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Chanwoo was having a fucking wonderful day. To start off, his best friend once again ran off with his boyfriend which, even though they're happy now he still doesn't have the best opinion on. Then, while going out for drinks all the guys that were flirting with him were older. He knows it shouldn’t matter so much to him, but if a guy was going to be flirting with him they should at least be his type: young, handsome, fresh, he cringes as he thinks of that, but isn’t that what he wanted?
Although, it really doesn’t matter as his current partner, who is indeed older than him, was currently whispering sweet nothings despite his harsh movements.
Which were, at this current point in time, shoving what feels like a ribbed cucumber up his ass.
Honestly, it wasn't the worst thing he himself has shoved up there.
The only difference is thousands of people are watching and he is blind folded, tied up, and has a cock ring currently vibrating on his very much abused and dribbling dick.
“Haa…. please master let me cum,” he whimpers out, on his third brink of an orgasm. At this point, edging just felt normal, vanilla . The amount of times he has been denied release throughout the months in this agreement has gotten him so used to it. Despite how boring it feels for him, he still enjoys it. Maybe it's the fact that thousands of people can see his leaking cock, thick pearls of precum dripping down his length and make a pool on his stomach. The force of the ribbed dildo making that pool to drip further down, sliding down between his cheeks and adding more lubricant to make the thrusting even smoother . With no gag to stop the helpless moans he yells, screams, groans, and begs for more.
And yet, his master pulls out the dildo all the way out for a fourth time. The tears are now free flowing, and Chanwoo can only hiccup as he slams his head back onto the cushion, a frustrated groan leaving him.
“Master, please! I’ve been good today, so good for you. Let me cum”
“So needy today, aren’t you, slave?” a self satisfied smirk goes across MD’s face, coyly he looks over to the stream, reading the chat as people ask to let the sub cum.
“Oh he can handle a bit more. You are all being so sweet to him tonight, my dears. I suppose I can give him some relief…”
Chanwoo sighed loudly at that, a wash of relief flowing down him. That only lasted a few seconds before the vibrating cock ring started to vibrate more , his legs were pushed up until his knees were caging himself in. He is so glad he decided to try to attempt yoga as fuck MD is making him be folded in half. At this new position, his dripping and puckered hole is more on view, bright red and swollen, just begging to be filled again. Chanwoo keens when he feels MD’s surprisingly gentle fingers just toying with the rim, barely dipping in before pushing two in. He lets out a gasp, now holding onto the pole that keeps his leg spread as he tries to rock into those thick fingers. Small gasp become louder as the fingers curl upwards, digging for the sweet spot before he—
Chanwoo moans loudly, head in the cushion as he thrashes in his bindings. His prostate feels abused, those fingers digging and hitting it repeatedly. The vibrations on his cock almost felt like nothing to how sensitive he feels, begging for just a bit more . He can barely register MD’s chuckle, the squelching of those heavenly fingers mixing with the sounds he is making is almost too much. He was already overly sensitive the four other times brought to orgasm, and with only a few particular strokes he comes with a loud gasp, too breathless to make a proper moan. His hips thrust forward as ropes of cum shoot up across his stomach, some landing near his lips which in his daze he tries to lick clean around his lips. He can’t even begin the register his own taste as he just giggles to himself, falling into a subspace.
“Goodness! You came so much my sweet slave. Even tasting your own cum? How perverted,” MD gave another deep chuckle, leaning forward to wipe his face before looking over to the camera. “My dears, did we all appreciate how pretty he is? Even soaked the blindfold,” he turned back to Chanwoo, leaning to whisper into his ear, “Now say thank you to your master”
Chanwoo laughs, sweetly as he smiles widely in his post orgasmic haze, “Thank you master.”
It was only a little bit later when Chanwoo, not fucked dumb, finally notices he is just laying down on the cot. The spare bedroom is where all the plays take place due to MD saying, “Keeping them separate helps create the mindset ”. Chanwoo definitely understands. He can’t imagine getting dominated at the cafe, that's just odd, weird. Something he doesn’t want to think about actually!
He finally gets up, ignoring the ideas going through his mind to look over to MD, he gives a bright smile. “Another good play! How did they enjoy it?”
MD smiles, his usual too sweet of a look that has Chanwoo feeling far too much like a school boy, and then starts talking.
“They liked it, still behind Alex though. Even with him officially quitting, he gets views with his saved videos. Though the gap is closing, eventually we’ll get to number one.”
“That's… good to hear.”
There was an awkward pause, MD cleaning around the room while he just sits on the bed. Though, he now notices he is all cleaned up from the play. He feels his chest tighten at the idea of MD cleaning him up, gentle like he always is when he does that. He isn’t used to being in such a… nice relationship, too put plainly. He gets up, using the stained towel that is near him for modesty and goes to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. He doesn’t take long since he knows MD doesn’t like waiting. He pretends to be patient but then he loses his restraint and was always the one who managed to push things forward. Honestly it was endearing if Chanwoo thinks about it, how he manages to be patient just for him.
He gets out of the shower, grabs a clean towel to dry off and goes to the cot, laying down on his stomach and finds his phone on the bedside table. MD doesn’t hesitate to sit next to him, his hands working on the back of his thighs too massage them, fingers digging in the right places.
“I wasn’t too harsh on you? I didn’t know you could of been so flexible”
Chanwoo lets out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes, “As if bending me like a pretzel is harsh, you know me. I can always take more. I was only surprised! Good thing I started doing more morning stretches and some yoga.” MD raises an eyebrow and gets a small, pleased smirk. Knowing that look, he feels smug about something. Chanwoo looks away to go back to his phone. “Just move your hands up, my lower back also kind of hurts.”
MD does as he is told, sliding his hands up to playfully grope his ass before moving his palm into his lower back, digging in. The silence doesn’t last long.
“Darling, was there something wrong with the play today? You didn’t seem into it in the beginning. Some of your moans were definitely faked.” MD states, his voice soft, too caring. Chanwoo frowns, putting his phone down. The small pet name did not go unnoticed, he still felt embarrassed over them. “Ah it's just… I guess it was kinda boring? Like, I enjoy overstimulation but at this point… it feels so normal. Plain.”
Chanwoo isn’t a shy person when it comes to speaking his mind. If anything, it has gotten him in trouble a few times, being far too open about everything. He knows some of his customers at the cafe get bothered by it. But right now, having MD’s eyes on him. He knows how they look, soft, the deep blue of them feeling endless. He knows how he’ll drown in them, cheesy he thinks. He feels shy , something he doesn’t like feeling.
“Ah. You should have said something earlier then. I can always come up with new ideas.” His voice was teasing. He found humor in Chanwoo feeling embarrassed. He huffs, laying on his arms.
“That’s so embarrassing.”
“Communicating is?”
“Wait! No! That is not what I meant and you know it.”
MD laughs, his hands now trailing up to his upper back, kneading the sinew and making him feel like putty. Chanwoo sighs, pleased at this new development. “I don’t know just–”
“You don’t like talking about that, I know. I know how you think, Chanwoo. How about we brainstorm some ideas for the next play? It’ll be just for us. Something new.”
Chanwoo smiles at that, nodding into his arms. “Alright. Ideas ideas… I feel as if we have done everything.”
“Not everything, still haven’t done watersports, food play, double penetration.”
“Not doing piss stuff, no. Hard no.” Chanwoo turns to look over at MD, making sure his displeased expression is seen. MD only laughs in response, gaining a small smug smile.
“Accidents happen. If it happens, I won’t judge.”
“I rather it not even be thought about. I heard from Dong-Gyun about his experience… just ew.” He shivers at that idea, body cringing.
“Ah, they’ve done that too? Maybe I should push you to do more,” he whispered, his breath fanning across Chanwoo’s ear. Chanwoo rolls his eyes, pushing upward and knocking MD off him in the process. He stands, stretches his arms before looking over to the now slightly stunned man.
“I’d rather not think about my friend’s sex life while I got you here. Lets go to your bed now! I am feeling so tired.”
MD chuckles, standing up. He puts his hand on the younger man’s back, pushing him gently and leading them out of the room. After a few moments of rustling clothing, MD is fully dressed in a silky robe with matching bottoms. He lays on the bed and Chanwoo, only dressed in one of MD’s other silky shirts, falls next to him, lightly bouncing. He puts his phone on the bedside drawer and slinks up to lay right next to him, putting his face right into the crook of his neck and sighs at the comfort. The silence lasts for a while, MD now wrapping his arm around him.
“I have an idea for our next play.”
Chanwoo hums in response, sleep already taking over him.
“Something that I haven’t tried myself, I’m sure we’ll find something in it that we like.”
Nothing else comes from the man next to him, his lips slightly parted as he takes in even breaths. MD smiles, leaning down to kiss his forehead before he also joins him in the realm of sleep.
It was barely a week later when Chanwoo was seated on the cot, holding a few bundles of blue rope. He wasn’t exactly told what he will be doing, only that MD isn’t in the room yet. He glances at the drawer, seeing lube and a small knot guide. He grabs the guide, looking over and reading over different shibari techniques. Am I going to be tied up? We do that quite often he thinks, putting down the guide when he hears footsteps walk in. MD is in his usual white button up and black slacks. Though, a few of the top buttons are tastefully popped open, revealing just a bit of his cleavage. Chanwoo automatically sits straighter.
“Ah, I see you read a bit of the guide?”
Chanwoo nods, a small frown present on his face as he looks at the rope. “We’ve done this before though. Pretty color, but being tied up isn’t exactly what I thought you would think of.”
MD chuckles, giving the guide back to him, “I have done this, yes. Tying you up is something old. Switching the positions is new though, isn’t it?”
Silence. Chanwoo then opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. This happens for a couple times before finally, not feeling like a goldfish, he talks.
“What.” Well, he never said he was good with his words.
“Honestly I’m surprised you never thought of a change of dynamics. Well, not a complete change. Just a change in power.”
The older man smiles, sickly sweet, almost mocking. He is teasing him again. Chanwoo looks away and grabs the rope and guide, opening to a page showing what looks like one of those underbust harnesses that he can not pull off. He glances over to the man, eyeing his tasteful chest and decides that yes, I’ll tie those tits up . MD rarely strips, even behind the scenes like this.
“So quiet. If you don’t wish to try this out, I always have other toys for us to use.”
Chanwoo immediately shakes his head, standing up to move to MD, pushing him onto the bed.
“No no, this is going to be fun. I just didn’t think you would offer something like this.”
“I trust you. Never had a partner who could turn me on like you could. I thought it would be a nice exercise in our relationship to try out something like this. After all, shibari is an art. To be tied up by the one I love most makes it even more intimate.”
Chanwoo can barely look at him for making such a declaration. Cheeks flushed, hands shaking, he finally gets MD to sit at the edge of the bed. He starts to unbutton his shirt, hands barely skimming the revealed skin. He pushes it off, eyeing those glorious tits and goes to grab one, squeezing the squishy pec and flicking his nipple in the process . MD chuckles but doesn’t move.
“You can’t just say such… Embarrassing stuff like that. Now sit up on the bed and put your arms behind you.”
The man laughs, moving to get his back to face Chanwoo, arms going behind him on his back.
Chanwoo grabs the blue rope, slowly unbundling it. Like this, the only sound is the rustling of rope and their breaths, it truly does feel intimate. Alone like this, he finally unfurls the rope, thirty feet and cuts it in half as the book described. The next few moments were him muttering to himself, tying around his wrist then going around to the front. He felt his face flush when he saw how calm MD was. Something about it made him want to ruin his demeanor. When he brings the rope to go below his chest, moving onto the bed he doesn’t waste time to gently suck on his nipple, looking up with his rosy eyes. MD gives a small smile, the crow’s feet of his eyes showing. Chanwoo gives a playful bite, hearing how the man’s throat hitched, surprised. Continuing on with the knot he finally goes back to being facing the man’s back, bringing the rope behind one arm and going to wrap the rope around the other, officially binding his arms. He uses two fingers to delegate where the rope goes, now the knot has the rope going upwards. He goes onto his knees, straightening up to get the rope to go between the valley of his chest, looping through the bottom of the rope under his chest and back up, creating a V. Tempted by being able to see how big MD’s pecs were, he wraps his arm around him and squeezes, feeling how soft they were. He wanted to do more to them.
“It’s nice to see you like this,” MD finally spoke, his voice low, wanting. “So inquisitive, you usually can’t touch me; how are you enjoying this?”
Chanwoo swallows, continuing the rope up. He doesn’t answer for a while, focusing on the rope and knots. He feels so… overwhelmed despite nothing happening. He swallows, throat dry as he finally thinks on the question.
“It’s nice seeing you like this. My master is all pliant for me.” He purrs, gaining a small smile feeling more confident as his tugs at the ropes, making sure they’re all secure.
MD doesn’t speak either, letting the rope get tighter. He has a pleased look though, eyes lidded.
At this point, he has run out of rope. He grabs another, looping through the last knot and continues on tying, wrapping. There is now rope going across the top of his chest, highlighting those delicious mounds. This time instead of sucking on his perky nipples, Chanwoo ruffles his hair, pleased to see the perfectly slicked back hair to become a mess. MD gives a small frown, making him look cute. Chanwoo stares for a bit, cheeks getting hotter, the clothes he is wearing feeling too much, jeans feeling awfully tight. He’s so cute he thinks to himself, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.
“Continue on, please.” MD whispers. Chanwoo is more surprised to just hear how desperate he is, looking down he sees his bulge in those damn slacks. Chanwoo brings his hand down, rubbing his length through the slacks. MD sighs, his head leaning back into Chanwoo’s chest, arms tensing in the binds. Chanwoo finishes the knot on his back, skipping the rest of the star design and settling with those perky tits being out in the open. Now putting a hand on the larger man’s throat, he gently squeezes, feeling how his groans below him. Chanwoo pushes his chest into his back and skims his right hand down from his throat, groping his binded chest. He smiles, tilting his head to kiss his jawline and down, nipping at the skin. His left hand now busying itself with undoing the belt and finally pushes into those slacks, going under the waistband of the boxers and finally feeling his cock in his hand, how it twitches and the tip already drooling of precum. Chanwoo giggles, light in his ear and he squeezes it, pleased at how MD flinches, seeing how the man bites his lip before releasing a breath he must have not even noticed he was holding.
“This is how you treat your binded master? By teasing him?”
MD talked under his breath, his hips moving into his hand. Chanwoo gains a smug smirk, nipping at his neck and finally pushing the waistband down just enough to reveal that filthy cock, flush pink with need. Reaching for the lube on the bedside table, he puts some on his hands to glide up on his needy length, rutting against his back. The grinding makes him pant, almost lost in the sudden hazy need for his master that he doesn’t answer immediately.
“Ah you just look so good like this. So adorable, flushed, all mine.” He manages to murmur a confession that at any other time he would have never shared. His hands get a bit faster, desperate to see the man crumble in his arms.
MD, on the other hand, struggled in the blue rope, biting his lip to stop from making commands and demands. Today, his precious Chanwoo was in control , he reminded himself. He felt as his love rubbed those pretty hips against him, using him like a grind toy. He can’t see his face, but he knows the younger is blushing, the pink matching his pretty dawn lit eyes. His hair is probably already a mess from him rubbing his head against his cheek, like a cat would for its dear master. Even when he is in control, he only aims to please me MD thinks to himself, going to chuckle to himself only to feel how those lithe hands go up to his flushed tip, dipping a finger at the slit and putting down just the perfect amount of pleasure to have him gasp instead.
The younger laughs then goes to harshly suck a mark at the base of the man’s neck.
It doesn’t take long for MD to cum, surprised by how quickly it was. With the mixture of his darling suckling and his disastrous hands working on him, the ropes of cum shoot out onto the floor, now making him realize what position he is at. He glances down to see his slacks have gotten a bit of a mess, and he laughs. Quiet, but genuinely he moves his head back to see Chanwoo’s amazed expression, and sees those pretty lashes flutter before he joins in.
It doesn’t take long for the positions to change, Chanwoo mumbling littles I made him cum so quickly ! He’s overexcited, liking the power he has. He pushed MD to get away from the edge of the bed, pushing him onto his back and using a couple pillows to make sure he is comfortable in the middle. Then, the younger man climbs on top of him, leaning down to kiss the man.
Chanwoo was happy about this, not knowing having his dom being bound and allowing him to use him would get him turned on. He’s almost upset; he has to waste time to prepare himself, just wanting to be broken by the man. He knows better to not take the larger man’s cock unprepared. So, he uses the time he can force his tongue down the man's throat to bring his cum and lube covered hands to work at his rim, inserting a finger and slowly pumping it in and out of him. He rocks his hips into his hand, all the while distracted his mouth to focus on those plush lips against his. He can feel MD’s patience running thin, those arms tensing in the rope. He can see the muscle show on his upper arms, the need to grab and squeeze strong. He refrains, of course, needing to work his rim to hold at least three fingers. He is on two now, scissoring those fingers.
He feels teeth on his lower lip and finally pulls back, watching as MD catches his breath. He rarely sees the man look this disheveled. Hair is a mess, pink marks across his neck, face flushed, and his deep blue eyes seemed darker, filled with desire, lust for him.
Chanwoo feels hopeless against this man, chest tightening as he feels so much love for him.
He rarely says how much he loves the older man, despite the man in question seemingly able to wax poetry about himself. He just feels embarrassed.
He gives up on working the third finger in and positions himself over the man’s cock, finally lowering his ass down and finally spearing himself on his large and definitely incharge cock, moaning out softly as he just sits and feels how his insides part for the more than welcomed intrusion.
They stay quiet for a while before Chanwoo puts his hands on the mans squishy chest, using it to push himself up and then slams back down, making gravity doing the work.
The pace is excruciatingly slow, MD whispering sweet little praises; You’re doing so well and Keep going dear, you look so pretty riding me like that .
Chanwoo feels too overwhelmed with emotion, but he continues his bouncing, panting and whimpering all the while.
Until tears start to trail down his cheeks, Chanwoo stays seated, the cock inside of him twitching with anticipation.
“Dear, are you doing okay?” MD finally asks, worry clear on his face. Big doe eyes filled with so much love Chanwoo has to struggle to keep looking.
“I can’t keep you tied like this, I need you to touch me. I need to feel you all over me.” He mutters to mostly himself, hands trailing up to the man’s face, cupping them. MD lips curl upwards, tilting his head to the drawer.
“There’s rope cutters in there. Cut me out, quickly.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, immediately moving off his delicious cock to grab the cutters. A few snips later, and he is in MD’s arms, hands tightly gripping his waist and lips covering his own. This kiss felt far more raw than the previous, as if it was breathing for them. Lips crashing, teeth almost clattering and tongues matching and sliding up against each other, Chanwoo doesn’t notice when MD raises him up until he feels his hole get filled again.
He leans back to breath and moans, MD’s never stopping his thrusting as he picks up to bounce the younger man on his lap. His lips trail down the column of his throat, biting and adding red marks that’ll definitely look like he got mauled by a bear tomorrow. Chanwoo couldn’t find it in himself to care; too busy getting fucked dumb by the cock that is making an mindblowing drag on his insides.
He needs this man to cum inside of him, ignoring his own need to cum.
“Please, master, cum in me. I need to feel you in me,” he begs, eyes closed as he just breathes in the man’s scent.
MD doesn’t respond, but his thrusting gets faster, hands now gripping the man's thighs and pushing them up a bit more. He leans down to kiss the man, feeling the tightness of the hole wrapped around him and his beloved mewling in pleasure, he feels pride. Moving a hand off his thigh and forcefully grabbing the cock, he was surprised to see Chanwoo’s face light up, lips swollen and glistening with drool and he loudly moans, tossing his head back and thrusting his hips up to meet his hand, then falling to meet the base of his cock.
The pace continues, both men panting and groaning, one whispering his affections while the other takes everything given to him.
“Cum for me, Chanwoo. My love, let me see how much you need me,” MD whispers hotly into his ear, panting. Not being able to be a brat, the younger moans and nods, babbling about how he needs this and how he loves this.
“I love you so much, master, Myundae.” He finally manages out, loudly moaning as the euphoria of his orgasm takes over, hips stuttering and the stream of cum spilling out of him, landing on his chest.
MD isn’t far behind, momentarily startled by the use of his name but thrusting in deep once, twice, and finally thrice he cums deep inside of him, slowly rocking his hips to make sure he feels all of it .
Silence ensues, sounds of panting and catching breaths and the slick of hands wandering all over each other.
MD is the first to part, as always has been. He takes his time to clean up Chanwoo, grabbing the towel always kept nearby and wiping off the cum on his stomach, thighs, and hands. He kisses his cheek, standing up to wipe himself off and disappearing for a second.
Chanwoo is in peaceful, loving bliss. He only notices that MD had disappeared when he comes back with a glass of water. He gratefully drinks it, handing it back to him before finally laughing.
“Tying you up is only fun for foreplay. That was… nice. I liked it. And the after was also nice, in a more caring way”
MD smiles, cupping his face to give him a sweetened kiss, barely pulling away to put his forehead against his.
“Finding something you like in it is all that matters, love. Now we know that you just need my hands on you,” he teases, “ I’ll think of something new and exciting for you again.”
Chanwoo rolls his head at the small tease, choosing to ignore it as he just smiles. “I’m sure anything with you I’ll like, MD.”
“Not going to use my name anymore?”
“NO!”