon as Ryeowook’s feet are secured at well, so that the younger man was eaglespread, Hankyung pushed a vibrator up his ass, earning a quick hiss. “You’re going to be a good boy, Wookie. Stay here and learn your lesson, until you know the right answer, ok?” Hankyung heads out the door with a dark smirk and as the door closes, Ryeowook jerks as the vibrator rumbles to life.
It’s about half an hour later when Hankyung appears at the door after a particularly loud stream of curses from the tortured man still bound on the bed. Ryeowook is trembling and jerking against his constraints, face twisted with frustration, eyes shining with lust. His erection stood stiff and hard, sleek with precum and the cock ring digging painfully into the angry coloured flesh and Hankyung can tell he has suffered through at least another two dry orgasms. Ryeowook’s head jerks up at his presence then his lips twist into a grimace as Hankyung pulls Sungmin into the room by the hand. The older man strips off all of Sungmin’s clothes, before planting himself on the bed, at Ryeowook’s feet and guiding Sungmin until he’s on all fours, straddling Ryeowook’s torso in a way that the bound man had a perfect view of Sungmin’s ass in his face. Hankyung slid his fingers through Sungmin’s hair as Sungmin swallowed his member with that pretty mouth of his. Hankyung was tweeking both of Sungmin’s nipples, but Ryeowook was still surprised at the loud, pleasurable moans Sungmin gave as he sucked loud and wet. It wasn’t until he had swallowed all of Hankyung’s cum that Hankyung moved forward, pushing Sungmin down on top of Ryeowook, that Ryeowook finally saw the vibrator deep within Sungmin’s ass. Hankyung fucks Sungmin with the vibrator and his hot member rubs against Ryeowook’s own each time and he hisses at the friction on his over-sensitive skin. By the time Sungmin comes all over the bed and Ryeowook’s leg, Ryeowook is almost in tears, because he still haven’t had that pleasure even once.
Hankyung lounges casually against Ryeowook’s thighs, as he waves goodbye at Sungmin, fingers fluttering almost unintentionally over Ryeowook’s throbbing member and the younger man grits his teeth and tries not to beg. Hankyung releases his hands, only to bring them together in front of him and replacing the handcuffs. His feet are freeded and he yelps as he struggles to stand up hurriedly, as Hankyung yanks at his member. They danced slowly around the room, Ryeowook’s hands around Hankyung’s neck and Hankyung’s hand wrapped tightly around Ryeowook’s cock, leading him around effortlessly, the limp evident in his movements. They dance and Ryeowook is clinging onto the older man, panting into his neck as the vibrator pushes against his prostate with each step. Then Hankyung flips him around, yanks out the vibrator and enters him hard enough to send Ryeowook staggering forward and into a desk and the older man takes the opportunity to bend him over the desk and fuck him hard, his hips colliding solidly with the edge with each thrust. Ryeowook pushes against the table and sends them both tumbling backwards, until Hankyung slams painfully into the table with books scattered all over it. Ryeowook tackles him and sends the older man skidding onto the table, and Ryeowook climbs on top and slams himself down on Hankyung's erection with a pleasured cry. He digs his nails into hankyung's arms and slams himself down repeatedly, as Hankyung alternates between groaning and moaning, Ryeowook’s tight heat driving him crazy and the hardback books beneath him digging sharply into his skin. Ryeowook smirks, thinking he has won, when Hankyung bucks violently and sends Ryeowook tumbling towards the floor, where his abused entrance collides with the hard floor, sending shocks running through his body.
Hankyung yanks Ryeowook up by the hair, “So will you tell me who you belong to now, baby?” Ryeowook leans close, eyes wide and innocent, then rakes his nails along Hankyung’s length, earning a loud howl of agony as lines of blood blossom. “Make me.” Hankyung hisses in pain and anger, and loops Ryeowook’s handcuffs onto a hook on the wall, leaving him dangling and struggling in vain. He slams the vibrator back in and watches as Ryeowook squirms sharply. After a couple of minutes, Ryeowook is biting down on his bottom lip to muffle the loud moans and Hankyung raises an eyebrow, “Don’t make me leave you here and go find Kyuhyun, you know that boy…you’ll be here like this till morning at least.” Getting a glare in return, Hankyung sighed and walks over to the drawer and picks up the whip, smirking as he sees Ryeowook’s eyes go wide, and turns to leave. “No! Hyung, don’t…don’t go to Kyu…” Hankyung smiles warmly and caresses his cheek gently, “see that’s my boy, now you just have to be good okay?” Ryeowook nods obediently, eyes still dark with lust and need. Hankyung smiles and gags Ryeowook whose eyes widen and brighten almost at the same time. He wraps Ryeowook’s legs around his waist and pushes in along with the vibrator, the younger man’s eyes popping open as he is stretched unnaturally wided, a muffled yell falling from his lips. Hankyung slams into Ryeowook again and again, fucking him rough and hard against the wall, the vibrator pushing and shaking next to his length, drawing out stifled screams and pleas. Hankyung releases into Ryeowook and he pretends not to notice Ryeowook’s frantic gesturings and pleading eyes as the pleasure overtook him too, the small body shuddering violently as it is yet again denied release.
Hankyung fucks Ryeowook again and again, until Ryeowook is sagging limply and soaked with sweat, tears and precum, whimpering and begging against his gag. The next time Ryeowook is brought to the edge, there’s a hint of complete desperation in his eyes as he braces himself for yet another dry orgasm, each one more painful than the last. Then Hankyung stops and strokes the cock ring and Ryeowook’s cock twitches in excitement. “Now, Wookie, who exactly do you belong to?” This time Ryeowook has no reserves, only all that comes out is a muffled jumble of words. Hankyung yanks off the gag and Ryeowook wastes no time gasping out, “You. I belong to Hankyung and only Hankyung.” Hankyung flashes him a beaming smile and pulls off the circle of metal and Ryeowook is screaming at the top of his lungs and he comes so hard he loses consciousness by the time he’s done.
Hankyung carries the smaller man carefully to the bed and curls up next to him after removing the handcuffs and the vibrator. They were covered in bruises and cuts and blood, cum and sweat and everything hurt, but it all hurts so good. He’s halfway to sleep, when he feels hands pick him up and he blinks confusedly up at Kyuhyun’s grinning face. He groans and Kyuhyun bends to suck on his neck, until it turns into a moan. They’re almost out the door when Ryeowook’s voice, still hoarse from all the screaming, stops them. Hankyung turns back and Ryeowook spreads his legs wide open, “Come back soon, hyung…” Before he can reply, Kyuhyun has him out the door, calling back smugly, “Don’t wait up!” ignoring Hankyung’s indignant glare.
Hankyung sighs softly and buries his face in Kyuhyun’s neck.
These boys are going to be the death of me.
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