[fic] Scut Hamsters (chapter 1)
Title: Scut Hamsters
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Author: umeboshi_heart
Rating: R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
CHAPTER 1
A drop of sweat trickles from my forehead when I scrunch my face to ease the itch in my nose. The humid room is filled with the hustles, impatient sighs and occasionally the deep roaring voice of our sunbae, Kangin who resembles a big grizzly bear.
"Have you finished, Jae?"
Damn. He's coming to me. I hate it when he sees my work because he’ll loudly complain about it. Of all the things I'm able to do, anything that requires motor skill isn't one of my bests, especially this kind of housewives’ task.
"What are you making?" He asks from behind me, more like rhetorically.
"Interrupted stitches." I bend a bit to hide the torn piece of latex I'm suturing, which is lying on the table before me.
To my misfortune he's just too huge and certainly able to peek over my shoulder. As expected, he snags my bundle of human tissue model (consisted of a pile of hard sponge wrapped with a piece of latex) as if my mistake is what he has been waiting from all of us.
"Attention, everyone!" He lifts my tissue model to the air, allowing everyone to snicker at my messy work. Almost snicker to be precise, because I just need a quick glance to shut them up.
"This is not a very good example. See?"He pokes the row of stitches several times with the tip of his finger. The knots disentangle easily and I clench my jaw to suppress an annoyed groan, recalling how much life energy I've used to make those halfhearted knots, since, I repeat, I hate anything that requires motor skill.
Except a loud and steamy sex of course, the one with Yoochun, my roommate who is staring at me while holding back a chuckle. His work is the opposite of mine; though he is far across the table I can see his pretty rows of black colored knots, their ends sticking out gorgeously just like his eyelashes. As Kangin keep blabbering about the do's and the don'ts in surgical sutures, Yoochun reads my boredom and seemingly tries to cause a distraction by lapping his tongue over his lip while looking into my eyes, and it succeeds: suddenly Kangin is nowhere near my field of vision.
"Kim Jaejoong, are you listening to me?"
Have I told you that I fuckin' hate anyone that cut my moment of fascination towards Yoochun?
"Yeah, yeah." I snarl, rolling my eyes with head lazily tilted to the side, can't make my distaste less obvious. I almost forget that Kangin hates impudence, and making him mad is something you rather not do since hanging your head low before your senior is something that'll keep you alive in this faculty of medicine.
"Act however you like and don't expect me to pass you into clinic. You think I’ll trust vulnus incisum to someone who can’t even suture a fuckin’ latex?”
Oh come on. First, as if he has that big of an authority. My pre-clinical years (those golden days of lectures where I could sleep or even jerk off in the middle of class) have ended and now the real torture begins tragically whether I want it or not. Second, who's interested in that vulnus-fucking something (why don't just call it 'torn skin') anyway? Blood makes me puke and a patient is smelly enough without wound. I almost scoff but Yoochun puts a finger in front of his mouth, warning me to stay silent.
"You will make these stitches, a hundred vertical and a hundred horizontal and show me the work a day after tomorrow." Kangin added.
"What am I, kindergarten!?" I bawled. Other students fall into silence, rechecking their works more thoroughly.
"If you don't want to get into our department don't do it." Kangin says coldly and walk away to check on the other students.
I regret everything. My parents who hopefully wait for my graduation certificate, my decision to be here in the first place, following my father's wish without second thoughts just because I wanted the prestige, and the fact that I was actually smart enough to pass the test. Not that smart to pass it without my father's influence though, but who cares?
"What's wrong with you lately?" suddenly Yoochun is beside me. His work has been taken as a good example for the others.
"Clinic rotations. Night duties. It begins.”
"You want to learn from books forever?"
"I'd rather eat those Harrisons or Netter than wiping some random kids who had just crashed their head into asphalt at 3 in the morning..."
"It won't be that bad, relax..." He takes a needle holder that I neglect and uses it to nip the crescent shaped needle. "Now pay attention..." with a light swing, he thrusts the latex from the outer side to inner side, uniting one layer with the other, and tied the thread into a knot, swirling his white, beautiful hands, all so smoothly as if the instruments were his second limb. This is not the first time I notice that Yoochun's fingers moves so gracefully, with or without me wiggling between them.
I find myself scooting closer, pretending to observe more eagerly while actually I'm just trying to peep through the space between his shirt's buttons.
"Jaesmine, I said ‘pay attention’…” His eyes are intense on the skin model and yet he catches my act, guess his vision field is vertically wider than normal. And oh the yucky nickname. I pretend not to hear.
"Why are you so white?" I ask.
"You're white too."
"It’s different... I'm pale, you're so... milky."
Yoochun quirks his eyebrows, while I pull an innocent face. "Ah Yoochun, you have no idea how the sight of your teeth alone can bring me serenity."
"Are you horny?"
I fake a gasp. "Why do you always think so low of me?"
"Because I see your crotch twitches.”
I rawr at him and he knocks me with the bundle of latex, puckering his lips. A guy on my other side shifts his sear further, kind of disturbed by the conversation he has to hear but has no gut to even tsk-ing. After all he knows who he is dealing with.
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*
Yoochun and me are all about lewd words, sweet nothings and sessions of steamy---
Fuck. He just dropped his shirt 2 seconds before closing the bathroom door. I know he did it on purpose, he loves teasing and acting slutty. Though we've been roommate for 3 years, he never lets me see him naked, not even topless, for nothing -'no show unless you beg for a cock dipping, babe' he said. He's like that. Acting cool, indifferent, as if not wanting it, and suddenly hammers me like a drunken goat. Such attitude of him makes me shapeless.
Cursing over my pathetic deprivation, I switch my attention to the suturing task Kangin sunbae has given. After a while staring blankly at the skin model and touch it lazily (there's no way I can make two hundreds stitches without turning my head afro), I finally hear Yoochun comes out from the shower. I take a really, really quick glance; he is neatly dressed in his daily shorts and thin T-shirt, quite thin that I can see his nipples imprint.
As usual I try not to pounce on him too immediately. Us being roommates, anyone might think that we get it on everyday like Hamtaro (he’s a hamster, right? The creature that breed all the time? Not so suitable for a kid oriented cartoon character, if you ask me), but they should know that this freak Yoochun loves self restraint, he loves to make both of us fall into deprivation; I once caught him jerking off to my sleeping form (because I spoke strangely, actually that time I was making him rape me in my dream, the effect of those self restraining games we were playing).
"When will you finish that?" He asks, referring to my ‘homework’, sounding like opening the closet.
"I don't even know how to start."
"But you understand how the knots work?"
"Not really." Of course I lie.
"Try to do it with bigger ties before thread." He suggests, dragging his wheeled chair to my side and sits. I turn to face him; a roll of bandage is in his hand. He unrolls the long white cloth and ties it around the table's leg slowly, letting me watch every step.
“That’s more confusing than the version using thread and needle.” I scoot closer, resting my hand on his thigh. He crosses his legs, making my hand slides on purpose. That bastard.
“It’s basically the simple tie you do in your shoes and everywhere, just do it twice and change the direction a bit. Look again.” He knots the table’s leg for the second time before making the next knot around my right wrist.
I grit my teeth, couldn’t hide my obscene smirk.
"Why." he asks, stoic and serious as if he's really coaching me.
"Nothing."
"Then pay attention." He grabs the purse of his minor surgery set from the drawer. I hold my breath as he brushes his finger over the rows of instruments.
With a light hum, he picks the scalpel. I gasp and he glances at me, faking annoyance.
"Continue." my breath quivers.
He cuts the bandage on a certain length and drags me closer before tying my free hand together with the tied one.
Noticing my pert crotch begging for attention, he shows no change of expression. Instead he put the scalpel back to the purse and picks a dressing forceps, the one that looks like a big eyebrow tweezers.
"I thought we'll only learn about sutures." I comment, breathing irregularly.
“Suturing needs utilities, no? Just make sure they’re precise and sterile."
I jerk when the forceps grazes my skin; along the length of my arm, up to my shoulder, to the area behind my ear, drawing circles depressingly slowly there, down to the side of my neck, to my collarbone. The cold stainless steel makes me shiver with every stroke.
"Chun, you want to put that thing on my ass? Just do it already!!"
He bits his lips, fighting back a smile. "Such delight can't be obtained easily... Jaesmine..."
"Stop calling me tha- oh fuck." He pinches the area around my nipple using the forceps, purposely avoiding the most sensitive nub itself.
Then he leans closer, don’t know what he’s intending, but I fail to slam my mouth against his because he pulls away quickly wearing innocent face, "What are you thinking?" he asks the obvious before pulling off his T-shirt.
That skin, I believe it gets whiter every each day (if it's even possible) and he enjoys my impolite stare to his body.
"Slut... come closer..." I need to suck every pore of him.
"You're one impatient, rude-mouthed bottom..." he says and kneels on the floor, unzipping my jeans.
"Do it hard..."
"Who says I want to suck you?"
"Fuck!!!" I stretched my leg, trying to clutch him with my toe. He giggles, (finally can't take it no more) showing his row of teeth, and there I go feeling that itch all over my body. I love his laugh, his teeth, his fluttering eyelashes, his plump lips and his teeth. Have I told you I love his teeth?
"Since when did you’re into this kind of game?" I feel ridiculous with my shaft bulging from between my opened zipper. I regret wearing brief, it damn hurts.
His grin widened. "Since I knew that you love it."
My breaths go rampant as he cuts my T-shirt vertically along the middle line, revealing my bare chest.
“……. Nnhhh…..” He pinches my nub with the cold forceps, while twirling the other one with his warm fingers, I moan and writhe desperately trying to break free and so fuckin' desperate to have him all over me. Then he slowly sticks out his tongue, using it to trace the allure of my waist, his eyes on mine implies that he knows what I'm wanting.
"Please... Hurry..."
And he gives me my favorite treatment; to have my flesh clasped by those gorgeous teeth.
"Harder... Please... Harder..." I plead disgracefully, that's just how much I love them.
He bites stronger; my lust is increasing with each depth of his teeth and the warm wetness piercing my skin, the sensation is indescribable... He has the most delicious teeth print, and knows the most pleasurable way to clench, no one needs forensics to know that teeth are ones of human being's primary identifications, along with fingertips and DNA...
What I'm trying to say is that if Yoochun ends up as a burned corpse, then I can identify him by fumbling his teeth with my eyes closed.
"You sure, baby..? You just heal.." He licks the reddish mark, the one that'll turn blue tomorrow, but I'm not satisfied yet. I arch against his mouth, shoving him my patch of skin.
"Do it harder... "
"It'll bleed, Jae..." He said, restraining, but I know from the rise and down of his chest that he's more than willing.
"Please... Just once... With all you've got..."
I whimper when he traces my chest with open mouthed kisses before halting in my stomach and bites a patch of skin under my navel, and scream when he shakes his head while keeping my flesh between his teeth.
"Don't let it go, harder-- aahhh...! Nnhh... Like that... harde-mmffhh..." he silences me with his mouth and I can taste my blood on his lips. I rove every curve of his mouth, loving how he moans when fighting back my tongue that plunges hungrily towards his inner palate, how he clutches the back of my neck rudely to press me more against his face and how he parts me from him by pulling a handful of hair on the back of my head.
I pant, eyes flutter enjoying the feel of strong hand pulling my hair repeatedly, halfhearted at first but then harder and harder and harder till my neck arches and almost snaps.
I notice his eyes are predatory on me. Soon I’ll know he won't be able to keep that mask any longer, but I can't bear this position either, my hands tingling not because they are tied but because they long to claw him.
Then he loosens the tie, only a bit.
"Fuck, Chunnie, let me go... "
"Why should I...?"
"So you can fuck me senseless without this fucking un-ergonomic position and these chairs and my stupid shorts get in the way!!!"
"I like that reason." He unties me with a wide lewd smirk. With the stupid looking torn T-shirt still hanging on my shoulder I collide myself against him, cornering him to my bed with arms around him and my mouth on his. We fall onto the bed with me weigh him down, carelessly free him from those disturbing attires to have him naked for me, just myself.
"Ssshh... Jae.... You really know me more than my Mom.." He strokes my hair as I dance my tongue along the curve between his balls, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I know him; even his other weakness like his inner thigh that I'm scratching right now.
The only thing I'm afraid of from him pulling my hair as I fervently suck his cock, is to become bald. Fortunately Yoochun is considerate about my beauty so he won't pluck my hair, because I might still enjoy it even if he does.
I continue slipping his member in and out my mouth, contracting my throat around it, swallowing his leaking essence. His stomach muscles tensed, defining their shapes as sweat gloss them, and he hisses. Unlike me he's kind of a quiet type, even his low moans sound like whisper but how his body performs is the complete opposite; he's one big beast of lust.
It doesn't take a long time until he digs his nails on my neck and slams me under him, trapping me between his legs.
"Rough, like how you want it..."
"Yes Chunnie, crush your balls on me..."
I watch him as he sloppily lubricates his cock and enters me without preparation, just like how I like, and we fuck like animals, no words being uttered but profanities and incoherent consonants as he slams himself hard and fast while letting me have a taste of his teeth scrapping all over my body.
*
*
I wake up to the stinging pressure of the cold iodine-soaked cotton against my wounds and the tingling feel of Yoochun's finger applying antibiotic ointments on them, my eyelids are heavy and body felt like tearing apart.
"Chunnie..." I touch his eyelashes.
"How you'll finish that task from Kangin?"
".... Shit."
"Don't worry, I've trusted that to the expert before you wake up."
"Eh..? How come?"
"You know, one of those who'll do anything for money. There's one in group B."
"Wow... you bribed someone to--ouch. Ouch..." I look down and notice the purple teeth prints all over my body, the one below my navel and one near my right nipple are actually dark red from dried blood.
He sighs. "I overdid it..."
"That's okay." I twirl his hair. "That was how I like it..."
He sighs again, more regretfully, before biting me softly on the cheek. "Masochist."
I pout and plop my head back, continuing to sleep while he treats my wound. He often calls me like that, but see, as far as those books tell me, I'm not a masochist. Masochists love pain; they hurt themselves and enjoy being hurt, while I'm not. I don't like pain; I hate scars and wouldn't want some random people hurting me. I wouldn't slit my wrist or poke my wet finger to the electric source to have myself electrocuted or have some random people whipping me like the ones in kinky porn, that's just sick. I'm not a masochist.
{TO BE CONTINUED}
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Author: umeboshi_heart
Rating: R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
CHAPTER 1
A drop of sweat trickles from my forehead when I scrunch my face to ease the itch in my nose. The humid room is filled with the hustles, impatient sighs and occasionally the deep roaring voice of our sunbae, Kangin who resembles a big grizzly bear.
"Have you finished, Jae?"
Damn. He's coming to me. I hate it when he sees my work because he’ll loudly complain about it. Of all the things I'm able to do, anything that requires motor skill isn't one of my bests, especially this kind of housewives’ task.
"What are you making?" He asks from behind me, more like rhetorically.
"Interrupted stitches." I bend a bit to hide the torn piece of latex I'm suturing, which is lying on the table before me.
To my misfortune he's just too huge and certainly able to peek over my shoulder. As expected, he snags my bundle of human tissue model (consisted of a pile of hard sponge wrapped with a piece of latex) as if my mistake is what he has been waiting from all of us.
"Attention, everyone!" He lifts my tissue model to the air, allowing everyone to snicker at my messy work. Almost snicker to be precise, because I just need a quick glance to shut them up.
"This is not a very good example. See?"He pokes the row of stitches several times with the tip of his finger. The knots disentangle easily and I clench my jaw to suppress an annoyed groan, recalling how much life energy I've used to make those halfhearted knots, since, I repeat, I hate anything that requires motor skill.
Except a loud and steamy sex of course, the one with Yoochun, my roommate who is staring at me while holding back a chuckle. His work is the opposite of mine; though he is far across the table I can see his pretty rows of black colored knots, their ends sticking out gorgeously just like his eyelashes. As Kangin keep blabbering about the do's and the don'ts in surgical sutures, Yoochun reads my boredom and seemingly tries to cause a distraction by lapping his tongue over his lip while looking into my eyes, and it succeeds: suddenly Kangin is nowhere near my field of vision.
"Kim Jaejoong, are you listening to me?"
Have I told you that I fuckin' hate anyone that cut my moment of fascination towards Yoochun?
"Yeah, yeah." I snarl, rolling my eyes with head lazily tilted to the side, can't make my distaste less obvious. I almost forget that Kangin hates impudence, and making him mad is something you rather not do since hanging your head low before your senior is something that'll keep you alive in this faculty of medicine.
"Act however you like and don't expect me to pass you into clinic. You think I’ll trust vulnus incisum to someone who can’t even suture a fuckin’ latex?”
Oh come on. First, as if he has that big of an authority. My pre-clinical years (those golden days of lectures where I could sleep or even jerk off in the middle of class) have ended and now the real torture begins tragically whether I want it or not. Second, who's interested in that vulnus-fucking something (why don't just call it 'torn skin') anyway? Blood makes me puke and a patient is smelly enough without wound. I almost scoff but Yoochun puts a finger in front of his mouth, warning me to stay silent.
"You will make these stitches, a hundred vertical and a hundred horizontal and show me the work a day after tomorrow." Kangin added.
"What am I, kindergarten!?" I bawled. Other students fall into silence, rechecking their works more thoroughly.
"If you don't want to get into our department don't do it." Kangin says coldly and walk away to check on the other students.
I regret everything. My parents who hopefully wait for my graduation certificate, my decision to be here in the first place, following my father's wish without second thoughts just because I wanted the prestige, and the fact that I was actually smart enough to pass the test. Not that smart to pass it without my father's influence though, but who cares?
"What's wrong with you lately?" suddenly Yoochun is beside me. His work has been taken as a good example for the others.
"Clinic rotations. Night duties. It begins.”
"You want to learn from books forever?"
"I'd rather eat those Harrisons or Netter than wiping some random kids who had just crashed their head into asphalt at 3 in the morning..."
"It won't be that bad, relax..." He takes a needle holder that I neglect and uses it to nip the crescent shaped needle. "Now pay attention..." with a light swing, he thrusts the latex from the outer side to inner side, uniting one layer with the other, and tied the thread into a knot, swirling his white, beautiful hands, all so smoothly as if the instruments were his second limb. This is not the first time I notice that Yoochun's fingers moves so gracefully, with or without me wiggling between them.
I find myself scooting closer, pretending to observe more eagerly while actually I'm just trying to peep through the space between his shirt's buttons.
"Jaesmine, I said ‘pay attention’…” His eyes are intense on the skin model and yet he catches my act, guess his vision field is vertically wider than normal. And oh the yucky nickname. I pretend not to hear.
"Why are you so white?" I ask.
"You're white too."
"It’s different... I'm pale, you're so... milky."
Yoochun quirks his eyebrows, while I pull an innocent face. "Ah Yoochun, you have no idea how the sight of your teeth alone can bring me serenity."
"Are you horny?"
I fake a gasp. "Why do you always think so low of me?"
"Because I see your crotch twitches.”
I rawr at him and he knocks me with the bundle of latex, puckering his lips. A guy on my other side shifts his sear further, kind of disturbed by the conversation he has to hear but has no gut to even tsk-ing. After all he knows who he is dealing with.
*
*
Yoochun and me are all about lewd words, sweet nothings and sessions of steamy---
Fuck. He just dropped his shirt 2 seconds before closing the bathroom door. I know he did it on purpose, he loves teasing and acting slutty. Though we've been roommate for 3 years, he never lets me see him naked, not even topless, for nothing -'no show unless you beg for a cock dipping, babe' he said. He's like that. Acting cool, indifferent, as if not wanting it, and suddenly hammers me like a drunken goat. Such attitude of him makes me shapeless.
Cursing over my pathetic deprivation, I switch my attention to the suturing task Kangin sunbae has given. After a while staring blankly at the skin model and touch it lazily (there's no way I can make two hundreds stitches without turning my head afro), I finally hear Yoochun comes out from the shower. I take a really, really quick glance; he is neatly dressed in his daily shorts and thin T-shirt, quite thin that I can see his nipples imprint.
As usual I try not to pounce on him too immediately. Us being roommates, anyone might think that we get it on everyday like Hamtaro (he’s a hamster, right? The creature that breed all the time? Not so suitable for a kid oriented cartoon character, if you ask me), but they should know that this freak Yoochun loves self restraint, he loves to make both of us fall into deprivation; I once caught him jerking off to my sleeping form (because I spoke strangely, actually that time I was making him rape me in my dream, the effect of those self restraining games we were playing).
"When will you finish that?" He asks, referring to my ‘homework’, sounding like opening the closet.
"I don't even know how to start."
"But you understand how the knots work?"
"Not really." Of course I lie.
"Try to do it with bigger ties before thread." He suggests, dragging his wheeled chair to my side and sits. I turn to face him; a roll of bandage is in his hand. He unrolls the long white cloth and ties it around the table's leg slowly, letting me watch every step.
“That’s more confusing than the version using thread and needle.” I scoot closer, resting my hand on his thigh. He crosses his legs, making my hand slides on purpose. That bastard.
“It’s basically the simple tie you do in your shoes and everywhere, just do it twice and change the direction a bit. Look again.” He knots the table’s leg for the second time before making the next knot around my right wrist.
I grit my teeth, couldn’t hide my obscene smirk.
"Why." he asks, stoic and serious as if he's really coaching me.
"Nothing."
"Then pay attention." He grabs the purse of his minor surgery set from the drawer. I hold my breath as he brushes his finger over the rows of instruments.
With a light hum, he picks the scalpel. I gasp and he glances at me, faking annoyance.
"Continue." my breath quivers.
He cuts the bandage on a certain length and drags me closer before tying my free hand together with the tied one.
Noticing my pert crotch begging for attention, he shows no change of expression. Instead he put the scalpel back to the purse and picks a dressing forceps, the one that looks like a big eyebrow tweezers.
"I thought we'll only learn about sutures." I comment, breathing irregularly.
“Suturing needs utilities, no? Just make sure they’re precise and sterile."
I jerk when the forceps grazes my skin; along the length of my arm, up to my shoulder, to the area behind my ear, drawing circles depressingly slowly there, down to the side of my neck, to my collarbone. The cold stainless steel makes me shiver with every stroke.
"Chun, you want to put that thing on my ass? Just do it already!!"
He bits his lips, fighting back a smile. "Such delight can't be obtained easily... Jaesmine..."
"Stop calling me tha- oh fuck." He pinches the area around my nipple using the forceps, purposely avoiding the most sensitive nub itself.
Then he leans closer, don’t know what he’s intending, but I fail to slam my mouth against his because he pulls away quickly wearing innocent face, "What are you thinking?" he asks the obvious before pulling off his T-shirt.
That skin, I believe it gets whiter every each day (if it's even possible) and he enjoys my impolite stare to his body.
"Slut... come closer..." I need to suck every pore of him.
"You're one impatient, rude-mouthed bottom..." he says and kneels on the floor, unzipping my jeans.
"Do it hard..."
"Who says I want to suck you?"
"Fuck!!!" I stretched my leg, trying to clutch him with my toe. He giggles, (finally can't take it no more) showing his row of teeth, and there I go feeling that itch all over my body. I love his laugh, his teeth, his fluttering eyelashes, his plump lips and his teeth. Have I told you I love his teeth?
"Since when did you’re into this kind of game?" I feel ridiculous with my shaft bulging from between my opened zipper. I regret wearing brief, it damn hurts.
His grin widened. "Since I knew that you love it."
My breaths go rampant as he cuts my T-shirt vertically along the middle line, revealing my bare chest.
“……. Nnhhh…..” He pinches my nub with the cold forceps, while twirling the other one with his warm fingers, I moan and writhe desperately trying to break free and so fuckin' desperate to have him all over me. Then he slowly sticks out his tongue, using it to trace the allure of my waist, his eyes on mine implies that he knows what I'm wanting.
"Please... Hurry..."
And he gives me my favorite treatment; to have my flesh clasped by those gorgeous teeth.
"Harder... Please... Harder..." I plead disgracefully, that's just how much I love them.
He bites stronger; my lust is increasing with each depth of his teeth and the warm wetness piercing my skin, the sensation is indescribable... He has the most delicious teeth print, and knows the most pleasurable way to clench, no one needs forensics to know that teeth are ones of human being's primary identifications, along with fingertips and DNA...
What I'm trying to say is that if Yoochun ends up as a burned corpse, then I can identify him by fumbling his teeth with my eyes closed.
"You sure, baby..? You just heal.." He licks the reddish mark, the one that'll turn blue tomorrow, but I'm not satisfied yet. I arch against his mouth, shoving him my patch of skin.
"Do it harder... "
"It'll bleed, Jae..." He said, restraining, but I know from the rise and down of his chest that he's more than willing.
"Please... Just once... With all you've got..."
I whimper when he traces my chest with open mouthed kisses before halting in my stomach and bites a patch of skin under my navel, and scream when he shakes his head while keeping my flesh between his teeth.
"Don't let it go, harder-- aahhh...! Nnhh... Like that... harde-mmffhh..." he silences me with his mouth and I can taste my blood on his lips. I rove every curve of his mouth, loving how he moans when fighting back my tongue that plunges hungrily towards his inner palate, how he clutches the back of my neck rudely to press me more against his face and how he parts me from him by pulling a handful of hair on the back of my head.
I pant, eyes flutter enjoying the feel of strong hand pulling my hair repeatedly, halfhearted at first but then harder and harder and harder till my neck arches and almost snaps.
I notice his eyes are predatory on me. Soon I’ll know he won't be able to keep that mask any longer, but I can't bear this position either, my hands tingling not because they are tied but because they long to claw him.
Then he loosens the tie, only a bit.
"Fuck, Chunnie, let me go... "
"Why should I...?"
"So you can fuck me senseless without this fucking un-ergonomic position and these chairs and my stupid shorts get in the way!!!"
"I like that reason." He unties me with a wide lewd smirk. With the stupid looking torn T-shirt still hanging on my shoulder I collide myself against him, cornering him to my bed with arms around him and my mouth on his. We fall onto the bed with me weigh him down, carelessly free him from those disturbing attires to have him naked for me, just myself.
"Ssshh... Jae.... You really know me more than my Mom.." He strokes my hair as I dance my tongue along the curve between his balls, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I know him; even his other weakness like his inner thigh that I'm scratching right now.
The only thing I'm afraid of from him pulling my hair as I fervently suck his cock, is to become bald. Fortunately Yoochun is considerate about my beauty so he won't pluck my hair, because I might still enjoy it even if he does.
I continue slipping his member in and out my mouth, contracting my throat around it, swallowing his leaking essence. His stomach muscles tensed, defining their shapes as sweat gloss them, and he hisses. Unlike me he's kind of a quiet type, even his low moans sound like whisper but how his body performs is the complete opposite; he's one big beast of lust.
It doesn't take a long time until he digs his nails on my neck and slams me under him, trapping me between his legs.
"Rough, like how you want it..."
"Yes Chunnie, crush your balls on me..."
I watch him as he sloppily lubricates his cock and enters me without preparation, just like how I like, and we fuck like animals, no words being uttered but profanities and incoherent consonants as he slams himself hard and fast while letting me have a taste of his teeth scrapping all over my body.
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I wake up to the stinging pressure of the cold iodine-soaked cotton against my wounds and the tingling feel of Yoochun's finger applying antibiotic ointments on them, my eyelids are heavy and body felt like tearing apart.
"Chunnie..." I touch his eyelashes.
"How you'll finish that task from Kangin?"
".... Shit."
"Don't worry, I've trusted that to the expert before you wake up."
"Eh..? How come?"
"You know, one of those who'll do anything for money. There's one in group B."
"Wow... you bribed someone to--ouch. Ouch..." I look down and notice the purple teeth prints all over my body, the one below my navel and one near my right nipple are actually dark red from dried blood.
He sighs. "I overdid it..."
"That's okay." I twirl his hair. "That was how I like it..."
He sighs again, more regretfully, before biting me softly on the cheek. "Masochist."
I pout and plop my head back, continuing to sleep while he treats my wound. He often calls me like that, but see, as far as those books tell me, I'm not a masochist. Masochists love pain; they hurt themselves and enjoy being hurt, while I'm not. I don't like pain; I hate scars and wouldn't want some random people hurting me. I wouldn't slit my wrist or poke my wet finger to the electric source to have myself electrocuted or have some random people whipping me like the ones in kinky porn, that's just sick. I'm not a masochist.
{TO BE CONTINUED}