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He was floating in what felt like water, but it was too thick to be. That was the first thing that he noticed in his barely aware state of calmness.
He tried to move in the thick, dark liquid, but his limbs felt heavy and slow. A sliver of panic found it's way into his heart at the thought that he might drown, but he soon realized that he could breathe fine, and so the anxiety dissipated.
The liquid was warm as it caressed him, and there was a lulling current within it that pulled him evermore down from the gleaming white of the surface, into the deep below him.
His heart hurt. Not from a physical pain, he knew, but it was the type of hurt that was of longing. It was a nostalgic pain that he felt as he looked upon the surface that was going further and further from his grasp.
But soon enough, even that too, became lost in the warmth of the dark liquid that surrounded him, and had become a comfort to him now. It was not long before the surface was but a speck of light amidst the dark, and with it's fading, his eyes grew heavy.
And so he gave in.
And so he slept.
When Sangwoo opened his eyes he was met with pitch darkness and the feeling of lying in a feather soft bed. He could smell some type of incense was burning so as to cover the now faint smell of chemicals in the air. It was familiar, a smell that his mother would burn sometimes to get rid of the cigarette smoke in the house. Patchouli, he thought perhaps.
When he tried to move, he found that his wrists had been bound tight by rope to the headboard, and his legs were spread, folded, and tied together as well. His pulse immediately jumped. The only western bed in the house was upstairs and in his parent’s old room.
What was happening?
Why was he suddenly bound?
What had happened?
And where was Bum?
Sangwoo’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth as he tried to work it into words, but all he could manage through it and the fog that was still clouding his mind was a hoarse, “Bum!” As if he hadn’t used his voice in weeks, and for a heart-stopping moment he wondered if he had been.
Sangwoo tried to think back to his last memory, but was drawing a complete blank. He cursed in his head. Sangwoo had always had a pretty good memory, but for once it was failing him, and he wondered if Bum had been the cause.
He snorted. Of course the scrawny, small man had been, and Sangwoo cursed the day that he had ever stopped himself from swinging the bat to bludgeon his head in if this was the thanks he got for it.
Sangwoo tried to call Bum’s name again, but the second time around had been no better than the first, his voice fading into a crackling thing from how dry his throat was. He strained his ears to see if he could hear anything, but he was met with utter silence. It was as if he was in a vacuum — a void devoid of sound — and from him was the only point that produced any. It unnerved him, and he felt the fine hairs on his arms raise as his heartbeat began to thunder on in his ears.
Sangwoo’s mind raced as he tried to piece together his surroundings and how he came to be there, despite his severe lack of any clues to fill him in on the matter. He breathed through his nose for a few moments to try to calm down, and it marginally worked enough for him to try a third time, but before he could utter a word Sangwoo began to hear the faint footfalls from what was the groundfloor of the house — and they were getting closer.
It was only when the person could probably have been down the hallway from the room he was in that he began to hear it. They — no, he — was humming a song, and the sound of it sent chills down his spine. It was old and familiar, but not, and yet haunting all the same. Sangwoo was suddenly acutely aware of just how naked he was on the bed, the cold clinging to his skin and making him shiver.
His legs were bound, but he was clad in nothing, save for the cold metal that he could feel was encircling his dick, and it took him a moment to realize what it was — along with the feeling of his stomach having dropped to his toes — a cock ring. Sangwoo shivered at the feeling of the cold metal on his skin, but it quickly turned into winces as blood began to rush there and he started to feel the strain of his skin grow against the unyielding metal.
Sangwoo began to frantically pull on the ropes that bound him, but it was useless. All it did was chafe against his wrists, and he grunted at the feeling.
Instead of trying to make a futile escape, Sangwoo should’ve been paying attention, because before he knew it he heard the creak of the bedroom door open up, and the faint humming transforming into singing. It was Bum’s voice, but it was the words of the song that drew Sangwoo up short from yelling into the darkness at him. Instead, for one of the rare points in his adult life since the death of his parents, Sangwoo wanted to curl up and hide . From Bum of all people.
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit, where do you hide?
Underneath the house? Or beside?
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit, come play with me!
Deep within the flowers, the glen, and the trees!
Bum’s footsteps were slow in approaching the bed from the doorway. Not unlike the prowling of the clever fox who narrated the nursery rhyme. Sangwoo fought down another shiver of cold that was now dusted by fear, because whoever this was, wasn’t his Bum.
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit, your fur’s so fair!
White as snow, but autumn’s still here!
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit, come play with me!
Before you end up, roped in the trees!
Sangwoo unconsciously tugged at his wrists again, but they only chaffed together with the coarse rope, allowing no room for him to move them, let alone slip them out. His breath was starting to come up short and fast, and Sangwoo was nigh positive that Bum could hear his heartbeat continue to pound away in his ribcage.
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit, you were a delight!
As your eyes shined ever so bright!
Rabbit, oh, Rabbit our play was fun!
But, now it seems, that I have won!
There was a pregnant pause before Bum’s voice broke through the silence, “Oh? Awake are you?”
Sangwoo grit his teeth, “Bum, I swear to God if you don’t untie me right now, I might let you keep your legs. And that might is quickly turning into a might not .”
Sangwoo heard nothing, except the sound of Bum’s shoes clacking against the wooden floor.
The sudden force of the of the open palmed slap against his face hit him so hard that when he turned back to where Bum must’ve stood to do it, he could taste blood in his mouth, and his right cheek stung fiercely. Sangwoo felt the sting of his hair being pulled as his head was jerked forward with a gasp.
Bum hissed in his ear, “I don’t know where this sudden misbehavior has come from, but talk to me like that again, and you’ll wish that I had only stopped with your legs.”
Sangwoo felt his head sag back as Bum let go of his hair, but his scalp still stung hard enough that his eyes had started to water. He wanted to tell Bum off, but the older man’s words had thrown him off.
I don’t know where this sudden misbehavior has come from
Sudden
What the hell?
Okay, now either Bum had officially lost his mind, or he was telling the truth, both of which didn’t inspire any good feelings in Sangwoo.
Sangwoo heard Bum sigh before he spoke again, “But since this is your first offense in quite a while, I suppose I can overlook it.”
He could almost hear the cheshire grin that must’ve painted Bum’s face at his next words, “And besides, tonight’s supposed to be a good night.”
“What do you mean?” Sangwoo was hesitant that anything that Bum would do at this point, he was most likely not something he wanted anything with.
“Now if I told you anything that would ruin the surprise now wouldn’t it?”
Sangwoo jolted when he felt Bum’s warm hand on his right leg and begin to stroke, “You’re cold. Maybe we should warm you up, hmm?”
Sangwoo said nothing, and Bum didn’t prompt him to answer as he pulled his hand away. A second later he heard the soft pattering of Bum walking to somewhere in the room and then come back. He only spoke again when he had placed something on what sounded like the bedside table to the right of him.
“You know Sangwoo, I’m actually quite excited you know? It’s been quite a while since we’ve had fun like this, no?” Sangwoo heard the ever familiar click of a lighter spewing flame and dread started to make home in his heart.
Sangwoo had no idea what Bum was talking about, and he vaguely wondered if this was all one really big, realistic nightmare. The dull throb in his cheek however said otherwise, so he only grunted in response.
The sharp sting that hit his exposed stomach after took him by such surprise that he cursed from the pain, which in turn afforded him another two licks of what Sangwoo could only guess was a riding crop of all things.
“You’re just determined to ruin the mood aren’t you?”
“Fuck! What was that for?” Sangwoo snapped.
Bum whipped a nipple next, and Sangwoo felt tears spring from his eyes.
“From,” thwack , “all of the,” thwack , “disrespect”, thwack , “that you suddenly feel so inclined to indulge in.”
Sangwoo gasped for a breath, “Disrespect?” That earned him another whipping on an arm.
“ You , answer me when I talk to you. You , don’t talk back. You , sit pretty until I decide you don’t. You breathe by my will. You bleed by my will. Fucking hell, you piss by my will if I want you to.”
A moment passed in silence, with the only sound being Sangwoo’s harsh breathing through his nose, before Bum spoke again, “You know...maybe you should be punished?” Sangwoo heard Bum pause, “Yes, I think we will do that.”
“Alright. Count every lick you get, and we may stop at sixteen. However, if you mess up you get eight more, understand?”
“Sixteen?”Sangwoo yelled. “What the fuck do you mean sixt-,” Bum interrupted him by whipping him a hairsbreadth away from the head of his dick, and for a moment Sangwoo’s mind went blank with pain as he screamed.
Bum continued talking, his voice not sounding fazed in the slightest, “Now we may stop at twenty-four. Talk back to me again before we’re done, and it’ll be thirty-four, understand?”
“Y-yes,” Sangwoo gasped out, tied legs flailing from the pain.
“Good. Now count.”
Sangwoo felt the bed dip as Bum settled into it before feeling the sting of the riding crop land across his left thigh. He grunted as it made contact, “One.”
It landed again like a lick of fire across his stomach, “Two.”
Over the underside of an arm, “Three.”
Over his chest, the leather dragging hard over a nipple, and almost making Sangwoo bite his tongue for it, “Fu-four!”
And then again at the delicate swath of skin where his thigh met his groin, “Five!”
Sangwoo breathed hard through his nose as he waited for the next blow to land on his skin, but all he received was Bum’s pleased purr, “Good. Now, try to keep up.”
That was all the warning the blond got before a torrent of stings descended upon his skin like a rain of pain, and Sangwoo’s mind slowed and sped up all at the same time to keep up with it all.
Sangwoo could remember when he had reached fifteen strikes from the riding crop, and then even twenty. It had been when he was squirming from pain, his whole body pulsing with heat, that Sangwoo miscounted twenty-one for twenty-four, and heard Bum's sharp voice call out, “Twenty-one! And that's another eight Sangwoo. Try to make it to thirty-four without fucking up again, hmm?”
It was hard. It was hard to keep up with the lashes as they came, since not only was Bum giving them at a speed that seemed to Sangwoo to be faster than lightning, but his brain had also seemed to have been filled with one part fog and one part white noise as his body burned all over.
It was his greatest relief when he finally counted the last of them, his voice sore from screaming, and barely even able to catch his breath.
A part of him wanted to curl up into a ball so that he could hide away from Bum’s gaze that he could still feel was on him, but with every twitch of his muscles he felt a new wave of burning pain shoot back into his system. So he lay there as still as he could manage with his body twitching all the while.
Sangwoo could hear the pleased smile that Bum must’ve wore from his words as he praised him, “Good, Sangwoo! Now...”
Sangwoo felt the bed dip for a moment as Bum moved to pick up whatever he had put on the bedside table. He froze, his breath stopping in his throat as he was reminded of what it was by the click of a lighter — fire .
“Ya know,” Sangwoo heard the clank of the lighter hitting the table as Bum put it back down again, and the smell of something burning filled his nose. He couldn’t put a finger on just what it was, since there was barely any scent to it.
Bum continued to speak, “Now that I’ve finished punishing you we can finally get started on the fun part of the night!”
Sangwoo stayed silent, not knowing if responding would anger Bum again or not.
“Hmm? Don’t you want to know what I have planned for you Sangwoo? It shouldn’t be the biggest surprise to you, we have done this a few times after all.”
Sangwoo felt a chill go down his back, and he almost didn’t recognize his hoarse voice when he managed to ask, “D-done what?”
Bum chuckled, “Oh, just, this .”
Sangwoo screamed when he felt a hot liquid spill over the welts on his lower stomach, and with tears now flowing from his eyes, he realized with horror what it was as it quickly dried in the cooler air.
Bum cackled with glee, but Sangwoo hardly paid attention, because the only thing he could think of was the fact that Bum was spilling fucking wax all over his welts, and his screams were morphing into sobs as he writhed in pain below him.
“You should see yourself! Writhing around like a snake with it’s head cut off or something. Ah, God, this is the funniest thing that I’ve seen in awhile.”
Sangwoo choked on a sob as Bum poured another spray of wax over his nipples and his legs shook from pain, “B-Bum, please .”
“Please what?”
“Please, stop ,” Sangwoo whined.
He only heard Bum chuckle low in his throat, “But Sangwoo...this isn’t even the fun part yet.”
Sangwoo felt some wax spill onto his inner thigh, and his heart lurched from pain and fear, because that had been too close , and all he could see was white behind his eyes.
“It, it hurts , Bum,” Sangwoo whined, his hoarse voice hitching from pain.
He could almost feel Bum pause his movements, “Well of course it’s supposed to hurt you idiot. Would I be doing this if it didn’t? No.”
“And besides,” Sangwoo jolted as he felt Bum’s warm finger slowly trace a line from the base of his dick where the cock ring lay all the way up to his slit, “You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit, no?”
It was a lie, it was a lie, it was a lie, it was a lie. He couldn’t be hard after all this.
Sangwoo must have voiced his own thoughts without realizing it, because Bum immediately said, “That doesn’t seem to be the story that your dick is telling me you liar .”
Bum grasped Sangwoo's dick and squeezed it hard, right above where the cock ring held him like a vice. Sangwoo gasped at the contact, and felt himself pulse in Bum’s hand. Sangwoo felt his face redden in shame as he realized that Bum was right — he really was enjoying this.
Sangwoo grit his teeth, angry and ashamed at himself, but the next spray of wax that spilled along his tired and beaten arms elicited a startled gasp from him, and he whimpered .
“Oh, that must hurt doesn't it?”
Sangwoo nodded.
“Then...does it hurt as much as this ?” For a moment Sangwoo was confused. Even through the haze of pain and darkness he felt nothing more having been added to his agony.
That was until Bum started pouring the burning liquid all over his dick, like one would pour maple syrup over pancakes, the entire thing becoming drenched in it.
Sangwoo saw white, and his back arched sharply, and he felt like his soul was slipping out of himself. Sangwoo felt his body flail and writhe like a thing undone, and he kept hearing this unholy screaming , — like the sound of a damned soul in the distance — before he realized that it was coming from him , and a part of him broke for it.
Sangwoo didn't know what he was saying anymore, his mouth having taken on a mind of its own, but he couldn't stop sobbing, and he was going to fucking die oh my god, “Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it! It hurts, oh my god , oh my god, oh my god, it hurts Bum!”
Sangwoo could hear nothing beyond his own screams, his heart beating like a jackrabbit in his ears, and him sobbing for mercy, because dear God , Bum was going to kill him.
“Hmm, I think that's enough of the wax. You're looking like you finally got warmed up, no?”
Sangwoo could only sob in one part from the crushing relief that overtook him, and in one part from the neverending pain that wracked through his body incessantly.
“Alright, now let's get you cooled off,” Bum sang. Sangwoo felt the bed dip as he moved off of it and padded to a corner of the room, before returning a moment later.
“We don't want you to burn now do we?”
That was all the warning that Sangwoo got before he nearly choked from the tide of ice water that Bum had chucked at his writhing form, and he screamed as much as his hoarse throat would allow from the extreme temperature change. On one hand, he was grateful for the cold relief from the burning heat that his body had been subject to, but on the other hand he was now freezing down to his bones, and he couldn't stop his teeth from chattering if he tried.
Sangwoo heard the clank of what sounded like a bucket hit and roll along the floor as he felt the bed dip again from Bum’s weight.
“Poor thing look at you. You’re shivering like a leaf.” Sangwoo felt Bum gently move his warm hand over the icy skin of his inner thigh to the base of his dick, and the sensation ripped a gasp from him that turned into a moan that rode the fine line between the sweetest pleasure, and the sharpest pain. Bum knew this too, of course, because he began to hum an odd tune again as he dragged a finger through the ice that laid on Sangwoo’s stomach — swirling lines around and between the valleys of his muscles, that sent continuous shivers down the blond’s spine. Bum was either going to kill him or make Sangwoo go insane, and he honestly didn’t know which was worse in that moment.
Bum’s hand flattened over the hollow of Sangwoo’s throat, pressing into his Adam’s apple, and Sangwoo audibly gulped as his pulse jumped in response. Bum’s other hand wrapped around the base of Sangwoo’s length, the cold metal of the cock ring choking off more of his blood flow as Bum squeezed, and Sangwoo moaned so hard he lost his breath.
“Wow. A part of me is amazed that you’re still even hard after all that.” Sangwoo would have agreed if he had had the capability to speak, but at that moment, all he could do was focus on steadying his breathing through the shivers that wracked through him every other second.
Bum began to slowly stroke Sangwoo’s dick as his other hand wrapped around as much of Sangwoo’s thick neck as his hand would allow. Bum’s grip was strong as he squeezed the younger’s trachea, the tips of his fingers pressing into Sangwoo’s jugular veins, and with it, the roaring sound of his heartbeat in his ears. It sounded like a tempest in his head.
Sangwoo’s head was falling further and further into a haze of confusion. One part of him wanted to get away from the pain that his body still felt — the sting of the wax drying on his welts, the throb of his dick from the hardening wax as it constricted his blood flow, the gradual loss of air and the sting of Bum’s nails leaving crescents in their wake. However, another part of Sangwoo sighed with relief with every whisper of Bum’s warm fingers over his cold skin, the ghost of his breath upon the curve of his ear, and the warmth of his hand around him stroking him just a moment out of time with his own racing heart. Sangwoo felt like he was being pulled apart into two different directions by Bum’s hands, and he was just so tired of trying to fight to stay whole.
Bum let up from the vice-like grip that he had been holding half of Sangwoo’s throat in, and when he let go, Sangwoo gasped like a fish out of water, but the sweet freedom only lasted for a moment before Bum had his hand back on Sangwoo’s neck. He paused his ministrations on the younger’s cock.
“Oh, look at this,” Sangwoo felt Bum’s thumb spread a pearling bead of precum all over his head and he gasped from pleasure, the very act making his legs go weak even though they were already bound.
“You’re already this hard.” Bum squeezed Sangwoo’s throat harder for a second and he felt his cock twitch in response, a whine coming from deep in his throat as he bit his lip.
Sangwoo could hear Bum’s breathing quicken from above him, and he heard the older man sigh as he moved his hands from Sangwoo’s neck and length to travel across the ice-covered skin of his torso. His fingers carefully brushed away the melting ice off of his skin — finally — and he sighed at the warmth that Bum’s hands brought, his back arching into them more.
Sangwoo could’ve cried at the feel of them disappear from his body, but not even a moment later he heard the faint rustle of clothes move against skin and each other, and the thumps as they hit the floor. A gasp that turned into a moan ripped itself from his lungs when he next felt Bum’s warm body cover his own cold one, and the sensation of Bum’s dick rutting against his own. Bum moaned above him as he put his hands around Sangwoo’s throat and squeezed , and the sound of his moan sent a shiver down Sangwoo’s spine straight to his toes.
Bum thrusted his hips in time with his words, “Ah, Sangwoo, do you feel that? Do you feel how much I want you right now, as you are like this? Bound, and open, and mine? ” Bum squeezed his hands tighter around Sangwoo’s throat for a moment before letting up, and Sangwoo whimpered from the shocks of pleasure he was receiving from Bum, and from how light headed he was becoming.
“Yes,” he panted, slightly frantic for his lungs to take in more air before Bum’s hands blocked it again.
Bum thrusted slowly against Sangwoo’s now raging erection, his dick dragging along Sangwoo’s head, while his hands were like a slowly closing vice upon his neck, and Sangwoo’s eyes rolled back in his head, mouth open in a silent moan as his heart beated in his throat and he gave in, and his nerve endings came alive .
Sangwoo’s arms jerked against his restraints, his own hips finally rutting back against Bum, his mind now a complete haze except for his need to cum, and oh God he was going to go insane if Bum kept this up. Sangwoo’s voice came out in a hoarse whine when Bum finally let go of his throat enough to try to talk again, “ Bum .”
Sangwoo felt the older lean forward, his chest pressing into Sangwoo’s own, his warm breath hitting the skin right behind his ear, and the blond almost forgot his words before he managed a desperate, “ Please .”
“Please what?” He purred. Bum wasn’t even choking him in that moment, but Sangwoo could barely breathe.
“I need to-, I need to cum ,” Sangwoo gasped when Bum rutted against him again.
“Oh? You do?” He said it as if it wasn’t already obvious. Sangwoo knew that if he wasn’t blinded from the blindfold he would probably look and find that his dick was now cherry red.
“ Yes .”
“Hmm. Well,” another breath stealing thrust, “if you say so. How about this? If you follow what I say, I’ll let you cum, how about that?”
Sangwoo didn’t care, he just needed release before he lost his mind anymore than it had already left him, and so he nodded frantically.
Bum kissed his neck, and Sangwoo gasped from how unexpected the action was, and he felt the other’s lips break into a small smile upon his skin. Bum raked his hand through Sangwoo’s hair, “Good boy.”
Sangwoo felt Bum lean off of him, and cold air rushed to fill the empty space between them as Bum moved around his body, the bed dipping here and there as he maneuvered himself above him.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Sangwoo obeyed and the first thing that he tasted was flesh and he realized what Bum intended him to do once he heard a harsh gasp from above him turn into a purr, “Good. Hah, eat me out good enough, and I’ll reward you, hmm? How does that sound?”
Sangwoo licked the warm skin that hovered above his mouth and tasted apples and cinnamon on his tongue. His head felt full of fog as he tried to reply, but his voice sounded faint and as wispy as smoke even to his own ears, “It— It sounds good, Bum.”
Bum hummed from above him, and as Sangwoo lavished him more with his tongue, and his scent overwhelmed him like a tide, Bum’s faint moans sent shocks of pleasure straight to his aching cock, and he purred with want.
Sangwoo’s tongue licked a long strip over Bum’s puckering hole and the smaller man let out the most wanton moan that Sangwoo had ever heard pass his lips, while Bum twisted his nipples in time, and if he hadn’t been wearing a cock ring he would’ve cum right there and then. As it stood, Sangwoo only continued to feel the ever flowing leak of his precum pool on his stomach.
“Ah, Sangwoo, hah, that’s it, just like that ,” Bum whined as he grinded back onto Sangwoo’s warm mouth, hands clamoring for purchase on Sangwoo’s chest, nails digging into the skin as he chased his own thread of pleasure that would lead him off of the edge. Sangwoo’s back arched again and a moan from deep within him ripped from his throat as he felt Bum knead at his chest and tug at his nipples again.
“Ah, Bum ,” Sangwoo whined.
When Bum spoke, his voice was a tad breathless, but smug all the same, “Do you like that?”
Sangwoo lapped at him, the scent of apples and cinnamon filling his head as he purred his reply, “Of course.”
Bum rocked back onto his tongue, and Sangwoo could feel himself strain against the cock ring, because even if he couldn't see it, he could feel it, and the act was definitely one of the most erotic things he’d ever had happen to him in his life.
“ God you're so good at this Sangwoo,” Bum whined. He was panting hard now, as if had just ran a mile, and every lick from Sangwoo's tongue seemed to make his legs shake.
Suddenly, Sangwoo felt Bum fall forward, his hips lowering more to make it easier for Sangwoo to reach, and for a moment, he was confused at what Bum was doing. It left his mind as fast as it came though, when he felt Bum's warm wet mouth surround him, and his soft tongue lick at his head. Sangwoo could barely breathe, and the only thing he could register was the soft heat of Bum, and the guttural groan that left his mouth from it.
Bum raised his head off of Sangwoo's dick with a wet pop , and Sangwoo shuddered from want at the sound.
Bum stroked Sangwoo's sensitive cock as he spoke, paying no heed that every pass of his fingers by Sangwoo's head was sending shivers all throughout his body, “I hope you haven't decided to stop just because I decided to be nice earlier than I had initially planned. I'm almost inclined to not even reward you after all this now.”
Sangwoo didn’t move to reply, he simply went back to work at blindly pleasuring Bum, and a part of him even preened inside from the breathless moan that came from Bum afterwards. Bum, in turn, went back to giving Sangwoo’s hardon the attention that he had long been waiting for, and he couldn’t stop the small thrusts from his hips into Bum’s mouth even if he wanted to.
Sangwoo had been getting so into it, his mind only focused on giving pleasure so that his own didn’t end, that he hadn’t even realized that it didn't take long for Bum to choke out a desperate, “ Stop ,” as he tried to crawl away from Sangwoo's mouth with shaking limbs.
“Hah, fuck . I was going to cum if you kept doing that.” Bum said nothing more as he tried to catch his breath, and when he was able, Sangwoo felt him maneuver himself until he was once again — what felt like to Sangwoo — straddling his waist. Sangwoo's breath caught in his throat as Bum grabbed his dick and slowly stroked it, his hand warm and wet from how much attention he had given Sangwoo.
“Sangwoo,” Bum sang in that breathless voice of his, “ God I want you so bad. Laid out like this, you’re a vision, you know that?”
Sangwoo simply shook his head, his brain barely registering Bum’s words through the pleasure.
“Well you should,” Sangwoo felt Bum place a splayed out hand on his chest as he positioned himself over him, and sunk down slow; Sangwoo’s mind going utterly blank from the warm vice that surrounded him every inch by terribly sweet inch. Sangwoo’s eyes had shut against the darkness of the blindfold and he felt them roll back again as his back arched in breathless wonder.
“ Bum .” he whined, hips rolling upward, desperate for the older to move. It seemed as if he wasn’t alone with that sentiment, because not a moment later after Bum had bottomed out — and his other hand joined its partner on Sangwoo’s chest for purchase — he began to grind his hips and a long groan left his lips with it.
“God, you’re so big .” Bum swore as he lifted himself and slammed back down in one swift motion, eliciting sharp gasps from the both of them. He clawed at Sangwoo’s abused chest as he began to ride Sangwoo’s cock at a fierce pace, chanting breathless ‘yeses’ as Sangwoo floated within a sea of pleasure like a lost thing, mindlessly thrusting to meet Bum’s descents even though his own release was being barred from him.
“ Fuck ,” Bum groaned. Sangwoo could imagine it: Bum riding him like some wild thing, hands digging into his chest, while his hips grinded back down on him in time with Sangwoo’s racing heart; and Bum’s head would be tilted back, eyes shut, mouth hung open as his moans slipped through his throat and he chased his own release. Sangwoo whined low in his throat, but Bum only seemed to move faster, his pace erratic now, his grip into Sangwoo’s chest punishing as crescents dug into the welts there, and his breath coming out in harsh pants above him. When Sangwoo twisted his hips so that he could reach deeper, Bum let out a harsh sob of a moan, and a stream of unintelligible babble tumbled from his lips like a dam had broke, and he was drowning in it.
“Fuck I’m gonna— Oh God, I’m gonna— Hah ,” but Bum couldn’t finish what he was going to say, because another fierce moan ripped through him as his hips stuttered to a stop, and hot liquid sprayed itself all over Sangwoo’s chest.
Sangwoo’s hips still thrusted into Bum of their own volition, and Bum’s limbs shook as he tried to crawl up Sangwoo’s chest, panting all the while.
“ Sangwoo ,” he called to him, in that breathless, lust-blown voice of his. Bum sagged against him, their chests now flush against each other, paying no heed to their combined mess that was getting onto him, while Bum’s hair tickled Sangwoo’s nose as he licked and sucked at Sangwoo’s neck like a contented cat at a bowl of milk. Sangwoo squirmed. He was still harder than anything right now, and Bum’s mouth on his throat was only a constant reminder of that at this point. He was positive Bum could feel his racing pulse underneath his lips and the renewed flush to his skin despite the bucket of ice water from earlier.
After his breath had leveled out, Bum leaned up a bit off of him — just enough that their noses would touch — and spoke in a voice full of contentment, as if he was a cat that had just ate the canary, “Guess what?”
“What?” Sangwoo whispered. He didn’t know why he did it, except for the fact that his heart was beating too hard, and Sangwoo was almost positive that Bum would hear it if he tried hard enough to.
Bum brushed away some of Sangwoo’s hair that had fallen in front of the dark blindfold as he spoke, “It’s finally time for your reward, since you’ve been so good.” Sangwoo’s cock twitched at his words, eager for release.
“Can you guess what it is?” Bum asked, voice teasing, but calm.
For a second Sangwoo was only going to shake his head, but then he stopped himself and said, “No,” instead.
Bum chuckled before he suddenly pressed his soft lips to Sangwoo’s own as he rolled his hips against the top of Sangwoo’s groin, eliciting a ragged gasp from him, allowing him to lick at his tongue, and sending a violent shiver down his spine. Bum pulled away before Sangwoo could even move to kiss him back, and when he spoke his voice was smug, “Good, because it’s a surprise.”
Sangwoo breathed hard in between his words, “A...surprise?”
“Of course,” Sangwoo felt Bum move down his chest kissing and nibbling at the flesh there even though so much of it was covered in hardened wax. He only paused long enough to pay attention to each of his hardened nipples, and when Bum’s wet mouth encased him, and his wanting tongue lavished him, Sangwoo’s back arched so hard he felt it crack, and his mouth opened in a silent moan that left him in shivers. Sangwoo barely registered Bum’s smile against his skin from his fierce response.
When Bum had nearly almost slid down completely off of his body, Sangwoo felt him grab his thighs in an iron grip and knead the skin, and every press of his fingers on his sensitive skin sent sparks all over Sangwoo’s skin, and he felt like a live wire that only Bum knew how to manipulate. Bum spread his bound legs wider, his hands only touching the backs of his thighs right before the swell of his ass, and he paused his ministrations. Sangwoo squirmed, feeling more exposed than ever under Bum’s roaming gaze, wanting him to just get on with whatever he had been planning to do.
“Don’t move.” Bum commanded, and Sangwoo rolled his eyes underneath the blindfold. Where was he supposed to go? He was already bound. Nevertheless, he stayed as still as a statue as he felt the bed dip as Bum moved on it to grab something from the bedside table. When the sound of a cap opening reached Sangwoo’s ears, he felt his entirety come to attention from it.
Sangwoo debated within himself whether or not to confirm with Bum if what he heard was indeed what he was thinking of, but Bum beat him to it, “This lube is probably gonna feel like ice to you after all you’ve gone through tonight, but it’ll warm up soon enough.”
Bum had been right — of course — because as soon as the gel touched him Sangwoo hissed, and his hips jerked away from Bum’s hands even though the action would prove to be useless. Bum’s grip on his hips was stronger than that of someone who was as underweight as Bum should be, and was as strong as steel, rendering him almost completely immobile.
“Stay still. It’s not going to get better if you keep moving.” Sangwoo said nothing, but he willed himself not to jerk away from Bum’s cold touch when he tried to touch him next.
One cold gelled finger massaged his entrance a bit before it pressed inside with a slight resistance, and he hissed again, because damn was it cold. Bum’s hand that was on his hip moved down to knead his ass as he spoke in a low, focused voice, and Sangwoo felt himself go red at hearing it, “You need to relax. You’re nowhere near where I want you yet.”
Sangwoo bit his lip as he breathed in deep and slowly let it out through his nose, willing himself to relax further, and as soon as he did, Bum’s finger slid in deeper, and he could hear him mumble low to himself, “He’s tight….” Without warning Bum crooked his finger and stroked, and Sangwoo gasped from the jolt of pleasure that went straight to his groin from it.
“You’re tighter than I remember, but it’s no matter — you’ll loosen up soon enough.”
Sangwoo’s breath became faster again as Bum fucked him at a steady pace, and before he knew it he could feel a second finger sliding in with the first, stretching him with only the slightest pain that, soon enough, ebbed away from the pleasure of it all. Except, all the while, Bum kept mumbling about how it was wrong, and that he wasn’t reacting like usual, and something was off. That was until after he had added a third finger, effectively stretching Sangwoo to the brim of what he thought he was able, turning him into a moaning mess, and had crooked his fingers and pressed .
Sangwoo’s back arched again and legs shook from the force of his moan. Bum laughed, “There we go! That’s the reaction I was looking for!” He hadn’t stopped pressing and stroking Sangwoo’s prostate the whole while, and Sangwoo could feel tears well up inside his eyes again, because he needed to cum so bad that he thought he was going to go mad, and a part of him even thought that he must have already. How else could he explain why he was as pliant underneath Bum’s hands like a violin with a master violinist, and Bum was making him sing ?
Sangwoo barely even realized that he was chanting Bum’s name now like a prayer to a god that he didn’t even know whether or not they could actually hear him or not; and after what felt like forever of Bum continuously stroking that spot deep inside him, that made Sangwoo feel like his skin had lightning running all over it, Bum finally said to Sangwoo’s sweet relief, “Alright, you can cum. Just let me take this off you first.”
Bum’s free hand that had up until this point had only been lightly holding Sangwoo’s thigh as Sangwoo fucked himself back onto Bum’s hand, had now moved off to the side for a moment before returning to the base of his shaft with lube covering his fingers. Sangwoo flinched at the feel of the cock ring turn near freezing from the lube, but as soon as Bum tugged at it, it slid right off, and the sudden rush of blood flow, combined with Bum’s fingers still pressing onto his prostate, made Sangwoo cum so hard that he choked on his moan and saw stars.
And fuck he couldn’t stop . Bum kept stroking his prostate at that fierce pace that rocked his hips and had him crying out from how good it felt, and all Sangwoo could feel was rolling tides of pleasure take over him, his cock still leaking cum like some sort of broken faucet.
“Bum, Bum, Bum , fuck , it feels so good. Yes, yes, yes, right there. Oh God, yes, don’t stop ,” he whined. Sangwoo could care less if he looked like he was writhing like a bitch in heat — he had long abandoned his pride at this point. He just didn’t want the energetic heaven that he was in to end.
Bum pressed harder as he jerked him off, and even though Sangwoo could feel when the last of his cum had finally stopped spilling, he was still feeling the aftereffects rock through him, and it sent him into a babbling, shivering mess.
“Damn . You came so much I didn’t think you’d even have anything left in you to cum again, and then you cum dry on top of it. Amazing .” Bum sounded one part baffled, and smug all at once, but Sangwoo could do nothing but lay there as his whole body twitched and shivered through the aftershocks from cumming so much.
Sangwoo barely even felt the bed dip when Bum climbed back up his languid body, but he did feel when Bum pressed his soft lips against his own. And when he opened his mouth to allow the older to slip his tongue in and lazily stroke the roof of his mouth, sending a new bout of shivers down his spine as he tried to kiss back. He felt their lips slide against each other in a slow dance that he was too sated to even attempt to fight the dominance for.
Sangwoo felt Bum pull back just enough to smile against his lips as one of his arms rose up and pulled the blindfold loose, rendering Sangwoo blind for a moment before Bum’s soft face and piercing eyes filled his vision. The brunet chuckled.
Sangwoo’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, “W-what?”
Bum’s voice was teasing as he whispered his next words in the same rhyming rhythm as before, his smile having turned into a cheshire grin, and his eyes a tad too manic to be normal, “Rabbit, oh, Rabbit our play was fun. But, now it seems, that I have won.”