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„Let’s be real, Jinyoungie.“ A dark voice murmurs right against his ear and it has him shudder in arousal. Jaebum walked up to him quietly and presses his warm mouth right to the sensitive skin behind his ear. Hot breath and rumbling words caress his neck and it’s so damn hot, Jinyoung is certain he’s popping a boner right then and there.
“I do know what you want.” Jaebum speaks and while Jinyoung can’t see him, he can feel his hands ghost up his arms and back in feather light touches. Oh, and how he wants it. Jaebum is so so close, their bodies are touching, his front aligned perfectly to his backside and his voice and his lips that graze the shell of his ear.
Jinyoung tried to hide it, but he was devastated when he found out that Jaebum wasn’t part of the deal and as much as he admires Youngjae, there’s something about Jaebum, something about his strength and darkness and dominance. He hears his own breath stutter, muscles taught in his attempt not to move. He’s afraid he’s gonna break the moment and he doesn’t want this to stop.
Jaebum’s arms wrap around him from behind, though gentle it feels absolutely intimidating. Jinyoung’s breath hitches (And he can hear Jaebum chuckle faintly) when his fingers trail down his chest all the way to the hem of his shirt. They slip underneath and push it up up all the way. He tugs and nervously Jinyoung lifts his arms to let him take it off. His head spins with the tempo.
But that’s where it’s over for now, Jaebum nudging and gently guiding him to the bed. Jinyoung is pliant, still too afraid to accidentally make him stop. So he lies flat on his back and stares up to Jaebum who leans over him. His head swims and he’s admittedly very slow. So he doesn’t realize what happens, thoughtlessly allows Jaebum to lift his arm up, until he hears the clinking sound of metal and something cold closes around his wrist.
His mouth falls open in surprise and protest, but Jaebum’s intense gaze shuts him up. Of course that’s how Jaebum fucks. He’s Youngjae’s boyfriend after all. His second arm gets secured to the other end of the headboard. Jinyoung never felt this vulnerable in his life. Jaebum gets up from the bed and looks down at him, pushing the hair out from his eyes. Jinyoung’s pants tighten in anticipation.
Then he hears it. The soft, angelic voice. “Jinyoungie.” Youngjae says gently. He hadn’t even noticed him, too focused on Jaebum. Now he turns his head to where he stands on the other side, dressed in nothing but a pair of tiny briefs and a wicked smile.
Again, Jinyoung’s mouth opens, his lips move without a sound. As his breathing speeds up in irritation his head whips around, trying to find Jaebum to focus on. But he’s gone. Already retreated back into the shadows. Youngjae clicks his tongue. “Eyes on me, Jinyoung.” He scolds quietly and the mattress dips down when he climbs on it. Jinyoung swallows hard and reluctantly looks back at him. He sits next to him, sideways, places his hand on his stomach and crosses his legs.
“You didn’t really think I would let you have him. Did you?” He smirks, unfitting with his innocent doe-eyes. Jinyoung doesn’t answer. He feels dizzy. And he doesn’t know. Confused he tugs at the binds, suddenly aware that he’s entirely at Youngjae’s mercy. “No no.” He’s chastised again. “Focus.” Jinyoung looks up at his face. He feels hot, even though his chest is bare. He’s probably flushing bright pink.
“Awww.” Youngjae coos, his fingers are cool on his heated skin when he glides them over his chest and stomach. They trail past his navel and further down until they ghost over his crotch. Jinyoung’s breath hitches. He’s just realizing that he needs to be touched. But of course Youngjae doesn’t do him that favor yet. Jinyoung tugs again, his feet scramble over the blanket in an attempt to move back towards the headboard so he can sit up, at least a bit. Youngjae looks down at him with a serious face and quietly, agonizingly shakes his head.
Any strength he gathered leaves Jinyoung’s body in a huff and he falls back defeated. He’s scared and aroused and disappointed and confused all at once. He shivers. He submitted, yes, but to Jaebum. He wants it so bad, his pants feel way tighter than they should be. But it’s not right. Something isn’t right. Jinyoung yelps, a sharp pain in his chest waking him from his straying thoughts. A single one of Youngjae’s fingernails painted a long, flaming red streak all across his chest.
Youngjae smiles. Jinyoung realizes that he is terrified. And a split second later, after he just had enough time to open his mouth to speak- he realizes that he doesn’t mind. He shuts his mouth again and blinks.
“That’s it Jinyoungie.” Youngjae whispers softly. “That’s right. Stop thinking.” With slow, calculated motions he begins to pop open the buttons on his pants. “Just let yourself fall.” Jinyoung feels a bit like he’s watching himself from the outside, like he’s not fully there in his head. When his hips lift up the bed to allow Youngjae take off his remaining clothes, he’s not sure he gave his body the order to move.
The way Youngjae pulls off his pants and underwear is just as slow, careful and he sweetly chatters all the while. “Jaebum-Hyung is so excited. To see you all naked and raw.” He explains and somehow Jinyoung knows that he doesn’t mean it physically. Not exclusively at least. After discarding the clothing on the floor Youngjae comes back up, trailing his palm all the way up Jinyoung’s legs with just enough firm pressure. His hand travels upwards on the inside of his left leg and after passing his knee, Jinyoung can’t help the way his thighs fall open a tad under the pressure.
Youngjae smirks. “Oh, you wanted Jaebum to fuck you didn’t you, darling?” He asks, keeping his hand where it is, just centimeter beneath Jinyoung’s most intimate places and rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Well, let me tell you. Jaebum. Is mine.” He underlines the words by squeezing the flesh of his thigh firmly, fingertips digging in almost painfully. He then leans over him, so they’re face to face and Jinyoung has no other choice but to look him in the eyes. “Jaebum never. Ever. Puts his dick inside anyone but me. Got it?”
It’s fear, mostly, that has Jinyoung nod immediately. But Youngjae smiles and finally releases the grip on his leg. “Good.” He swipes his hair back affectionately. “So get that naughty thought out of your slutty little head and allow me to put you in your place.”
Jinyoung is dizzy. He can’t wrap his mind around what’s happening and neither is he able to decipher his feelings. But something inside him screams to submit. Something in the depths of his chest wants to know what Youngjae can possibly do to him. Cute, naughty, compliant little Youngjae.
Who?
The person that Jinyoung has never met before but looks eerily like Youngjae climbs on top of him and straddles his lap. It’s only then, when his cock gets squished between himself and Youngjae’s bottom that he realizes with a moan that he’s rock-hard. He glances down. Youngjae is still completely soft. It bugs him, but when he opens his mouth to complain, no sound comes out.
“Sshht.” Youngjae makes nonetheless and gives him a thoughtful look. “Now where do we start?” He trails the soft pads of his fingers up his chest, traces the prominently visible scratch he left earlier. It stings just a tiny bit. He moves further up and his fingertips ghost over his nipples featherlight. Jinyoung clenches his teeth shut to suppress the sounds building in his throat, but it seems he notices anyways. He circles the sensitive skin with more pressure until Jinyoung can feel them harden, then he flicks the nub dismissively. “You like that don’t you, Hyung?” Youngjae asks, back to using the proper term instead of calling him pet names and yet it shows none of the respect that’s supposed to be there. It sounds like a tease.
While his right hand keeps rubbing Jinyoung’s left nipple, he brings the left to his mouth and joyfully sucks the index into his mouth. Both, the stimulation and visual has Jinyoung heave out a sigh. With another rude smirk, he then pops the finger out between his lips and brings it down to his own nipple. He closes his eyes in obvious pleasure when he begins stimulating it along with Jinyoung’s. He presses down on them, then twirls them between his fingertips. When he pinches harshly, Jinyoung’s hips buck involuntarily, rutting up against Youngjae’s hips and a soundless moan escapes him.
Youngjae props up onto his knees, robbing him off the desired friction. “You’re so impatient, baby.” He scolds, farcing irritation, but not stopping to tease his sensitive nub. Now that his hips twitch uselessly, Jinyoung feels frustration bubble up inside of him. And it doesn’t take long for his sensitive chest to become irritated with the constant prodding. Youngjae isn’t gentle with it, twirling and pulling until Jinyoung’s eyes screw shut.
He forces them back open, witnessing that Youngjae let go of his own nipple, lazily tugging on his hardening member. Jinyoung opens his mouth again, again to complain, but all that comes out is a whiny moan. Youngjae hums. He leans down, all the way without letting go and presses a soft, dry kiss to Jinyoung’s parted lips. His eyes glint dangerously, chasing a shiver down his body at the close distance.
He wonders, distantly, how many people have seen this side of Youngjae. Whether Jaebum does. But his thoughts get interrupted by a harsh tug on his nipple that punches a breathless moan from his chest. It hurts. It kind of really does, the nub so sore from the constant dragging and pinching, but the burning sensation flows off into a pleasant tingle and Jinyoung gives another fruitless buck of his hips, Youngjae too far above to result in a friction whatsoever. Youngjae kisses him again, distracting him enough so he doesn’t notice how he reaches out for something until he sits casually back down on him, squashing his erection and straightens up. Then Jinyoung, hazed from the longed-for pressure at his groin notices a small metal device in his hand.
It’s too tiny to look intimidating. That is until Youngjae reaches for his chest again and his slow brain finally snaps into place. He whimpers frightened and squirms a little, so Youngjae tilts his head to the side. “They’re just nipple clamps, Jinyoungie.” He says cheerfully, “It’s no big deal.”
It really isn’t. At least for Youngjae. They use them on him all the time. Not these ones. They’re unremarkable in appearance, unlike those plenty of pairs they have for Youngjae. More usefulness and less decorative. But that’s for Youngjae. He’s a masochist.
Said masochist takes his sore nipple between two fingers and settles one of the clamps in place. Jinyoung shudders. It’s cool for a moment before the metal takes on the heat of his skin and that’s soothing, but only until Youngjae begins closing it. It tightens around his poor abused nub. First it’s uncomfortable, but then it turns into outright painful. Jinyoung whimpers and churns in response as it still gets tighter. He suddenly realizes that’s he’s still tied, now that he’s subconsciously trying to fight the pain.
He pulls at his secured wrists, his brows knit and he twists his torso here and there as if he can move away from the pain. He can’t. Youngjae soothingly ruts his bottom down on him, the only relieve Jinyoung gets is the pleasure that helps drowning out the pain and he focuses on the friction and takes deep, calming breaths. When the harshest wave of pain finally subsides, he notices that it leaves him breathing hard, powerless and limp and, unsurprisingly, drenched in sweat.
“Such a good baby.” Youngjae coos, halting the motion of his hips against Jinyoung’s displeasure and gently strokes his hair. “That wasn’t so bad, right?” He keeps going and leans down again. “Now, I’m sure with the second one you’ll be even better.”
This time he doesn’t come down for a kiss, but instead wraps his lips around Jinyoung’s second, untouched nipple and begins teasing it with his mouth. There’s nothing in him besides moaning desperately. It feels like he’s even more sensitive now, every lick and flick of Youngjae’s tongue sending a spark of pleasure to his neglected cock. The pain isn’t gone, but as much as his mind feels clouded, his senses feel equally heightened. Youngjae’s wet tongue makes him squirm, the shifting and tensing causing sharp but short stinging sensations. He’s not sure if he’d better try to stay still, at the same time as his instinct is telling him to respond with flight.
It takes some time for him to realize that the high pitched sounds he tends to relish in, this time stem from his own mouth.
Youngjae isn’t satisfied with just licking. He sucks the whole nipple into his hot mouth, obviously eager to get it as overstimulated as the other. Eventually he bites. It’s not a nip, it’s a full-on bite, harsh and unapologetic and Jinyoung makes a sound that’s eerily close to a scream. That’s the cue for Youngjae to disconnect with a wet smack and grab the second piece of metal.
He doesn’t have the sympathy to sit down on Jinyoung’s cock and distract him. Jinyoung can feel it lie heavily on his own stomach, hard and twitching weakly. He thought it would be easier when he knows what’s coming, but it isn’t. It still hurts. It might hurt more, he can’t tell. He’s not sure what he’s feeling anymore at all. He whines pathetically, just the kind of sound he loves pulling from Youngjae’s throat. He kicks his feet into the mattress in frustration. He wants- no he needs Youngjae to relieve him.
“I’m not going to touch you down there.” He says, as if he could read his mind. “Bite through it, Jinyoungie… I know you can.” Jinyoung feels soft, warm fingertips on his face. Youngjae caresses his cheeks and brushes a thumb over his lips. Then his own, dry and soft and endlessly gentle press to Jinyoung’s mouth. The kiss is sweet like candy, slow and tender. Jinyoung whimpers into his mouth, desperate for more. It’s so comforting, he never wants it to stop, thinks that maybe he can get through this with kisses like these.
But Youngjae breaks it and as Jinyoung, involuntary and uncoordinated tries to follow him, he’s held back, reality crashes back in and he cries out helplessly. His eyes flutter open. He can’t distinguish between when he opens or closes them. He sees Youngjae in the dim light or sees him burnt into the back of his eyelids. He either smiles joyfully or grins devilishly. Who can say.
Youngjae sits on his belly, the flesh of his butt just so grazing the tip of Jinyoung’s cock and it’s torturous. He wonders if the pain ever goes away, the dull throbbing a constant reminder of what Youngjae has subjected him to, sparks flying from where his nipples are caught and it’s impossible to tell whether it hurts too much or is too arousing.
“Don’t go too far yet, Jinyoungie.” Youngjae sings. “We have only started.” Jinyoung whines in response. It feels like an eternity that he’s lying here, caught and his arms ache. “Let’s see…” Youngjae reaches behind himself and his nosy fingers find Jinyoung’s erection, make him moan at the subtle touch. “Looks like I’ve made you feel really good so far.” He smiles and pulls his hand back, unaffected by the desperate whimper. “Time to repay the favor, hm?”
At that, Jinyoung nods violently. Whatever is going to come, it can only get better. Youngjae gets up on the bed, his feet left and right of his chest he stands over him intimidatingly. Finally he takes off his panties, reveals his flush little cock. Jinyoung squirms a little bit and Youngjae grins at that. “Impatient again?” He teases as he comes back down. He places his hand on his cheek again and rubs his thumb over Jinyoung’s bottom lip. “Let’s put that foul mouth of you to some good use, shall we?” It’s almost humiliating how quickly he nods in answer. Jinyoung doesn’t mind to have his throat fucked. Gosh, he fantasized about chocking on Jaebum’s dick.
But, it is not Jaebum. He just isn’t. Youngjae turns around and kneels over his head, knees firmly placed left and right of his neck. Jinyoung finds himself faced with Youngjae’s underside and the next thing he knows is his bottom being pressed down in his face.
He gasps in surprise, but Youngjae pushes down and orders “Come on. Do something for me once in a while.” There’s a smirk in his voice making it less vicious and it’s just then that Jinyoung kind of realizes that Youngjae might be actually enjoying himself. Jinyoung opens his mouth and darts his tongue out. He doesn’t hate it.
Youngjae moans in content when Jinyoung drags his tongue over his rim that he placed so perfectly spot on. He flattens his tongue and presses it up against him, covering his entrance whole and sliding the raw upside back and forth over it. He knows what Youngjae likes and the lustful sounds he makes confirm it. If Jinyoung weren’t tied, if he could grab Youngjae’s plush thighs and hold him down, tease him, he would thoroughly enjoy this. But it’s different.
He straightens his tongue, pushes the strong tip against Youngjae’s skin, not inside but against the puckered muscle, circling the hole and then down along his perineum as far as he can go. Youngjae doesn’t like it. He ruts his hips forward until Jinyoung’s tongue is snugly settled against his waiting hole again and pushes down. It’s suffocating and Youngjae grumbles in annoyance while doing so. “Come on.” He grunts. “Put in some effort.”
Jinyoungs hands ball into fists as he still didn’t stop pulling at his restraints in frustration and he viciously digs his tongue through the tight hole, stretching it barely. Youngjae moans happily again, hips twitching. Jinyoung licks into him, but he’s reminded time and time again that he’s not in charge when Youngjae’s bottom ruts down to stuff him deeper. In his attempt to not get smothered to death he gives it his all.
He thrusts his tongue in and out, trails it over the hole and around, nudging and wetting the fluttering muscle. Despite anything, Youngjae’s loud, unbridled moaning fires the heat in his guts. Jinyoung purposefully salivates enough to produce a wet slide and slick noises. He feels excess spit dribble down his face, but doesn’t care. He wraps his mouth over the rim and sucks and has Youngjae keen in pleasure.
“Like that, baby.” He encourages every now and then, moves his hips against him to increase the pressure. The wet smacking sounds are loud in the room; at least in his own ears. And he is hit by the sudden realization (and something scorching hot travels down his body and has his cock twitch weakly) that someone is watching. He groans between Youngjae’s cheeks and enhances his slurping. Youngjae moans desperately. When he speaks, his voice is breathless. “You like that?”
Jinyoung doesn’t bother to answer, which is a mistake, because apparently Youngjae expected one. He reaches down to his chest, which Jinyoung almost forgot how much it hurts, and tugs on one of the clamps. Jinyoung’s body convulses. The dull burn had faded into the background, had become part of the overall heat in his body and now he’s reminded of the ferocity of it. He wants to scream, but he only manages a sad whimper that even gets cut off by Youngjae’s pushy bottom.
From then on it goes downhill. Jinyoung loses his focus, his jaw and tongue get tired. When he slows down with his licking and sucking too much, Youngjae reminds him with a flick to one of his hurting nipples. Each time it chases a harsh flash of pain through his system and each time it ends up as a painful ache between his legs. His arousal is beyond what’s comprehensible and he has no idea how the constant push and pull of pain and lust has him aching for release so desperately.
He mewls pathetically, weakly brushing his tongue over Youngjae’s hole. Wet and opened up and yet he can barely manage anymore to push the tip through. Youngjae’s squirming hips slow down and eventually he lifts back up. Jinyoung, even in his dazed state, is amazed by how flushed and sweaty he is, one hand curled around his throbbing cock and eyes hooded.
“I almost came.” Youngjae pouts and tugs on his member. Jinyoung’s jaw aches. He doesn’t answer, just looks up at him with glassy eyes. Youngjae huffs. “Fine. I’ll give you one more chance.” Jinyoung doesn’t do it consciously, but he can’t help the squirming, anticipation raising high. “Oh you’re so excited.” Youngjae states mocking and casually flicks one of his nipples again. His hips buck with a whine. Youngjae… has sadistic tendencies.
He swings his leg over Jinyoung’s hips and settles on his thighs, seemingly procuring a bottle of lube out of nowhere. It’s the best he’s felt today, when the fingers covered in the cool gel wrap around his straining erection. He moans in relief when the torturous lust dissolves into comfortable pleasure. He wishes he wasn’t tied. He wants to wrap his arms all around Youngjae’s body, cradle him like the treasure that he is and make sweet, sweet love to him. He doesn’t notice right then that he forgot all about Jaebum.
He can’t do anything though. All he can do is to lie still and pray to every deity in existence that Youngjae won’t stop touching him. Because he’s certain he wouldn’t survive that. Youngjae takes himself a lot of time until it’s obviously no longer about spreading lube, he pumps his fist around him, thumbs carefully at the head and pulls more and more moaning from Jinyoung’s exhausted vocals.
Jinyoung blinks at him, vision blurry but he still manages to make out the content smile on his face while teasing his member. It is a tease. Inconsistent, light touches here, a firm tug there. But still, Jinyoung is on edge enough to know he won’t last. It would be a relief and yet a somewhat anticlimactic climax.
He darts his tongue out to wet his lips, opens them to say something, but he’s out of words. “Please…” He whispers under his breath even though he doesn’t really know what he’s pleading for. “Oh, this is not enough?” Youngjae asks innocently. “Then, tell me what you’d rather want.” Jinyoung is panting and squirming. He’s not used to this. Not used to being controlled. Not used to having to beg.
Something creeps over his skin, hot and burning and he just so realizes it’s shame. He’s being bared, vulnerable and powerless. Youngjae squeezes his cock firmly and then his hand leaves. Jinyoung cries out in response, panic stuffing his throat, suffocating him. He can’t stop, he can’t. “Please.” He whimpers and he sounds pathetic, even in his own ears. “I want to come.” Youngjae hums, his lube-wet fingers traveling over his stomach, leaving a smeary trail as they follow the lines of his abs. “I bet you do, baby.” He murmurs and he sounds so gentle.
“Youngjae-ah…” Jinyoung asks as steady as he can manage, though his voice is a raspy mess. “I want inside you.” Youngjae crawls up and leans down to his face, taking his breath in a deep, lazy kiss. “Yes you do.” He whispers wetly “Yet you forgot the magic word.” He bites down harshly on his lower lip right out of the kiss, making him squeal and sits up.
“Please please please!” Jinyoung begs, forgetting the shame even though it paints his whole body a flush pink. “Please let me be inside of you, please.” He chokes on the words, a heavy lump in his throat dulling the sounds. Distantly he feels the warmth of Youngjae’s cheeks close around the head of his cock. “How can I resist when you cry so prettily for us.” He says and pushes down, his hole, hot and tight pressing onto Jinyoung’s cock until he breaches inside and he yells out in white pleasure.
‘For us’ Jinyoung repeats in his head, mind too dizzy to properly wrap around the meaning while he feels himself sink deep into Youngjae’s body and he involuntarily spills moans and pathetically high-pitches whines. “Ah yes.” Youngjae moans in content. “You’re so hard for your boy, aren’t you babe?” Jinyoung’s mind blanks. He can’t even nod, just spill incoherent sounds of pleasure, because it feels so good. So so good. Youngjae is so hot around him, his body is just made to take cock. He feels so perfect, so soft and tight, insides pulsing around him. And it’s so much more intense because it’s all Jinyoung has.
He can’t touch, can’t kiss, can’t fuck. He can just feel. Feel Youngjae’s hole drag up and down his length, the perfect amount of friction. “You’re always so hard for me, Jinyoungie.” Youngjae whispers, voice taught with pleasure. “Always hot for me. Always desperate for Youngjae, aren’t you?” Jinyoung whines and his hips buck up, but he can’t. Youngjae holds him down, controls the tempo, the strength. “You’ll never not want me. Never not be eager to pleasure me, right Hyung?” Jinyoung shudders, his breath hitches. He feels the pull in his stomach, too soon. He gasps in surprise, mouth falling open and as he watches Youngjae bounce on his cock he croaks out a curse, his toes curls and legs tense and he comes. It takes both of them by surprise, Jinyoung moaning wildly and Youngjae slamming down on his length torturously rash.
It’s not the first time Jinyoung is being milked dry by Youngjae’s tight insides clenching around him, but it’s the first time he can’t stop it and Youngjae doesn’t seem to be in any mood to stop, still rocking his hips down on him harshly, but short, letting him bottom out and rutting on his lap with Jinyoung’s softening member perfectly settled inside him.
His high lasts a long time, when it’s getting uncomfortable, but not yet too much and he would have pulled out if he could, it’s still pleasure, but right on the edge. Until it falls. It leaves Jinyoung whimpering, the heat around his oversensitive member a painful burn, his legs kick out in desperation. It’s too much, it hurts. He feels tears dwell, feels them fall, distantly. A sob tears from his throat. His frightened eyes find Youngjae, lasciviously rolling his hips. He’s in charge, he’s in dominance, he should be scary. But he isn’t. He’s soft. He’s Youngjae and he’s soft.
Jinyoung takes a deep, stuttering breath and whispers. “Stop.” He knows that Youngjae has a safeword, but he doesn’t know it, only Jaebum does. He doesn’t have one, because why? How’d he ever need one? He plans to add a ‘please’. But he doesn’t manage and doesn’t need to.
Youngjae sits up on his knees without hesitation, Jinyoung feels his soft cock slip out and slap down limp. The relief that floods his whole being is as dizzying as the mind-blowing orgasm. He sniffs a little and swallows the rest of his tears when Youngjae leans down and kisses him softly. “’M sorry.” Jinyoung mumbles against his gentle, wet lips. “For not…” “Shhhh.” Youngjae makes and pets his hair gently. “It’s not your fault, darling.”
Shifting in discomfort, Jinyoung whines some more. “Can you please… hurts.” Youngjae shows him a lovely smile. “Of course, baby.” Pain shoots through Jinyoung’s body and makes him mewl when Youngjae’s fingers reach his abused nipples and finally remove the clamps. Jinyoung feels himself relax into the sheets in relief and calmly tugs at his binds. “Please?” He asks, but Youngjae’s soft smile becomes regretful.
“Can you hold out a little longer? Just a bit?” He asks and when he reaches a hand up and Jinyoung blinks away stray tears and follows his arm with his eyes he finds Jaebum, quietly walking over and placing a dark blue piece of silk in Youngjae’s palm. Jinyoung shudders and averts his gaze in shame. Jaebum saw and heard it all. Jaebum, whom he wanted, whom he’ll never have. “It’s okay.” Youngjae whispers. “I need him, you see?” Jinyoung can’t follow. “Close your eyes baby.” Youngjae orders and the next thing he knows is the silky piece of fabric slipping over his face. While Youngjae reaches beneath his head to tie it close he soothes. “We can’t have you peek, Hyung. Just hold out a little. You didn’t make me come, did you? Be patient now.” “I can!” Jinyoung protests, despite his voice being pathetically weak. “I will, I can, please.” All he gets is another “Sshhh.”
Youngjae shifts, the bed creaks, the mattress bends. Youngjae’s knees are still beside Jinyoung’s hips and he feels his breath fan over his face and then his lips pressing another gentle kiss. “That’s why I need him and you don’t, right?” Youngjae says. There’s a jerk and right against his lips he moans. Jinyoung welps in confusion. “Oh fuck yes!” He hears Youngjae’s needy voice. It sounds lewd, but it’s not everything. Jinyoung can feel every thrust, can feel his body jerk forward, hear his breath catch in his throat. There’s a deep growl, predatory and wild. And skin slapping against skin.
Jinyoung is shaking. He pulls against his restraints, his arms are screaming for release, his fingers numb, but… but Youngjae’s sounds. His voice. He’s there. Jinyoung is there and he’s so close and it’s hot. It’s breathtaking to hear Youngjae unravel so fast and so violently. Feel his heat and his gasps.
“Jaebum-ah…” He moans, the slapping sound gets louder, the swaying of the mattress faster. “Fuck me harder.” He orders with no regard for what he’s doing to Jinyoung. Noone, ever, was allowed to be a witness to this. He’s blind, but the rest of his senses are heightened and he’s so close to Youngjae’s head, he can hear and feel every little thing.
Yes, they’ve all heard it through the walls and closed doors but this… It’s so intimate and Jinyoung, though not being a part of it is allowed to be a bystander, close enough that every now and then at a particularly hard thrust and a particularly lewd moan, Youngjae’s leaking cock paints a stripe of precum on Jinyoung’s belly.
He spills more tears, even though he’s not sure why, wetting the silk blindfold and if his arms weren’t in so much pain he’d wish it’d never end.
It ends fast. Quick and dirty, Youngjae screaming in pleasure and begging loudly to be fucked “just like that” and no matter how many times Jinyoung has wrecked him before, he never managed to get him that raw . Hot streaks of cum splatter on his belly and after a viciously deep groan coming from Jaebum, the motions fade out and finally stop, leaving nothing but rough pants to be heared.
Youngjae brings him back to his room. He untied and cleaned him and petted him softly, but when Jinyoung leaned in to kiss him he was rejected. It’s okay. And he wasn’t allowed to stay. Youngjae lulls him to sleep with ease, all gentle whispers and fingers in his hair. Jinyoung snuggles into his own bed, knowing full well that he’s one of the luckiest people on earth, but he really can’t figure who he thinks is the total luckiest. Youngjae? Or Jaebum?