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Jihoon pauses when he sees the new addition to the bedroom. There’s a new full length mirror in the corner, facing the bed in a way that has a tingle running down Jihoon’s spine. 

That plus the fact that Seokmin said he wanted to try something new has Jihoon almost vibrating. He turns to look at the bed, noticing the absence of anything out of the ordinary and feels his brows pinch. 

It must all be a surprise then. 

Jihoon isn’t in their room very long before there’s a body pressing against his back, teeth nipping at his neck as two warm hands move to map his torso. He stretches his neck to allow Seokmin more access, humming softly when a Seokmin immediately begins sucking on his neck. A splotchy red spot is left behind, one that Jihoon eyes on the mirror, even as Seokmin scrapes his teeth against the thin skin there. 

“Thoughts on the mirror?” He asks against Jihoon’s skin, biting his shoulder as his hands tweak both of Jihoon’s nipples. Jihoon’s moan earns him a low laugh against his spit slicked skin, Seokmin easily licking a stripe up his neck before he starts sucking behind Jihoon’s ear. There’s a light smack to his flank that reminds him of Seokmin’s question, forcing him back into the present immediately, not like he minds. 

“It’s cute,” Jihoon manages to mumble, a sigh escaping him as Seokmin brushes his hands over his nipples again. 

“Just cute?” There’s something heavy hidden under his tone and Jihoon finds himself wishing to be wrapped up in it. 

“I like where you put it,” he adds, Seokmin biting at his neck in response. 

“Better.”

Jihoon finds himself laughing softly, pushing at Seokmin’s head so that he’ll stop biting his neck. “What do you plan on doing with me that you wanted it here?”

Seokmin hums softly, his hands moving to anchor themselves on his hips as he meets Jihoon’s gaze in the mirror. 

“I want you to see what you look like when I ruin you.”

Jihoon finds himself groaning at the idea before he can even think about it. Seokmin squeezes his hips again as he laughs lowly. 

“Do you like that?”

“Mhm, yeah.” 

Seokmin takes the answer for what it’s worth, immediately pushing off Jihoon’s sweats and running his thumbs underneath the elastic band of his boxers. Admittedly, Jihoon is already hardening at an absurd rate, however he can’t feel bad about it when he can feel Seokmin’s dick doing the exact same behind him. 

“Should we have more fun with it?” Seokmin purrs into his ear, his eyes bright and almost challenging in the mirror. 

“What kind?” Jihoon asks, Seokmin biting his shoulder in response and smiling when Jihoon tosses his head back and groans. 

“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll even let you choose.”

Ideas flood Jihoon’s mind, a flurry of them that he has trouble trying to dissect, but there’s one that keeps popping up and resurfacing despite the commotion in his brain. He looks around, noting how much space they have and how they look in the mirror before he realizes he knows exactly what he wants. 

“I don’t think I can hold it the whole time,” he admits, smiling when Seokmin presses a sweet kiss to his cheek, “but let’s do standing with the spreader bar and cuffs.”

Seokmin makes a low noise in his throat before he’s yanking Jihoon against him, back to worrying at Jihoon’s shoulder with his teeth. 

“Who knew you were so dirty, baby?” He teases, one of his hands darting up Jihoon’s torso and pinching his nipple. Jihoon groans and Seokmin laughs once more, freeing a hand to thread his fingers through Jihoon’s hair and pulling so that Jihoon is forced to look at him. “I’ll go get everything. Be a good boy and strip for me, yeah?”

Jihoon tries to nod but he really only succeeds in pulling his own hair, his eyes fluttering with the feeling even as Seokmin tuts at him. 

“Be good,” he commands gently before he’s stepping away, leaving Jihoon to try to catch his breath. When he feels a little more in control of himself he does as Seokmin asked, stripping off his clothes and placing them neatly on top of the dresser. He doesn’t have to wait very long before Seokmin makes his way back to him, tossing everything in his arms on the bed so that he can curl a hand around Jihoon’s head and the other around his waist as he pulls him in for a rather harsh kiss. Seokmin takes what he wants, just takes and takes and takes, only stopping when he’s left panting for breath. He looks over Jihoon then as he smiles, swooping in to press a kiss to his cheek before he’s grabbing things off of the bed. 

“Bar on your ankles?” Seokmin asks far too brightly in Jihoon’s opinion, pressing another sweet kiss to his other cheek when Jihoon nods. He kneels within a moment before he’s attaching Jihoon’s ankles to the cuffs, forcing him to stand with his legs a little more than shoulder width apart. His fingers skim up Jihoon’s legs as he looks the restraints over, eventually licking a stripe up his abs and chest and neck as he stands. 

“Comfy?” Seokmin asks, concern shining through his eyes even as he smiles.

“Yeah,” Jihoon says, smiling back before he suddenly remembers something. “Oh, green.” 

Seokmin’s grin grows a little bigger as he leans in to kiss him, pulling a moan from Jihoon as his fingers loosely wrap around his cock. “Good,” he whispers into Jihoon’s mouth, smiling at the little sound Jihoon makes. “You’re so good.” The praise zips up his spine and Jihoon makes a pleased sound, doing his best not to buck into Seokmin’s hand even as he begins to jerk him off, his movements tantalizingly slow. 

“How do you want the cuffs?”

Jihoon thinks about it, resting his head against Seokmin’s chest as he tries to collect his thoughts. Seokmin hums softly, a clear sign for him to take his time, the hand not slowly teasing his cock moving to begin to massage one of his ass cheeks. 

“Can we talk through it?” Jihoon asks a little breathlessly. Seokmin presses a kiss to the crown of his head immediately as he hums. 

“Of course, baby.” 

Jihoon hums happily, allowing his eyes to close as he tries to keep his train of thought despite Seokmin’s teasing touches. “I think it would be hot if my hands were tied to the bar too,” he starts, smirking to himself as he hears Seokmin’s breath hitch, “but I wouldn’t be able to see the mirror really, and that’s what you wanted to do.” 

Seokmin hums softly, his hand gently moving up Jihoon’s back before he’s kneading the back of his neck, turning Jihoon into an instant pile of goo. 

“I could open you up like that, but we can uncuff you when I actually fuck you,” Seokmin offers, laughing softly as Jihoon groans. 

“Uncuff from the bar, right?” He asks, making Seokmin laugh even harder. 

“Sure, baby. We can cuff your wrists however and wherever you want to.” 

Jihoon hums happily, pressing himself even closer to Seokmin and curling his arms around his middle. Seokmin laughs again, running his fingers through Jihoon’s hair and pressing a kiss to his temple, seemingly happy just to hold him. Well, and stroke his cock, but that’s less important. It feels like both seconds and eons later when Seokmin finally pulls away, using a hand to tilt Jihoon’s chin up and to press a searingly sweet kiss to his ever waiting lips. When he pulls off his grin is almost blinding, running a thumb over Jihoon’s cheek fondly before he presses a kiss to his nose. He finally steps away then, Jihoon’s entire chest feeling gooey, before he comes back with the cuffs in hand. 

“What do you do if you wanna stop?” Seokmin asks as he cuffs Jihoon’s left wrist, checking it over before he moves to the right.

“Red, clap, or snap.” 

“Good boy,” Seokmin responds, shaking his head a little fondly when Jihoon lets out a happy little hum. “You ready?”

Jihoon bends at the hips without further prompting, allowing his arms to hang loose so that Seokmin can manipulate them to his liking. It doesn’t take very long before Seokmin has the chain in place, shifting away slightly as he looks up at Jihoon. 

“How’s that feel?”

Jihoon tugs at his wrists, biting back a sound of pleasure as he considers just how helpless he is, how he is simply at Seokmin’s mercy. The thought makes his dick twitch.

“Good. Green,” he remembers to add on, groaning when Seokmin pumps his dick in response. The touch is gone too soon as Seokmin’s fingers skate up his arms, the feeling ticklish and teasing and it leaves Jihoon desperate for more. 

“God, you look so good,” Seokmin mutters, still tracing lines across Jihoon’s skin and making goosebumps arise in their wakes. He slowly walks around, his hands ghosting over Jihoon’s ass before they’re squeezing his thighs. “So perfect, and just for me.” 

Jihoon hums softly, growing more and more desperate for Seokmin’s real touch. He doesn’t want to beg, not quite yet, and his patience is rewarded with a thoughtful hum. 

“Maybe next time I leave you like this with a toy inside and see how many times you can cum,” he muses and Jihoon feels his cheeks burn red. 

“Seok,” he whimpers. He’s shushed almost immediately, even if Seokmin still laughs. 

“I said next time, baby. Next time,” he reiterates, back to kneading at Jihoon’s ass cheeks. “Unless you want me to prep you with a toy before I make you cum on my cock.” 

Jihoon whines with the words, shaking his head despite how delicious that sounds. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask,” Seokmin starts, teasing all but gone from his words, “how many times do you wanna cum tonight?” 

Jihoon whines high in his throat, earning himself a smack to his flank in response. 

“C’mon, Jihoonie. Use your words.” 

Jihoon huffs out a little sigh as he thinks about it, balling his hands into fists and squeezing his eyes shut as if he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say. “All.” 

Seokmin makes a curious noise. “What do you mean? As much as you can?” 

Jihoon whines in embarrassment even as he nods. “Yeah,” he breathes out. 

Seokmin makes a little excited noise, reaching around so that he can pinch at Jihoon’s nipples and laughing when Jihoon yelps. “I am going to absolutely ruin you, Jihoonie, and I cannot wait for you to see it!” 

And then Seokmin’s gone in an instant, nowhere in Jihoon’s limited view as he looks around. He isn’t able to find him before there are hands on him once again, and he settles into the position as Seokmin seemingly kneels behind him. 

“Be good, Jihoonie,” Seokmin reminds before he’s licking a long stripe from Jihoon’s balls to his hole, making him jump before he’s pressing back into the touch. Though Seokmin makes a warning sound he doesn’t pull away, instead licking back the other way before he’s pushing Jihoon’s thighs further apart so that he can take one of his balls in his mouth. Jihoon’s moan is ragged and loud, wobbling on his feet and moaning even louder as Seokmin laughs around his ball as he continues to suck at it. 

“You’re always so sensitive,” Seokmin teases before he pulls the other ball into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and humming softly, laughing as it makes Jihoon jolt again. “It’s so much fun to play with you,” he adds, biting at Jihoon’s thighs. Jihoon can only moan, the sound becoming jagged as Seokmin begins to kitten lick at his hole. He’s teasing, the little shit, but his hands on Jihoon’s cheeks keep him from pressing even further into the touch. 

“Patience, Jihoonie,” he whispers against his twitching entrance, laughing when Jihoon whines. Seokmin bites one of Jihoon’s ass cheeks before he’s finally tongue fucking Jihoon’s hole in earnest, the sudden change in pleasure making Jihoon cry out. Seokmin’s tongue works into his hole in a way that is both far too much and far too little, spit coating his insides before Seokmin’s back to lapping at him. 

“S-Seok!” Jihoon cries out as a hand wraps around his cock, thumbing beneath the crown and making Jihoon almost lose his balance as the pleasure racks through him. 

But as quick as it all started, it all stops. A sob punches out of Jihoon’s chest as he tugs at his restraints a little, already a little desperate for it. 

“Naw, is my Jihoonie all worked up?” Seokmin coos in that demeaning way, making Jihoon’s cheeks flush red immediately. 

“Please,” he whimpers, balling his hands into fists as Seokmin moves to stand behind him again. 

“Why should I?” Seokmin asks, and though it is seemingly his favorite question in times like these, it still punches out a sob from Jihoon’s chest. 

“I’ll be good,” he promises, “I’ll be good.”

“I know,” Seokmin says, running a hand down his spine as a finger circles his entrance. “You’re my best boy.” 

Another half sob rips itself from Jihoon’s chest at the words as Seokmin presses a finger inside of him, the angle making it feel as though Seokmin’s finger goes deeper than it ever has before. He can really only breathe in, a little desperate to get his bearings, when he ends up choking on a full fledged moan as Seokmin skims against his prostate immediately. Seokmin doesn’t hesitate before he’s adding a second finger, the stretch so potent and delicious that it has Jihoon letting out a litany of pleased sounds. When he begins to scissor him Jihoon’s jaw falls open and he lets out a long moan, choking on it when Seokmin adds a third finger soon after. He’s fucking into his prostate purposely now, leaving Jihoon to cry out as his body shakes, spit pooling in his mouth and his cock leaking where it bobs. Pleasure begins to shoot up his spine and arc throughout his chest, another moan ripping from him as Seokmin leans forward and tweaks one of his nipples. He rolls the bud between his fingers before he twists it, the noise he makes Jihoon make akin to a sob. 

“Baby,” Seokmin purrs, his hand moving to Jihoon’s other nipple to give it the same treatment, chuckling as Jihoon jolts with the touch. “Do you wanna cum on my fingers?” He drills extra hard into Jihoon’s prostate, making white spots dance throughout his vision. “Or should I put a toy inside of you and see how long you last?” 

Jihoon moans at the thought of both. All that he knows is he’s growing more and more desperate and the need to cum is getting harder and harder to ignore. He’s still trying to think about it as Seokmin’s fingers keep pounding into him, a smack to his hip making him jump before he presses back into Seokmin’s fingers even harder. 

“C’mon Jihoonie, what do you want?” Seokmin teases, still fucking into Jihoon relentlessly with his fingers. “Or are you already too fucked out to think?” His voice is teasing and demeaning and Jihoon can’t help but to moan softly at the words. Seokmin laughs before he fucks Jihoon even harder, the pressure in his stomach building as his aching cock sways between his legs, certainly dripping precum everywhere.

“S-Seok,” he gasps, his toes curling against the floor as he gasps, the hand not in his ass raking its nails against the inside of his trembling thighs. 

“What, baby? Are you getting desperate?” 

Jihoon practically wails, the pressure in his stomach becoming almost unbearable. “Puh-Please!” He whines, doing his best to press back against Seokmin’s fingers.

Seokmin tuts softly as he slows his pace, shushing Jihoon as he pleads for him not to stop. “Baby,” Seokmin coos, twisting his fingers shallowly but doing nothing more, driving Jihoon absolutely insane. “You’re so worked up, baby.” 

Jihoon practically sobs, teetering on a precipice that he craves desperately to topple over. “Seokmin please,” he begs with a little more grit this time, eyelashes catching his tears of desperation as Seokmin continues to tease him. Seokmin coos again, blowing on Jihoon’s desperate hole and laughing when it makes him jump and shiver, but especially as he clenches around Seokmin’s fingers. 

“Do you think you can cum like this?” Seokmin asks almost dangerously, his fingers barely inside of him. 

“No!” Jihoon cries, standing as tall as he can with the chain around his wrists, desperate to get off in any way that he can. “I-” he chokes on a breath as Seokmin’s free hand tugs at his hair, “I can’t! I, I need-!” 

Seokmin shoves his fingers back in and Jihoon outright sobs, his fingertips scraping against his prostate and pushing him even closer to the edge. 

“What do you need?” Seokmin practically growls, curling his fingers so that he’s practically tapping against the bundle of nerves that are currently driving Jihoon mad. 

“C-Cum! Please, I, I need to cum! Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he begs, his voice desperate and worked up more than he could have anticipated, doing everything he can to cling on to being good for Seokmin. 

“Oh baby,” Seokmin purrs, finally, finally, fucking him with his fingers again, “you’re so terribly desperate but you’re still not gonna cum until I tell you?” 

Jihoon whines high in his throat as he shakes his head.

“What if I told you not to right now?” 

Jihoon’s practically thrashing he’s shaking his head so hard, his mouth open in a silent moan as he pants heavily. His tongue feels thick in his mouth and pleasure has completely clouded over all of his senses, but he somehow manages to string up enough thoughts to say, “No, please.”

Seokmin just hums softly, pointedly fucking into Jihoon’s prostate with every thrust of his fingers now. 

“Then cum.” 

Jihoon sobs in relief as he finally lets go, his entire body shaking and jolting with the force of his orgasm. He cums and cums and cums, pleasure bursting through him like fireworks as his world whites out for a few moments. When he comes back down he finds he’s shaky on his feet where he remains bent over, whining high in his throat when he realizes he managed to get cum on his face. Seokmin laughs at him and then laughs some more at Jihoon’s whimpers when he pulls his fingers out of his ass. 

“Do you want me to help you, baby? Or do you want the toy?”

If he’s honest, Jihoon really wants both. However when Seokmin puts his mouth back on him and begins rimming him in earnest again, Jihoon can’t really say that he cares where his cum landed. Every time Seokmin sucks Jihoon can’t help but to whimper, clenching his ass even as Seokmin holds it open and continues to lap at him. The oversensitivity makes the feeling all the more consuming and soon Jihoon’s little whines turn into moans, his cock taking interest in the feeling far more quickly than it should. By the time Seokmin finally leaves his entrance alone he’s hard again, his cock swollen and heavy where it hangs neglected. Seokmin coos, skimming the backs of his fingers against Jihoon’s cock and laughing at the way Jihoon’s entire body reacts from the tiny touch. 

“Naw, my baby is already so desperate,” he coos again and Jihoon feels his cheeks burn. “What should I do with you, huh? You’re so greedy, Jihoonie.” 

Jihoon whimpers softly, a little too far gone to think of what to say. Seokmin seems to know this and just tuts at him, digging his nails in as he begins to massage Jihoon’s ass cheeks once more. 

“That’s alright,” he says in an almost disappointed tone, making Jihoon still in an instant, “I know what we should do.” 

Seokmin steps away and Jihoon can’t bite back his whine, his cheeks burning so hot that they almost hurt when Seokmin just ends up laughing. 

“I’ll be right there,” he laughs softly, walking to somewhere else in the room that Jihoon doesn’t really care enough to find out. He sort of wishes he had, however, when Seokmin presses something against him. “You said you wanted a toy, right?” 

Jihoon has to swallow before he can even open his mouth, panting so hard that it echoes around the room. He knows he shouldn’t. He knows that Seokmin is bound to be a menace about it. He knows that in this position he’s absolutely helpless to all of it. 

But, he also knows that that’s all pretty hot. 

“Which?” He manages to ask, though the question earns him a soft smack to his still trembling thigh. 

“You didn’t specify, so it’s a surprise,” Seokmin teases. “You do want it, right?” 

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut, curling his toes in anticipation before he lets out a breath. “Yes, please. I want it.” 

“That’s my good boy,” Seokmin half growls and Jihoon finds himself moaning from the praise long before Seokmin starts slipping the toy inside. 

The first thing that he realizes is that it’s colder than it should be. The sensation makes him gasp as he feels each and every place that the toy is touching his burning insides and he can’t help but shiver. 

“D-Did you,” he pauses to bite back a moan as Seokmin begins to shallowly fuck him with it, “freeze it?”

Seokmin pauses, slipping the toy out of Jihoon fully but leaving a comforting hand on the base of his spine. “No, I would’ve asked you beforehand.” He pauses to think, still rubbing soothing circles into Jihoon’s spine. “My only guess is that the closet’s always been on the colder side, so everything in there is colder. Do you want me to warm it up?”

Jihoon thinks about it before he then thinks about what it would entail - Seokmin leaving him here all sports of desperate - before he shakes his head. 

“I might not like it,” he whispers softly, the hands on his spine moving to his hip and squeezing it gently, “but let’s try it.” 

“What are you gonna do if you don’t like it?” 

“Yellow or red,” Jihoon replies easily and Seokmin presses a kiss to the base of his spine. 

“The only shitty part about this is I can’t really kiss you,” he laments and Jihoon makes a sad noise in agreement. Seokmin laughs softly as he presses a few kisses to his back and ass and thighs before the toy is back, lightly pressing against his entrance. 

“You ready?”

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut and swallows. “Yeah.”

And with that Seokmin begins to push it in again. He doesn’t stop this time, pushing and pushing as Jihoon’s moans and groans and whimpers. 

How fucking big is this thing?! He thinks helplessly as it just seems to keep going, filling him up so thoroughly that he feels like you must be able to see an impression of it in his stomach. 

Jihoon’s whining now, nonstop, his hips trying to free him from the sensation despite how Seokmin’s holding him in place. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seokmin asks sweetly as Jihoon whines even louder, no longer pushing the toy in and instead just rubbing comforting circles everywhere he can reach. “Do you need to use a safe word?” 

Jihoon thinks about it as he breathes harshly, every shift of his body making him well aware of the toy inside of him. 

“H-How much bigger?” He stutters out, balling his hands into fists. 

“Baby,” Seokmin soothes gently, a little confused, “you’ve taken this before. Is it too much in this position? I can get something smaller.” 

Jihoon shakes his head even if he isn’t exactly sure. “I wanna try.”

Seokmin makes a soft noise of disbelief. “Are you sure? You’re not being bad if you call this off, baby. Plus I’m more than happy to grab something else for you, you just have to tell me. I want you to feel good, Jihoonie. I don’t mind if that means we have to do something else.”

Jihoon loves Seokmin. He really does. It’s times like these that make him more sure of that than anything. 

“I’ll tap out if I have to.”

Though Seokmin still seems a little worried, pressure is back on the toy in his ass. “Alright, baby.”

Seokmin presses the toy back into him, going and going until it finally, finally, bottoms out. Jihoon whimpers at the feeling of it pressing against his perineum, all of it still a little cold inside of him and making him helplessly aware of how full he is. 

“You ready?” Seokmin asks, kneading an ass cheek. 

“Yeah,” Jihoon breathes out.

And suddenly the toy comes to life. 

Seokmin has to wrap a hand around his hip to hold him up as the vibrations try to tear him apart, his bounds forcing him to stay presented and take it all without any bit of relief. He’s choking on moans immediately, every twitch of his body sending another wave of vibrations and therefore pleasure racketting through him. 

“S-Seok!” He cries before it becomes almost a scream as the vibrations inside of him grow more intense. 

“Yes, baby?” Seokmin coos, demeaning once more as his free hand finds one of Jihoon’s nipples to abuse, earning him a punched out noise of desperation. 

“Please!” He cries this time only to be tutted for it. 

“You want to cum already? Such a greedy little thing,” he scolds, scraping his nails up the insides of his thighs. The feeling paired with the unrelenting vibrations are already making him shake, and Jihoon knows he can’t hold on for much longer. Sure, he likes a little overstimulation, but it really doesn’t help him at times like these. 

“Please, need-!” Jihoon cuts himself off with a helpless moan as Seokmin smacks at the inside of his thigh. 

“How long can you hold on?” Seokmin asks lowly, the tone making sparks jump up Jihoon’s spine. He shakes his head desperately as his legs begin to tremble, his cock hurting as he grows more and more desperate. 

“Not long, please pleasepl easeplease!” He wails. 

Seokmin tuts at him again, moving the toy inside of him now and laughing when Jihoon’s cries turn even more desperate. 

“How about this,” he teases, pulling the toy out slowly and tantalizing, leaving Jihoon shaking and ready for it to be slammed back into him, “I’ll let you cum now,” Jihoon sobs in relief and Seokmin flicks a nipple in retaliation, “but you have to cum again before I fuck you. Or you can wait until I tell you and avoid all that,” he purrs, his amusement a little clear as Jihoon tries to writhe desperately. 

“I’m gonna put the toy back in, and then it’s all up to you,” he teases and Jihoon prays that he can hold on. 

Just as he had worried, Seokmin slams the toy back in him and ups the vibrations even higher, making it press firmly against his already sensitive prostate. He howls at the feeling, still sort of trying to get away as tears stick to his lashes, when a hand grabs his hair and yanks. 

He yowls this time before he manages to get his wet eyes open, meeting Seokmin’s predatory gaze in the mirror. 

“Look at how fucked out you already are, baby,” he teases with a grin. “Just look at that.”

Jihoon does as he’s told and feels embarrassment burn brightly in his chest. There’s cum on his face, more than he had thought, tears rushing down his cheeks from his glazed eyes. His jaw is slack and there’s drool pooling around his mouth, a sheen of sweat covering the rest of him. He sort of looks like he’s been passed around roughly and that thought has him moaning more than he’d care to admit.  

“Naw, is the baby working himself up?” Seokmin teases again, letting go of his hair so that he can not only up the vibrations but press the toy even more deeply inside of him. The chains around his wrists clink as the sensations tear through him, and despite everything he knows he’s about to cum. 

“S-Seokmin, please! Pleasepleaseplease!” He cries but Seokmin only tuts at him for it. 

“I still think you can hold on,” he starts, ignoring how Jihoon wails and thrashes his head from side to side, “so if you cum now you’ll have to cum again.”

Jihoon can’t bite back his sobs, his entire body shaking with need. “Tell me I can,” he cries, pressing back into the toy even further. “Tell me to!”

Seokmin hums thoughtfully. “No. I don’t want you to have that satisfaction,” he says and Jihoon sobs again. 

“But m’good!” He sobs, Seokmin pressing the toy even more firmly to his prostate. 

“Then wait,” Seokmin growls even as he ups the vibrations in his ass again. 

Helpless and forced to take it, Jihoon can’t find any relief from the pleasure and it only takes seconds for him to cum with a shout. 

Even more cum splatters against his face as his whole body convulses, only left on his feet due to Seokmin’s steady hold. His world is fuzzy and white as his mouth hangs open with silent cries of pleasure, his body trying to shake and spasm but it’s helpless against the restraints. 

It takes longer than he cares to admit for him to come back down enough to know where he is and what’s going on, but the moment he does he’s whimpering. 

The toy in his ass is still there buzzing incessantly against his insides. It’s bordering on painful at this point, and with all the strength and mental clarity he can muster, he shakes his head. 

“I gotta tap out,” he mumbles. 

The toy is off immediately before it’s eased out of him, Seokmin moving around in front of him to unclip his hands from the spreader. Now that he’s no longer forcibly bent in half Seokmin helps him to stand, bracing his back against his chest and rubbing smoothing lines on his stomach. 

“That wasn’t a safe word,” Seokmin notes, shuffling until they’re both a little more comfortable where they stand 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

They stand there for what feels like hours, just breathing and holding each other close as Jihoon tries to get his thoughts in line. 

“It started to hurt,” he starts, sinking back into Seokmin even further, “and I just wanted a break before we kept going.”

Seokmin makes an inquisitive noise, rubbing soothing hands up his thighs. “You wanna keep going?” Jihoon nods against him and Seokmin presses a kiss to the crown of his head. “Do you wanna keep going now or should we clean you up a bit and go relax?”

Jihoon hums softly as he thinks. “I want you to get off first,” he starts, his voice still a little breathy, “but I think I’ll need a longer break before we do anything else.” 

“Do you want to do anything spicy while you rest?”

Jihoon opens his heavy eyes, raising an eyebrow curiously as he looks over Seokmin’s features. “Like what?”

“I mean, you seemed to wanna try a plug before. Would you wanna do that now or wait for later?”

Jihoon thinks about it, moving to shuffle before he realizes his legs are still forcibly held apart. It makes something jolt up his spine and he wonders if he’s too sensitive to capitalize on it. “Let’s try,” he says with a smile, “but then I want to suck you off.”

Seokmin smirks, the heat lingering just being his expression. “I should’ve expected you to be so dirty, baby. Which one do you want?”

“Surprise me, but be nice,” he tacks on quickly. 

“Okay!” A flurry of kisses are placed across his face and Jihoon can’t bite back his giggles. “You want the bar off?”

“Nah, leave it.” 

That earns him a bite to his lower lip, the sensation ripping a moan from his swelling lips. 

“Stay here. I'll be right back and then we’ll get you on your knees.”

Jihoon groans this time as Seokmin laughs, another harsh bite to his lips before he’s pulling away. Seokmin leaves a wet kiss on his cheek and disappears, leaving Jihoon to collect himself. Haphazardly wiping the cum off of his face he finds he’s a little sore from the position but he’s still happy, rolling his shoulders and shuffling his hips before he finally realizes he has cuffs on that aren’t attached anymore. He’s still staring at them when Seokmin comes back, earning himself a little laugh. 

“Do you want those anywhere, baby?” Seokmin asks with a teasing lilt to his voice. 

Jihoon hums back, looking at Seokmin through the mirror as he considers it. “What do you think?” 

“You mean what do I think you should do?” Seokmin laughs softly at Jihoon’s swift nods. “If you really want them cuffed then I say let’s do them in front of you. With a short chain if you really want, but that way you have help when you’re already so beat as you blow me.”

“You sound like you’re going to last hours,” Jihoon quips, earning himself a quick shrug and a kiss to his cheek. 

“Probably not anywhere close to that,” he admits rather easily. “Anyways, you ready?”

Jihoon closes his eyes and allows his mind to do a full assessment of himself before he nods. “You’re gonna be nice?”

Seokmin smiles before he presses a wet kiss to his cheek. “Of course I am. You asked so nicely after all.”

Jihoon preens slightly with the words, but he finds himself a mess of moans as something firm begins to probe against his entrance. 

“Relax, Jihoonie,” Seokmin eases as he runs comforting circles onto Jihoon’s stomach, humming softly when he finally does. “That’s my good boy,” he says into Jihoon’s ear, nibbling at it slightly and pulling even more noises from Jihoon’s swollen lips. Carefully the plug is slipped inside of him, nestled rather easily despite its cooler temperature. Jihoon finds his muscles flexing as pleasure nips at his veins, thankfully nowhere near painful this time. 

“How’s that feel?” Seokmin asks carefully, still running soothing lines over Jihoon’s torso. 

“A little cold,” he admits, “but green.” 

“And if it ends up being too much, what do you do?”

“Snap, clap or red.” 

Seokmin sucks a mark into his neck in response. “Good,” he breathes against the wet skin as he nips at it. He looks up then, his gaze hooded and sharp as meets Jihoon’s eyes in the mirror. “Should we get you on your knees then?”

Jihoon nods and finds himself turned around and pushed to the ground, Seokmin’s steady hands helping him to move carefully despite the bar still around his ankles. Once they get him settled Seokmin holds out a hand, humming happily when Jihoon immediately surrenders his wrists to be chained together again. 

“Is it hotter if I don’t take off my pants?” Seokmin asks, threading his fingers through Jihoon’s hair and pulling slightly. “Use you like you’re a toy for my pleasure?”

Jihoon hums softly as he thinks about it, settling on his haunches and gasping as the plug presses more firmly inside of him. “Up to you,” he manages to mumble once his attention is back to the present, looking up at Seokmin with what he’s sure is a pathetic expression. “Whatever will make you feel good.”

Seokmin groans as he tugs at Jihoon’s hair, looking in the mirror for a few moments before he begins to smirk wickedly. Without warning his feet begin to tap against Jihoon’s knees, forcing his legs further apart until he suddenly seems satisfied. 

“Now look at that pretty little hole all plugged up for me,” he taunts and Jihoon feels himself flush cherry red as he realizes that he must be on display again. “Stay,” Seokmin commands without any other context and Jihoon listens, confused, until he watches Seokmin grab a chair and place it in front of Jihoon. With his knees wide enough for Seokmin to see the plug inside of him, he can’t reach high enough to get his dick in his mouth any other way. 

Seokmin settles in the chair, leaving a foot on one of Jihoon’s legs in a silent command not to move. But he’s set the chair far enough back that Jihoon has to lean forward to reach him, and he blushes even hotter when he realizes that Seokmin will likely have an unobstructed view of the plug in his ass. 

“How do you want my cum today, baby?” Seokmin asks tauntingly, running a thumb over Jihoon’s lower lip. 

“Surprise me,” Jihoon mumbles against the digit before he’s pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. He lets his teeth scrape against the knuckle as he works his tongue around it, going so far as to swallow around it. Seokmin pulls his thumb free and grabs a hold of Jihoon’s chin, the move almost painful. 

“It’s too bad about your gag reflex,” Seokmin starts, smirking as Jihoon flushes, “and how much I care about hurting you, ‘cuz I would fuck your throat voiceless if I knew it would make you feel good.”

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut as the images are burned into his brain, cursing up a storm. “Fuck, me too.”

Seokmin loosens his hold then and instead just pets Jihoon’s cheek, pulling him closer to press a sweet kiss to the top of his head. “That’s alright,” Seokmin soothes, “we can do other fun things instead.”

Jihoon smiles back at him. “I’d like that.”

“Then get on with it,” he goads, his eyes flashing as he relaxes back in the chair. Jihoon takes that as permission to get started, using one hand to pop the button on his pants, the other firmly pressed against Seokmin’s cock. Seokmin hisses but Jihoon just looks up at him with wide eyes, playing as innocent as he possibly can. 

A hand grabs him by the hair and yanks him higher, the sensations dragging a moan from him. “I thought you were going to be good, Jihoonie,” Seokmin growls, looking over Jihoon with a harsh gaze. 

“I am,” he whimpers, his hair tugged once again. Seokmin raises an unimpressed eyebrow. 

“Then be good, or else I’ll have to deal with you and you don’t want that.”

Jihoon swallows thickly before he nods. The hand lets go of his hair suddenly and Jihoon finds himself collapsed on all fours, catching his breath for a few moments before he shuffles back up Seokmin’s body. He works Seokmin’s pants off far enough that he has clean access to his boxers, reaching under the elastic to stroke Seokmin’s massive length. Seokmin tosses his head back and groans, more precum wetting Jihoon’s fingers. 

“What would you do?” Jihoon asks softly, his mind still caught on Seokmin’s threat. 

“What, to deal with you?” Seokmin pants, squeezing his eyes shut before he focuses his gaze back on Jihoon. Jihoon just nods, finally freeing Seokmin’s length from the confines of his underwear before he tugs out his balls too. He’s fondling them as he looks back at Seokmin, curious as to what this answer entails. “Are you interested or something?”

Jihoon hums softly, finally leaning forward enough to press a kiss to the head of Seokmin’s leaking cock. He goes from there, leaving little licks and kisses all down the shaft, licking up the length with his tongue pressed firmly into the prominent vein there. 

“There’s so many things I could do,” Seokmin breathes, that feral smile back in full force as a hand buries itself in Jihoon’s hair and pulls slightly. “I could tie you up and leave you there, blindfolded and with noise canceling headphones so you’re stuck waiting for something, anything.” Jihoon whimpers against Seokmin’s cock, finally taking the head in his mouth and sucking firmly as he tongues at the slit. Seokmin groans, his fingers flexing in Jihoon’s hair before he breathes out. 

“I could tie you and leave you under my desk with a toy inside of you, use you like you’re my own personal fleshlight and see just how good you could be.” 

Jihoon makes a needy noise at the sound of that, Seokmin’s hips jumping slightly before he seems to get them back under control. 

“I could make you spend the day helpless against the toys in and on you, and the amount of orgasms you have you have to give me.” 

Jihoon buries his interested noise into Seokmin’s cock, taking it as far as he can before he’s sucking hard, swirling his tongue and swallowing around him. Seokmin throws his head back and moans. When he seems to get a grip of himself he looks down at Jihoon and his wet eyes, the feral grin back. 

“You could spend the day as my kitty, ears and tails and all.”

Jihoon feels his cheeks burn at the thought of that, not bothering to offer Seokmin more of an answer than just continue to blow him. Seokmin doesn’t seem to mind this time, sighing prettily as Jihoon begins to bob and suck in tandem. He uses his hands to continue to fondle Seokmin’s balls and to work the rest of his cock that he can’t reach, together earning him another tug to his hair. Jihoon swallows and the hand tugs even harsher, making Jihoon groan around the cock in his mouth and making Seokmin’s hips twitch. 

“That’s not even scratching the surface,” Seokmin whispers, his gaze predatory as sudden pressure on the plug inside of him makes Jihoon gasp around the cock in his mouth. “There’s so much I could do to you, baby, if you want me to be a little mean.”

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to focus on Seokmin nor his words nor the response they’re getting out of him, instead intently getting him off. He does his best to suck swallow and bob in rhythm, and as he tongues Seokmin’s slit the hand in his hair twisted almost painfully. Jihoon moans at the sensation and that’s all it takes, Seokmin cumming down his throat without abandon. 

Jihoon slurps it all up, desperate to keep any from escaping him as Seokmin continues to spurt. Eventually Seokmin seems to come back down, pushing Jihoon off of his cock as he catches his breath. When he looks back down he smirks, nudging one of Jihoon’s legs with his foot. 

“Turn around baby,” he goads. “I didn’t even cum on your face and you still look wrecked.”

Jihoon makes an embarrassed noise high in his throat even as he does as he’s told, shuffling awkwardly until he can face the mirror. The moment he catches a glimpse of himself he feels his blush intensify. 

Seokmin was absolutely right, he does look completely wrecked. His lips are swollen and there’s drool and cum staining the corners of his mouth and even his chin from before, his eyes glassy and wet and dried tear tracks coating his cheeks. His hair is a mess and his neck has been considerably marked up, his chest much the same. The absolute kicker though is how when Seokmin puts the slightest bit of pressure on the plug in his ass, his already hardening cock twitches with the sensation. 

“You’re insatiable,” Seokmin growls into his ear, sucking a spot just behind it and laughing when it makes Jihoon shiver. “But if you still want a break you can have it.”

Jihoon considers it, reaching down with his bound hands to ghost against his hardening cock. The touch makes him whimper and jolt, but it feels far less painful than it did before. He looks up to meet Seokmin’s gaze in the mirror, surprised to see how incredibly sharp it is. 

“I did say you’d have to cum one more time before I’d fuck you, so think of that while you decide.”

Jihoon inhales sharply, his eyes blown as he studies Seokmin’s expression. “What would you do to me?”

Seokmin arches an eloquent eyebrow. “Right now?” 

Jihoon swallows noisily. “Yeah.” 

Seokmin reaches forward, curling his large hands around Jihoon’s shoulders and pulling them further back, bowing his back slightly until Jihoon’s chest is pushed out. He hums then, his eyes sharp and watchful, taking in Jihoon’s completely wrecked form. 

“I could do so much to you,” he muses, his thumbs digging in as they rub the tense muscles next to his spine. “But maybe we slow down and I sit you on my lap and have my wicked way with you.”

Jihoon shivers at the words. “How?” He mumbles, his eyes wide and beseeching. 

“Like this,” Seokmin says with a shrug. “Unless you wanted something more.”

Jihoon considers it before he’s squinting up at Seokmin in the mirror. Seokmin who looks infuriatingly put together and domineering where he sits holding Jihoon’s shoulders. Something about it makes his dick twitch again as it hardens, the image burning into his retinas. 

“How would you?”

Seokmin smirks before his hands are suddenly wrapped around Jihoon’s ribs and he’s lifted, settled down on one of Seokmin’s legs. It feels especially pointed the way that he puts him down, especially when Seokmin pulls him even further back so that there’s no escaping the pressure on the plug in his ass. 

Seokmin moves his hands to Jihoon’s wrists then, arching an eyebrow and waiting for Jihoon to nod before he unlatches his wrists and moves them behind him. It takes a few seconds of shuffling before Seokmin seems happy with it, Jihoon’s forearms pressed fully against each other before the cuffs are reclipped together. 

“How’s this?” Seokmin whispers into his ear, smirking wickedly. 

Jihoon looks them over in the mirror, trying not to shy away from how incredibly small and wrecked he looks but failing all the same. He’s on fucking display goddamnit, of course he’s shy. Despite lounging Seokmin practically domineers over him, and the fact that he’s fully dressed really makes it appear like Jihoon is some sort of almost pathetic play thing. 

More pressure is added to the plug and Jihoon hisses, meeting Seokmin’s lava-like gaze in the mirror. “How’s this, baby?” He growls, a shiver running up Jihoon’s spine. Jihoon tries to press his knees together but Seokmin grips one of his thighs and yanks it away, squeezing tight enough to leave bruises on the pale skin there. 

“Now, why would you do that?” Seokmin growls even lower, his words feeling more like a threat than anything else. Jihoon whines softly, but Seokmin smacks his other thigh in warning. 

“Shy,” Jihoon manages to mumbles, gasping when Seokmin bites his neck. 

“There’s no place for that now, not when I want you to watch. And definitely not when I want to watch.”

Jihoon gulps before he manages to nod, forcing himself to breathe and relax. “Okay,” he whimpers as Seokmin continues to practically glare at him, hoping that the word appeases him. It seems to work as Seokmin’s glare lets up, though one of his hands begins to map Jihoon’s skin almost possessively. When it traces Jihoon’s neck he can’t help but to swallow, catching Seokmin’s interested eyes in the mirror before the hand continues its movements. 

“Next time we do this I’ll make sure that plug vibrates.” 

Jihoon chokes on a noise and Seokmin just smirks back at him, one of his hands planting itself firmly at the base of one of his pecs so that his thumb can still unexpectedly brush against his nipple. The other moves to knead the insides of Jihoon’s thighs, Seokmin snorting every time it draws a reaction out of Jihoon. His fingers ghost over Jihoon’s cock and he gasps so hard that his chest hurts, his eyes seeking out Seokmin’s fiery gaze in the mirror out of desperation. Seokmin just snorts again. 

“Spit,” he commands, not bothering to move either of his hands. Instead he pointedly looks from Jihoon’s face to his dick and back again when Jihoon doesn’t move, raising an unamused eyebrow. Though it makes his face burn extremely hot, Jihoon spits on his own cock and tries to ignore the way it makes him feel. 

“Good boy,” Seokmin whispers into his ear, snorting again as he must see Jihoon’s hands clench into fists when he finally gets his hand on him. The problem with Seokmin knowing him so thoroughly is that he knows exactly what to do to tease, keeping his hand just a little too wide and his strokes a little too soft and slow. The touches are all more maddening than anything else, enough of a reminder to Jihoon to make him desperate for what he wants but incredibly aware that that’s not what he’s getting. Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut for only a moment before Seokmin clicks his tongue in warning, making Jihoon open them immediately. Seokmin’s smirking when he looks, moving to press an opened mouth kiss to Jihoon’s shoulder without breaking eye contact. 

“Good boy,” he purrs into his skin, chuckling softly when it makes Jihoon whimper. “Now spit again.” 

Despite the embarrassment coursing through him, Jihoon spits on his own cock again. Seokmin makes an almost considering noise, humming thoughtfully as he continues to tease Jihoon’s red and desperate cock. 

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” Seokmin teases as his thumb flicks Jihoon’s abused nipple once again. “What would you do if I told you to drool on your cock, huh?”

Jihoon whimpers as he shakes his head, his eyes wide and pleading as he wordlessly begs Seokmin not to. Seokmin clearly just finds this all funny, moving the hand on his chest to roll the poor abused nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it just to watch Jihoon writhe and pant. Jihoon’s writhing actually puts even more pressure onto the plug inside of him and the sensations rip a moan from his chest, panting wildly as he finally manages to look at Seokmin again. 

“I’ll stop if you drool on your cock,” he says with a shark's smile, his eyes shining in a way that Jihoon knows means he’s in for a world of pain, more like desperation, if he doesn’t do what Seokmin asks. 

Whining high in his throat continuously, Jihoon opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, allowing his saliva to drip down onto his weeping cock as he stares helplessly at Seokmin in the mirror. Seokmin just smiles wolfishly but makes good on his promise, leaving Jihoon’s abused nipple alone and instead his hand settles at the tip of his sternum, a weight on his collar bones that he doesn’t know what to do with. 

Jihoon’s drooling also earns him a few real strokes to his cock, the bursts of pleasure making his hips buck and tearing noises from his chest. They only grow more and more desperate as Seokmin goes back to teasing him again, humming softly as Jihoon twitches with desperation. 

“Look at you, drooling on your cock like you’re nothing more than desperate,” he purrs, moving so that his fingertips now ghost around Jihoon’s length. They catch on the head of his cock and skirt into the slit before they trace up the prominent vein, the touches soft and fast enough to rile Jihoon up even more despite how he thought that was impossible. “Tell me just how desperate you are and I might be inclined to help,” he goads, his eyes challenging as they meet Jihoon’s own in the mirror. Jihoon pulls his tongue back into his dry mouth to swallow, but the moment he does Seokmin’s hand stops touching his cock all together. Somehow blushing even harder, Jihoon sticks his tongue back out and allows his saliva to continuously dribble onto his cock, earning a few real pumps in reward. 

“Please,” he whimpers before he’s back to drooling. Seokmin arches an eyebrow though the teasing touches get a little bit firmer with the word. 

“Only please?” He taunts and Jihoon shakes his head. 

“I, I need to cum,” he pants, groaning as Seokmin squeezes the base of his dick and makes more precum dribble out of the tip. 

“Is that all?” Seokmin loosens his fingers and Jihoon whines loudly, aching in a way that he doesn’t know what to do with. Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut and pants for a few moments, looking back at Seokmin the second he makes an interested noise. 

Eyes open, of course. 

“I need you t-to make me cum.”

“And how do you suppose I do that?” 

Jihoon whimpers, swallowing once more as he tries to fix his incredibly dry mouth. He considers telling Seokmin just how to do it, but when he meets Seokmin eyes he finds himself cowing. “However you want,” he mumbles, arching his back as Seokmin’s hand ghosts around his weeping cock. Seokmin smirks wickedly, squeezing tight enough to make Jihoon hiss. 

“However I want, huh?” Seokmin whispers into his ear, nibbling at it and laughing as Jihoon jolts in his lap. The hand braced against Jihoon’s chest moves up his neck, Seokmin quirking an eyebrow as Jihoon shudders at the touch, before it’s tapping at Jihoon’s jaw. He closes his mouth and waits, biting back a moan as Seokmin bites at his neck again. 

“Good boy,” he mutters into Jihoon’s heated skin, smirking even harder when Jihoon’s breath hitches. Fingers tap at Jihoon’s lips and he immediately opens his mouth to suck on them, his eyes fluttering as Seokmin’s other hand moves to fondle his balls. Jihoon whines into the fingers as he forces his eyes open, forever desperate to be good for Seokmin. Seokmin smiles at him wickedly in clear approval, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. The fingers are drawn from his mouth but left hovering in front of him, Seokmin silently dropping his eyes down towards Jihoon’s cock before he looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Jihoon bites at his lip for a moment before he huffs, spitting on his cock and trying not to jump at the sensation. Seokmin swipes the spit from the head of his cock before his hand is hovering for a moment, and Jihoon doesn’t need to be prompted before he spits on the hand again. 

“You’re such a good boy for me, Jihoonie,” Seokmin praises, his spit slicked fingers sliding over his sack far easier as he plays with his balls. Jihoon curls his toes with pleasure, the words and the sensations coursing through him like electricity. “Oh, do you like that? Should I tell you just how good you are?” 

Jihoon whines high in his throat as he nods furiously, silently pleading with Seokmin in the mirror. The fingers in front of him tap at his lips and Jihoon takes them into his mouth again, sucking and licking and swallowing as best as he can. Seokmin hums softly, finally fully sitting up so that he domineers over Jihoon and dwarfs his body, the image ripping throughout Jihoon’s trembling body like a drug. His hands close into fists and his back bows even further, the plug in his ass pressing fully against Seokmin’s thick thigh and increasing the pressure inside of him. Jihoon loses himself in a mess of moans and groans and whimpers and whines, stuck between grinding his ass down on the plug and Seokmin’s thigh or trying to get enough leverage to buck into Seokmin’s hand. 

“You’re so good for me baby,” Seokmin coos into the heated skin of his cheek. “You listen so well and you make me feel so good.” 

Jihoon’s eyelids flutter once more but he forces them to stay open, forcing himself to meet Seokmin’s liquid gaze. The fingers are slipped from his mouth once more before Seokmin holds out his hand, humming in approval when Jihoon immediately spits in it.

“So, so good for me,” he half whispers half groans into Jihoon’s ear, laughing at the desperate noise Jihoon makes. Jihoon’s about to protest but his words get lost in a sharp gasp, Seokmin’s other hand wrapping around his aching cock. 

“C’mon, sit up,” he coos as Jihoon begins to curl in on himself, Jihoon somehow finding it in himself to bow his back hard enough that the back of his head ends up resting in the crook of Seokmin’s neck. 

“That’s my good boy,” Seokmin breathes against his jaw, licking a stripe up his neck. Jihoon writhes in his hold and whimpers high in his throat, finally managing to get his feet planted well enough that even despite the restraints he can buck into Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin hums curiously, loosening his hand around Jihoon’s cock and meeting his eyes in the mirror, his expression challenging. 

“You wanna cum, right?”

Jihoon whimpers as he frantically nods. “Please Seok, please.”

Seokmin hums curiously, thumbing at the underside of his cockhead. “Can you get yourself off like this? Fuck into my hand until you cum?”

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut for a moment so that he can take a few harsh breaths, opening them to find Seokmin staring at him cooly. “I,” he licks his lips, biting back a moan as Seokmin begins to fondle his balls again. “I c-can cum like this.”

“You’re that desperate baby?”

Jihoon whines high in his throat once more. “Y-Yes!” He cries as Seokmin tugs at his sack, making Jihoon writhe even more and the air burst from his chest as the plug presses even deeper inside of him. 

Seokmin hums curiously, his fingers moving from Jihoon’s sensitive sack to press against his perineum and making Jihoon choke on a moan. “Should I use the plug to fuck you while you fuck your cock into my hand?”

Jihoon shakes his head even though he isn’t entirely sure how bad that would be. Seokmin makes a sort of disappointed noise, raising his eyebrows as he looks over Jihoon in the mirror. 

“Why not? Are you worried how fast you’re gonna cum?”

Jihoon watches as a blush burns his cheeks, somehow managing to nod. Seokmin just coos at him, letting go of Jihoon’s weeping cock to tweak one of his nipples and laughing at the plethora of sounds it rips from Jihoon’s heaving chest. 

“What if I let you cum as quickly as you want, hmm? Would that make it better?”

Jihoon pants out a few breaths before he chokes on a desperate noise, the plug being played with inside of him already. Seokmin holds his chest up as Jihoon tries to curl in on himself, his legs shaking so harshly that Jihoon can’t be sure they’ll be able to take any weight at all. 

“Oh no, is it too much for the baby?”

Though Jihoon finds himself flooded with embarrassment, he manages to nod. A hand smacks his side and Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut, doing his best to pull himself together swiftly. “Too much,” he whimpers, his eyes wide and beseeching when he finds Seokmin’s in the mirror. 

Seokmin sighs heavily and rolls his eyes, but the plug is pressed firmly back inside of him before it’s let go. A sigh of relief rips itself from his chest as he tries to breathe, Seokmin’s now free hand circling his cock. Seokmin drops his gaze to Jihoon’s red cock and even despite how embarrassed he already feels, he feels worse as he spits on his cock especially when the feeling makes him moan. 

Seokmin raises an eyebrow in the mirror, his hand wrapping around Jihoon’s cock for real as his other arm holds him up, his less abused nipple now being circled. A wicked smirk overwhelms his features as he sucks another mark into Jihoon’s neck, his fingertips grazing over Jihoon’s nipple and making him writhe once more. 

“If you drool on your cock again, I’ll get you off myself,” Seokmin purrs. Though the offer is tempting, Jihoon is still far too embarrassed to do it outright. 

“Or else?” He whimpers, his breath hitching as he throws his head back when Seokmin tweaks his nipple even harder this time. 

“We could stop now,” he teases, “and you can get that break you wanted, tied to the bed and unable to get yourself off.”

Jihoon shakes his head violently, eyes wide as he looks at Seokmin. Seokmin raises an eyebrow, and though Jihoon would rather do anything else, he sticks his tongue out once more and begins to drool on his cock, watching Seokmin the entire time. 

Seokmin smiles wickedly as he begins to jerk him off. Jihoon has no way to quiet his moans nor gasps, his noises of need and pleasure bouncing throughout the room. Seokmin just seems pleased with himself, working Jihoon’s cock slowly and swiping his thumb against the head of Jihoon’s cock on the upstroke and sometimes even pressing his thumbnail into Jihoon’s slit. 

“Theok!” Jihoon cries around his tongue, tears gathering in his eyes as he stares helplessly at Seokmin in the mirror. He slows down even more, the hand on Jihoon’s chest leaning him backwards a little, making Jihoon gasp loudly around his tongue as the plug shifts inside of him. 

“Are you so desperate that you’re gonna cry?”

Jihoon just stares at him through the mirror, desperate and begging despite his silence. For what, he isn’t exactly sure, but he continues to stare helplessly at Seokmin. Seokmin begins to nibble at his earlobe as he tweaks Jihoon’s nipple, the sensations searing through him with enough force that he throws his head back and chokes on a moan, his eyes fluttering. Tears scorch his cheeks as Seokmin continues his pleasurable assaults, his hands now fondling Jihoon’s balls and making him twitch and jolt. Seokmin clicks his tongue and as Jihoon finally manages to find his eyes in the mirror he sees him smiling that shark’s smile once more. 

“Sit up straight,” Seokmin purrs in his ear and Jihoon does as he’s told, whimpering heavily as Seokmin drags his hand down Jihoon’s chest. Seokmin clicks his tongue and Jihoon whines, spitting on his cock once more and choking on his moan as Seokmin wraps a hand around his cock, the other still fondling his balls. Tears continue to cut his burning cheeks, and when Jihoon looks in the mirror he sees exactly what Seokmin wanted to see. 

He looks absolutely fucked out, his eyes wet and cheeks covered in tears and spit and sweat and cum, his mouth swollen as pathetic noises rip themselves from his throat. His entire body is seemingly marked up, his nipples looking as abused as they are, precum smeared onto his stomach and spit making the entire area glisten. There’s a flush that makes him look like a fire hydrant, and his dick is so desperate it’s red and visibly painful. Some more precum spurts out of it as Jihoon looks and there’s a curious noise over his shoulder. 

“Do you like how wrecked you look, baby?” Seokmin purrs once more, tugging on Jihoon’s dick once more and getting him to choke on a sob. A soft smack to his inner thigh makes Jihoon jump, his ass pressed firmly into Seokmin’s thigh and the plug digging even deeper. It doesn’t feel like enough, just holding him open and waiting for him to be stretched and taken. The thought makes him groan even louder and Seokmin squeezes his cock, biting at Jihoon’s shoulder until he finally looks at him. 

“You didn’t answer me baby,” Seokmin starts, fire in his eyes as his hand tightens even further. “I thought you wanted to be good.” 

Jihoon whines high in his throat as he nods, his eyes wide and desperate as he looks at Seokmin. “M’good,” he whimpers but Seokmin just tuts at him. 

“Then answer the question: do you like how wrecked you look?”

Jihoon sucks in a raggedy breath before he nods violently, choking on a whine. “Yes!” 

Seokmin makes an intrigued noise. “Do you like to be used, baby? Like you're a toy just for me to have fun with?”

Jihoon whines even harsher, his toes curling as Seokmin begins to slowly move his fist again. “Y-Yes!” He cries once more and Seokmin makes another intrigued sound. 

“We’ll have to talk more about this later,” Seokmin whispers, squeezing Jihoon’s balls before he’s back to massaging them. “Until then, do you wanna cum?”

Jihoon hiccups, nodding as desperately as he can. Seokmin just arches an eyebrow. 

“Then beg for it.” 

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut and sobs for a moment, just so worked up that he wants to scream. “Puh-please! Seok, I need-!” He cuts himself off with a moan, Seokmin finally working his cock the way he needs to. 

“Do you want to cum?”

Jihoon nods viciously, his hips bucking into Seokmin’s hands. “Please! Pleasepleaseplease let me!”

“Then cum.” 

That’s all it takes for Jihoon to let go, pleasure making him convulse as his world fuzzes out. He’s not sure how much cum is leaving him but it feels like gallons, his chest heaving as if his lungs have broken and his entire body feeling dead and limp. Jihoon floats for so long that he can’t even guess how long it’s been, only beginning to come back down as Seokmin whispers sweetly to him. 

“Jihoonie baby, you okay?” 

Jihoon hums softly, finally noticing that his hands are freed and resting against his thighs. He keeps his eyes closed but shifts so that he’s more comfortable against Seokmin’s chest. 

“Use your words please.” 

Jihoon sighs and shuffles, his movement forcibly reminding him that there’s still a plug in his ass. “M’okay,” he mumbles, his entire body lighting up as the plug shifts inside of him. 

“Do you wanna look at yourself in the mirror?” Seokmin asks, a hand rubbing up and down Jihoon’s side comfortably. Jihoon finds himself whining but he manages to open his eyes, taking in his entirely limp and fucked out body. He looks like he’s been passed around in the best and worst way, and looking at himself looking so incredibly ruined makes something inside of him stir. The cum streaking up his torso is slowly gathered by Seokmin’s fingers and Jihoon happily takes them in his mouth and sucks them clean, groaning around them. Seokmin feeds him everything that stains his flushed skin, making him clean himself up in that sick and twisted way that he knows Jihoon loves. The whole thing and watching it all happen, well, it has an effect on him that he wishes wasn’t so obvious. But then again Seokmin keeps looking at him like he’s a marvel, astounded by him fully. 

“Should we get you a little cleaner and let you have that break?”

Jihoon thinks about it, considers giving his exhausted body a break, but when Seokmin’s hand skims up the side of his throat he finds himself choking on a moan as his eyes flutter closed, neck bared for Seokmin to abuse it. Fingers tap against his cheek and eventually Jihoon opens his eyes, ignoring the embarrassment coursing through him as he meets Seokmin’s eyes in the mirror. 

“You seem to want something on your neck,” he starts softly, pressing a sweet kiss to Jihoon’s flushed cheek. “If that’s something you really want, then we’ll talk about it later. But right now I’m not gonna do anything more than what I already have today, okay?” 

Jihoon loves Seokmin. He loves him so, so much. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles out, earning himself another sweet kiss to his cheek. 

“Of course, baby.” 

Jihoon just hums happily, his hands fumbling until he finds Seokmin’s arms and wraps them around himself. He sinks into the embrace even further, beyond happy to just be held at the moment. 

“Do you wanna get out of the bar and into bed?” 

Jihoon shakes his head as he curls up into Seokmin even further. Seokmin just laughs at him, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. 

“Just tell me what you want to do, baby, and I’m happy to help you.” 

Jihoon thinks about it for a few moments before his shifting makes the plug press against his rim in a way that makes him ache for Seokmin’s cock. He whines high in his throat as he continues to shift, trying but failing to get any worthwhile pressure on his plug. Seokmin tuts at him softly, the hands wrapped around him beginning to squeeze. 

“Look at my baby and his little cock that could, getting hard for me again.”

Jihoon feels a flush burn his entire body as he forces his eyes open, looking at his cock already hardening despite how many times he’s cum. He looks up at Seokmin then and feels himself almost cower, too embarrassed to even fully meet him in the eye. Seokmin shushes him softly, petting his flank once more. 

“You’re embarrassed baby? Huh?”

Jihoon makes a soft noise of embarrassment before he nods, looking over himself in the mirror swiftly before his eyes fall to the floor. One of the hands smacks at his ribs this time and it makes Jihoon jump, moving him further into Seokmin’s hold and getting a bit of interest from his stirring dick. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, looking at Seokmin with a pathetic expression. Seokmin just hums, moving one of his hands to brush against Jihoon’s overly sensitive cock and humming once more at Jihoon’s gasp. 

“Do you wanna keep going?” Seokmin asks gently, the offer to stop genuine besides the fire behind his eyes. And sure, Jihoon knows he should take the break and run with it, but apparently a part of him is so desperate to be fucked by Seokmin’s monster cock that he knows he’ll just be pent up and restless the entire time. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Seokmin growls into his ear, his eyes sharp and calculating in the mirror. “Think of how sensitive you are baby,” he reminds through gritted teeth. “Will that really be all that pleasurable for you?”

Jihoon loves Seokmin, loves how kind and gentle and sweet he’s willing to be even when he’s completely ruined Jihoon and is being given the opportunity to make it even worse. 

“You’ll stop if I need you to.” It’s not a question. There’s really no question about it. Jihoon knows that no matter what they’re doing, if he calls a yellow or red or claps or snaps, Seokmin will stop. He trusts him with his life, and he trusts him with this too. 

“I would,” Seokmin agreed easily, hugging Jihoon tighter to his chest. “But I don’t want to get to a point where you need to safeword out. I want this to be good for you, baby.”

Sure, Jihoon understands Seokmin’s concern and pseudo argument. The thing is though is that Seokmin’s words only make him want to try it. He wants to be a little reckless when he knows someone’s there to save him, to catch him if he falls.

“I want to try,” he says as firmly as he can with his fucked out voice. Seokmin just hums softly, one of his hands moving to ghost against Jihoon’s cock and make him almost howl with the feeling. 

“Last time I’ll ask right now, I promise,” he starts, still gently touching Jihoon’s cock and balls and watching his reactions carefully, “but are you sure?” 

Jihoon takes a deep breath before he reaches to fist his own dick, losing himself in a mess of moans and pleasure and only slight nips of pain. If anything it makes everything far more vibrant, like finishing salt added to a chocolate dessert or a sprinkle of acid added last minute to a dish, and Jihoon wants to see what else that bite can make sing. 

“Yes,” he moans, his hips canting into his hand. “Please, Seok.”

Seokmin sighs heavily even as he begins to shift, staring at Jihoon so intently in the mirror that Jihoon almost wants to cower. “If it’s uncomfortable or it hurts, you have to tell me. Okay?”

“Do we have to stop?”

Seokmin raises an eyebrow as he looks him over carefully. “We’ll talk about it when we get there.” 

“Okay,” he agrees, earning himself a swift bite to his shoulder. 

“Bar still okay?”

“Yes.”

“Cuffs?”

Jihoon thinks about it for a moment before he shrugs. “Whichever way you think would be better.” 

Seokmin makes an intrigued noise but doesn’t bother to ask any more questions. “Are you ready?”

Jihoon takes a deep breath, assessing himself once more before he nods in the mirror. “Yes.”

“Then let’s get that plug outta ya,” Seokmin whispers in his ear, helping Jihoon to his shaky feet even as he remains sitting behind him. Jihoon gets used to the position again before he nods at Seokmin, allowing his wrists to be dragged behind him and secured. “If you want that changed at any point just tell me,” he says easily, waiting for Jihoon’s nod before he proceeds. 

Jihoon yelps at the first true shift of the plug in his ass before it turns into a loud moan, his eyes fluttering as Seokmin slowly, agonizingly, pulls the plug out. Despite its smaller size Jihoon still finds himself feeling empty with it gone. He makes a helpless noise in his throat as he finds Seokmin’s eyes in the mirror. 

“What is it baby?” Seokmin coos, his concern evident even with the teasing. Jihoon tries to shake his head in response but he gasps as Seokmin smacks his thigh. “Words.”

“Empty,” Jihoon mumbles, mostly embarrassed but a little bit pathetically. Seokmin’s feral smile blooms behind him as slick fingers press against his loosened entrance. 

“Why don’t we fix that then, huh?”

“Please,” Jihoon moans, his voice breaking as Seokmin presses three fingers in. The stretch immediately makes Jihoon’s legs shake, his breath only coming in tiny gasps and pants as Seokmin slowly begins to move inside of him. It’s not like it’s a terrible thing, but the stretch is enough to make it so that he can’t focus on anything else but Seokmin’s fingers in his ass. Seokmin hums softly, his eyes sharp and calculating when Jihoon looks. 

“Be good,” he reminds before he presses square into Jihoon’s prostate. The feeling of pleasure is incredibly overwhelming, Jihoon’s entire body trembling as he moans constantly. Sure, there’s a tiny bit of pain with it, the cost of overstimulation, but it’s not enough to warrant a call out in his opinion. 

Seokmin continues to finger fuck his prostate for what must be fun, only stopping when Jihoon is bent in half and almost crying with need. “Does baby feel too good?” Seokmin says in that depreciating voice that sends a chill down Jihoon’s spine, making him whine as he tries to pull himself together. 

“Please,” he whimpers, straightening out just enough so that he can meet Seokmin’s eyes in the mirror. “I n-need your cock in me.”

Seokmin’s smirk grows into a full smile as he reaches out and pulls Jihoon upright by his hair, making him moan as loud as possible as his fingers clutch around nothing. “Is it hotter if I don’t strip?” Seokmin whispers into his ear, his eyes shining in the mirror where he seems to dwarf Jihoon even more than usual. 

Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he pants before he manages to force them open again. “Yes,” he whispers back just as softly. 

“Do you want to look like you’ve been used?” Seokmin raises an eyebrow as Jihoon nods fervently. “Do you want to be used?”

Jihoon whimpers before he nods, a hand moving to brace itself on the base of his neck. Jihoon feels his cock twitch before his hair is pulled again, still staring at Seokmin in the mirror with his watery eyes. 

“We can talk about that later,” Seokmin says dismissively, letting go of Jihoon completely and snorting as he stumbles. Instead of helping him he just undoes his pants, a click bouncing through Jihoon’s brain as he listens to Seokmin open the lube and pour it all over his cock. Jihoon moans wantonly as Seokmin presses the head of his cock against his ready entrance, a hand curling around his hip and holding him up with a bruising force. 

“Ready?”

“Please,” Jihoon begs, and that’s all it takes for Seokmin to finally, finally, start to fuck him. 

Even after three fingers Seokmin’s cock forces a stretch, the burn mixing in with the feeling of being full and leaving Jihoon a gasping mess, only held upright by the hand on his hip. Seokmin tuts as his other hand moves from behind Jihoon to grip at his waist, holding him up with such a force that Jihoon is rather certain the bruises will never fade. 

When Seokmin’s cock ends up fully sheathed inside of him Jihoon feels his eyes roll back, moaning as loud as he can at the feeling of being so full. Seokmin just laughs.

“You been waiting for that, baby?” He whispers into Jihoon’s ear, his voice gravely with need. Jihoon whines high in his throat as his back arches, his eyelids fluttering with the force of his need. Seokmin tuts in his ear, his teeth scratching against Jihoon’s neck as Jihoon forces his eyes open. “What did I say?”

“Eyes open,” Jihoon whimpers, gasping as Seokmin bites down before he sucks a violent mark into his neck. 

“Good,” he whispers against his neck before he’s worrying the skin there, almost glaring at Jihoon in the mirror. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Make a mess out of you?”

Jihoon moans at his words, nodding as he stares desperately at Seokmin in the mirror. While his cock is still stretching him a little, and there is that sharp tang of overstimulation crowding every feeling of pleasure he has, but he can’t help but to enjoy it. “Yes please.”

Seokmin lets go of his waist and curls his hand around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him upright so that he can kiss him relentlessly, savagely. The hand on his neck makes him whine for more, trying to press into it only for Seokmin to move his hand down to his shoulder. He pulls away with a smirk, leaning forward to catch Jihoon’s lip between his teeth before he moves back. 

“Ready?” He practically growls, the hand on Jihoon’s shoulder moving to circle his chest. 

“Yes,” Jihoon whimpers just to get tutted at. 

“Then look back at the mirror baby.” 

Jihoon chokes on a noise before he turns back around, meeting Seokmin’s blazing eyes in the mirror. His fists clench around nothing as Seokmin pulls out. “Be good,” he reminds him before he rams back into him, making Jihoon choke on a loud moan. Seokmin doesn’t give him more than a second to breath before he begins to fuck him in earnest, not as fast or as hard as he normally would as if he’s still trying to be careful with him. 

Jihoon just won’t have that, no sir. “H-Harder,” he moans, watching Seokmin raise an eyebrow in the mirror. He slows his pace as he fucks Jihoon shallowly, watching him with a challenging expression as Jihoon whines and tries to writhe despite how he’s been tied. 

“Is that how you ask for something baby?” He asks, the hand around Jihoon’s chest suddenly rolling a nipple between its fingers and making Jihoon’s back arch as he chokes on another moan. 

“No,” he whimpers, tears of desperation clinging to his lashes as he stares at Seokmin helplessly. “M’sorry.”

Seokmin hums, pinching at Jihoon’s nipple this time and watching as his body both fights and chases the sensation, a litany of gasps and moans leaving him. “Ask again.”

“Please,” Jihoon begs. “Please fuck me harder.” 

Seokmin smirks at him before he slams back in, making Jihoon practically howl. “Good boy,” he whispers into Jihoon’s ear and laughs as he shivers. 

Jihoon doesn’t have time to respond before Seokmin’s fucking him again, harder and faster this time. Each thrust hits square to his prostate and Jihoon is surprised there’s anything left in him but moans of pleasure, his jaw slack and body almost limp as he feels the pleasure begin to nip at his skin and build in his belly again. Seokmin’s chasing his own orgasm too, his breathing harsh as he pounds relentlessly into Jihoon, his fingers flexing and digging into Jihoon with a bruising force that he loves. The bedroom is just filled with a chorus of pants and moans and the sound of skin slapping, both of them growing closer and closer to their respective highs. Jihoon watches as precum beads from the head of his cock, his moans growing even more desperate as his hands catch on Seokmin’s shirt and he pulls himself back onto his cock. His moans go even higher in pitch as Seokmin presses into him even further, his pace relentless as he begins to groan. 

“You wanna cum, baby?” He asks, his voice gritty and low and it sends a shiver down his spine. 

“Please,” he whines as Seokmin thrusts into him even harder, his aim on Jihoon’s prostate dead on. 

“Wait for me,” he tells him, his rhythm starting to slip as he continues to fuck into Jihoon. “Don’t cum ‘til I do,” he growls this time. Jihoon whines desperately as he meets Seokmin’s challenging gaze, realizing that this is the only option he has. 

“Okay!” He cries as Seokmin slips a hand around his leaking cock, holding it loose enough to remind him that it’s there but doing nothing more for him. He whines desperately as he tries to fuck himself back on Seokmin’s cock, crying out. “Please, pleasepleaseplease!” 

Seokmin groans in his ear as his hips stutter, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pulls Jihoon’s hips against him and buries his cock inside. Seokmin groans as Jihoon feels him start to cum inside, writhing as he feels Seokmin’s cum against his inner walls. Jihoon doesn’t stop crying out, twisting his fingers in Seokmin’s shirt as he grinds his hips back, so so close to the edge. 

Seokmin shakes his head at him before he bites at Jihoon’s neck, still panting harshly from his (recently finished? Still ongoing? Jihoon isn’t sure) orgasm. He tightens his fist and somehow manages to press his cock head into Jihoon’s prostate, jerking him off with his own precum. It takes embarrassingly few strokes before he’s coming wildly, one solid moan leaving his mouth as he cums, his body jolting and shaking as his pain soaked pleasure rips through him. He can’t even describe the sensations besides how it feels like he’s been electrocuted as his world whites out, all of his muscles clenching before he feels himself go limp, only held up by Seokmin’s hands. 

Seokmin shuffles him back so that his head is resting against Seokmin’s chest before he slowly begins to move, balancing Jihoon upright as he slowly takes off his restraints and eases his cock out of his abused hole. Jihoon whimpers but Seokmin shushes him softly, easing Jihoon down in a chair before he takes off the spreader bar. He’s gentle as he smoothes over where the restraints were, gently massaging the area and smiling at Jihoon when he finally gets his eyes open. 

“Look in the mirror,” Seokmin tells him and Jihoon listens, his flush instantly going darker. 

If he looked fucked out before it has nothing on it now, cum splattered across him hectically and saliva everywhere it shouldn’t be. His entire body is limp as if he’s just a ragdoll, his lips even more swollen than before and fresh tear stains gathered underneath his eyes. It’s incredible how wrecked he can look, and a sick part of him wonders if he could look even worse.

Seokmin holds up his hand to Jihoon’s mouth, raising an eyebrow at him when Jihoon doesn’t immediately move. It takes him a second before he realizes what Seokmin’s asking him to do, his cheeks fire engine red as he sticks his tongue out and cleans off Seokmin’s cum stained hand. There’s not as much on it as there usually is, a telltale sign of how much he’s cum today, but Jihoon still cleans his entire hand fully before he starts to suck on his fingers. Seokmin just hums happily, petting his flank as he removes his fingers from Jihoon’s mouth. 

“It’s too bad you’re as fucked out as you are,” Seokmin says casually. 

Jihooon’s eyebrows pinch as he looks at him, confused by what he means. “Why?”

“‘Cuz, it might be kinda hot if I cleaned out your ass with my tongue.” 

Jihoon’s breath hitches as it jams in the back of his throat, his eyes widening. “No,” he mumbles and Seokmin just raises an eyebrow. 

“Because you’re too sensitive? Or because you need a break before I do that?” 

Jihoon throws his head back as he groans. Seokmin will be the death of him. 

“You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it,” Seokmin chirps back, propping his chin up on Jihoon’s thigh and smiling when he finally looks back at him. “So, you want me to eat your ass?” 

Jihoon just groans once more. 

He's said it before and he'll say it again: Lee Seokmin will be the death of him.

He’s not sure he wants to go any other way.