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“Nakyum, are the ropes really necessary?”
“Yes. Yes, they are – I don’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself.” Nakyum gives the rope around Seungho’s wrists a final tug, pinning his boyfriend’s arms behind him in the chair he’s seated in. “You lost the bet, fair and square. We do this my way.”
Seungho tests his restraints, feeling the threads bite into his wrists, and he mentally commends his boyfriend for his surprisingly skillful knotwork.
Once Nakyum is certain that Seungho can’t break free from his bonds, he rises to his feet with a huff.
“Alright, I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Try not to go anywhere,” Nakyum lets out a whisper of a giggle into Seungho ear from behind him before he disappears into the bathroom, leaving Seungho alone to stare at his bound figure.
Directly across from him stands their large full-length mirror, reflecting back to him his compromising state. There he sits facing himself, stripped down to only his boxers, with his hands tied behind him in the chair. Nakyum had taken the liberty to render him powerless, ensuring that Seungho couldn’t disobey the rules of their bet.
“If I win, I get to do whatever I want in bed. If you win, you get to do whatever you want. Deal?”
Seungho had no idea that what his boyfriend would want is complete control in the bedroom.
Nakyum has always been rather submissive in bed, allowing Seungho to essentially do whatever he pleased, so long as it was within reason. He had never expressed a desire to take the reins, or to do things at his pace, so Seungho was a bit dumbfounded when his boyfriend had stated his request after winning their bet.
Not one to back out of a promise, he complied with Nakyum’s request, allowing himself to be at the whims of his boyfriend for a change.
Nakyum re-enters the bedroom wearing a black satin robe, the edges falling just below the titillating curves of his ass. Despite the pink flush in his cheeks and his inability to meet Seungho’s eyes, he doesn’t falter in his movements as he saunters towards his boyfriend seated in the center of the room.
He spreads his exposed legs to straddle Seungho’s lap, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. It only takes Seungho a short moment to notice that his boyfriend is wearing nothing underneath his robe, enjoying the feeling of soft plump curves resting on his thighs.
“Now, the first rule,” Nakyum begins before placing a slow, lingering kiss on Seungho’s lips, “is that you’re not allowed to touch me with your hands.”
“Mmm, I see why the ropes are necessary now,” Seungho smirks against Nakyum’s soft mouth.
Nakyum’s tongue darts out to lick a wet line across Seungho’s bottom lip. “The second rule is that we do everything at my pace.”
Seungho arches his back in the chair to gain better access to Nakyum’s mouth, only for the latter to pull away just far enough to prevent him from capturing it.
“The third rule is, if you break rules one and two, you won’t get laid for a week.”
The third rule prompts Seungho to scoff, leaning back to meet Nakyum’s stern gaze with a raised brow.
“I mean it.”
“Whatever you say, rules are rules,” Seungho murmurs against Nakyum’s throat before then bending lower to graze his teeth across his boyfriend’s collarbone.
Limited to only his mouth, he trails his lips upward, tongue swirling along the expanse of Nakyum’s neck. His lips leave red blooms in his path as he gently sucks at the sensitive flesh. Nakyum tastes sweet, his skin supple and freshly cleaned. He cranes his neck upwards to capture Nakyum’s earlobe with his teeth and he lightly nibbles on the soft bud, satisfied with the long sigh that he receives. Months of dating have taught Seungho all his boyfriend’s erogenous zones, having grown intimately familiar with every spot that makes him squirm.
Nakyum guides Seungho’s lips upward to meet his, placing his palms on either side of his boyfriend’s cheeks. Before Nakyum has a chance to plant a kiss, Seungho secures Nakyum’s bottom lip between his front teeth, sucking tenderly. Suddenly he bites, releasing a moan from deep within Nakyum’s throat. The sweet sound goes straight to Seungho’s groin.
Feeling his arousal heighten as his blood flows south, he licks his way into Nakyum’s mouth, desire building in the pit of his stomach. Their tongues dance and Seungho sighs, hips grinding upwards to create friction against Nakyum’s plump ass. He swallows his boyfriend’s gasps, continuing to rub his hardening length against Nakyum’s exposed entrance.
Nakyum pulls back from him with a soft gasp, clutching at his shoulders, hands slightly trembling. “S-Seungho. Rule number two.”
Unsatisfied, Seungho growls, burying his face into the crook of Nakyum’s neck to sink his teeth. He ignores his boyfriend’s warning and continues to rock his hips, his clothed bulge craving more contact against Nakyum’s soft curves.
“Seungho!” Nakyum reluctantly peels himself away from Seungho’s hungry mouth, panting and cheeks flushed pink as his eyes meet a half-lidded gaze.
“T-this isn’t going to work.”
Nakyum climbs off from Seungho’s lap and the latter misses the warmth on his upper thighs and the weight on his erection. He bites on his thumb nail for a moment, flush steadily creeping further down his neck as he avoids Seungho’s eyes.
Seungho’s mouth instantly waters when Nakyum shyly gets down on all fours between his legs, the mirror across from them providing a spectacular view. The ends of Nakyum’s black robe now fall on his lower back, revealing a sight that Seungho filthily wishes to devour. Nakyum always finds a way to drive him wild, with the extraordinary ability to rouse Seungho into a hungry beast with even the slightest provocation.
He licks his lips.
Nudging his head forward, Nakyum rubs his flushed cheek along the bulge in Seungho’s boxers, lips grazing the darkened spot dampened by pre-cum. He glances up innocently through long lashes to meet Seungho’s gaze as he leaves languid kisses, the subtle heat of his mouth through the cotton driving Seungho insane.
Tucking each index finger into the waistband of Seungho’s underwear, he slowly tugs them lower, springing his cock free from the restraining confines of the fabric. Ignoring the throbbing length before him, Nakyum continues his kisses along the insides of Seungho’s thighs, tongue swiping with each press of his lips as he continues his leisurely ascent.
Seungho feels his pulse quicken with anticipation as he gazes down at the head between his thighs.
Once he reaches the junction in Seungho’s thighs, he stops.
Placing a hand on Seungho’s knee, he raises himself slightly to skim the pads of two fingers against Seungho’s plump lips.
Eagerly accepting the invitation, Seungho flicks his tongue and coaxes the digits into the heat of his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the fingers, sucking gently, eyes refusing to break from Nakyum’s heated gaze as he takes them deeper into his mouth.
After several heartbeats, Nakyum finally breaks free from the trance of being within Seungho’s warm mouth. He pulls his fingers away from Seungho’s lips, a line of spit trailing along with it. Returning to his lowered position between Seungho’s thighs, he shyly brings his hand backwards to circle his puckered rim.
He sighs.
Seungho stares.
Nakyum bites his lip as he gently pushes his middle finger in, sinking it slowly until it’s fully inside. Sliding the digit in and out at a lazy pace, he hums as he teases himself.
Seungho’s jaw goes slack, heart pounding as his eyes captivatedly watch Nakyum’s finger disappear inside him with a quiet squelch. Warmth spreads across Seungho’s cheeks. His cock twitches at the lewd sight, lust clouding his vision.
Once Nakyum has adjusted to the stretched sensation, he adds his index finger and gasps at the additional presence crowding his walls. His hot breath ghosts across Seungho’s aching erection, his mouth mere centimeters away yet refusing to contact the hard flesh.
Seungho clamps his teeth down on his lower lip, a copper taste spilling over his tongue.
The temptation to buck his hips upward into Nakyum’s gaping mouth grows with each breath against his cock, but he resists, instead averting his attention on the provocative sight in the mirror before him.
He watches helplessly as Nakyum continues to pleasure himself, the room filling with squelches and gasps and sighs each time his fingers sink deeper. He wants to be the one pressing against that sweet spot within. He feels jealous of the fingers touching along Nakyum’s soft inner walls, jealous of the mewling sounds they achieve as they dive deeper. Seungho feels a thunderous pounding in his chest, heart racing with desire, unable to tear his eyes away from the view before him.
Nakyum releases a high-pitched moan as he scissors his fingers apart, the arm supporting his weight buckling.
Seungho’s vision goes hazy, breaths turning ragged.
Without removing his busy hand, Nakyum finally leans forward towards Seungho’s leaking cock. He presses his lips gently against the shaft and places a soft kiss, tongue barely jutting out to give the slightest lick. Seungho peels his eyes away from the view in the mirror to return his attention to his groin, his breath leaving him in one big gust. Nakyum continues teasing him with feather-light touches, still refusing to give him the pressure and friction he is beginning to desperately crave.
Nakyum finally licks a hot line from base to tip and Seungho throws his head back at the sensation.
Fuck.
He carefully takes the swollen head into his mouth and teases the tip with his tongue, sucking delicately on the engorged flesh.
Nakyum’s fingers brush against his prostate, forcing him to let out a throaty moan around the tip of Seungho’s cock. The vibration sends an electric current through his body, his senses feeling heightened from neglect. He hisses through his teeth.
Tongue lapping at the underside, Nakyum continues to sink Seungho further into his mouth, keeping his movements tantalizingly slow. His fingers never stop pleasuring himself as he sucks, forcing Seungho to flit his eyes back and forth between the two erotic scenes.
Nakyum’s moans around Seungho’s cock have increased in frequency, his fingers picking up speed as he chases his own climax, and Seungho’s toes curl at the sensation.
Through half-hooded eyes, he stares as Nakyum’s fingers rapidly disappear into his pink, soft hole, cheeks hallowing out as he sucks deeply through his pleasure.
He desperately wants to slam his cock into the back of Nakyum’s throat, to hear him gag on his length as he senselessly fucks into his wet mouth.
So he does.
He drives his hips upward, his shaft filling Nakyum’s throat as he rams inside. Nakyum’s eyes spread wide, choking on the girth crowding the passage of his throat, his free hand moving to claw into Seungho’s knee. Seungho doesn’t stop his rough movements, continuing to thrust into his boyfriend’s hot mouth with desperate need.
Nakyum removes his mouth from Seungho with a sputtering gasp for air, coughing several times before shooting a glare up at his boyfriend.
“Y-you’re not allowed to do that,” Nakyum reprimands him, wiping his swollen mouth with the back of his hand. “I-I said we’re doing things at my pace.”
“Come on, you can’t blame me when you keep teasing me like that. Besides, you look so pretty when you choke on my cock, baby,” Seungho purrs, his lust-filled gaze and lewd words deepening the flush on Nakyum’s face.
Rather than floundering through a rebuttal, Nakyum decides he must change his tactics if his boyfriend is to behave by the rules. He gets up from his seated position to rummage through their bedside drawer, before returning to his same spot between Seungho’s legs once he has found what he was looking for.
Brows scrunching together, Seungho watches as Nakyum squeeze a generous amount of lube into his palm. Before he has a chance to express his curiosity, his cock is seized in Nakyum’s hand.
Seungho groans at the sudden sensation, eyes nearly rolling back as his boyfriend pumps him fluidly. Unlike his previous torturous pace, Nakyum is quick with his movements, slick hands sliding along Seungho’s length with intention. His lower hand firmly grabs at the base while the other continues to twist and rub, his thumb coming up to encircle the engorged head to collect the leaking pre-cum.
Seungho can hardly catch his breath, his sensitive cock throbbing underneath Nakyum’s slippery touch. He pants, eyes clasped tight as he thrusts up into Nakyum’s hands, his stomach knotting with his approaching climax.
He is just on the brink of cumming when Nakyum stops all movements and removes his hands.
Seungho hisses at the loss of friction, eyes flying open to see Nakyum innocently looking up at him.
“Nakyum.”
“You didn’t obey the second rule.”
Seungho gawks down at his boyfriend and then at his aching red cock, standing attentive and begging for attention.
Ignoring Seungho’s throbbing erection, Nakyum begins to lick along his lower abs, feeling them tense underneath his mouth. He leaves wet kisses any and everywhere, intentionally excluding his boyfriend’s needy cock. His black robe has since fallen from his shoulders, exposing his pert nipples which teasingly brush against Seungho’s inner thighs.
Seungho is mortified at himself when he whimpers.
He aches for release, feeling utterly and completely desperate for Nakyum’s touch.
He glances up at his reflection in the mirror and is appalled by his helpless state. He is flushed nearly down to his chest, pupils blown wide, sweat trickling down from his neck. His chest is heaving with each ragged breath as he pants.
“N-Nakyum. Please.”
“Hmm? What was that?”
Nakyum nuzzles his face into the crook of Seungho’s thighs, licking at the junction just to the right of his boyfriend’s raging erection.
“Please,” Seungho begs, squirming in the chair, ropes biting into his wrists as he unsuccessfully attempts to free himself. “Please let me come, baby.”
Nakyum returns one hand to trail a finger delicately along a protruding vein and Seungho shivers.
“I’ll think about it.”
He encases Seungho’s cock with one hand before slowly sliding it down to the hilt, eyes fixed on Seungho as he throws his head back with a throaty groan. He slowly increases his speed, sliding up and down the length, focusing majority of his attention on the crimson tip.
The sensation is torturous.
Seungho can’t stop squirming in his chair, hips moving wildly, begging for more friction. He is entirely at the mercy of Nakyum’s whims, coming undone with each pump, each grasp, each delicious stroke of his slick hands.
He continuously strains against the rope, fighting for freedom, and feels it give just slightly, granting him just enough room to fiddle with the knot behind him.
Seungho’s climax builds again, the heightened intensity turning maddening as he feels all his muscles begin to contract. He is so close to that sweet release he has been so desperately craving, so close to spilling out and—
Nakyum stops, removing his hands yet again.
Seungho growls, teeth gnashed together as he seethes, panting.
“Y-you are too cruel.”
Seungho’s can feel his pulse in every inch of his body, the deafening sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He can hardly see straight, his vision clouding around the edges.
Out of sheer desperation, he tugs against the rope on his wrists again and feels the binds loosen, providing him room to wiggle a hand free.
He swiftly wraps his hand around Nakyum’s throat, fingers digging in to apply pressure on either side. Just as his boyfriend registers Seungho’s newfound freedom, he hungrily devours his gaping mouth, tongue pressing inside with need, swallowing the sounds of Nakyum’s protest.
He frees his other hand from its confines and uses it to press Nakyum’s back to the floor, climbing on top of him like a beast ravaging its prey. Removing his hand from around Nakyum’s throat, he pins his boyfriend’s hands on either side of his head before sinking his teeth into the side of his neck, leaving deep red teeth marks in his wake. He licks and sucks and bites, his abused cock rutting against Nakyum’s hard arousal as he grinds into him from above.
With a huff, he flips Nakyum onto all fours so that he’s facing the mirror, his fingers leaving indentations in Nakyum’s plump ass as he spreads his cheeks apart. After giving Nakyum a rough love-bite on his cheek, he dips his head to fervently lick against Nakyum’s softened rim, tongue lapping at his entrance eagerly, ears filling with the beautiful sound of Nakyum’s wanton moans. He continues to stroke Nakyum with his tongue, hands roughly massaging the backs his thighs, before bringing an arm around to pinch at his pert nipples. He smirks against Nakyum’s ass as he hears him yelp and doesn’t stop abusing the hard round bud as he rolls them between his fingertips.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulls away to ready himself behind Nakyum, his lubed cock weighing heavily in his hands as he presses against his boyfriend’s prepped entrance. Without warning, he sinks himself fully inside, letting out a guttural moan once their hips are firmly pressed together.
Before Nakyum has a chance to adjust to Seungho’s overwhelming size, his boyfriend is already rapidly fucking into him, hands gripping onto his waist like a vice. Seungho’s pace is brutal. He pounds into him furiously, allowing no moments of reprieve.
All Seungho’s pent-up frustration releases itself on the floor of their bedroom as he wildly and desperately seeks gratification.
Seungho removes one hand from around Nakyum’s waist to press his face against the floor, while raising his hips with the other. Nakyum cries out as Seungho drives into his prostate with reckless abandon. Seungho buries a hand in Nakyum’s hair, tightening the strands in his fist. He relishes the throaty sounds that release from Nakyum’s chest each time he fucks in deeper.
Draped over Nakyum’s writhing form, he never slows his movements, maintaining the same savage pace as he chases the climax he had earlier been deprived of. His skin feels feverish, mind entirely clouded by lust, unable to think of anything but his boyfriend’s precious screams, his luscious heat, his tight walls contracting around his cock.
Nakyum’s legs quake beneath him, trembling from Seungho relentlessly pounding into his prostate, and he nearly cries from overstimulation when Seungho brings an arm around to begin pumping on his leaking prick in time with his thrusts.
After Nakyum’s incessant teasing, it does not take long for Seungho to reach his climax.
His quick movements turn erratic, fucking into Nakyum both shallow and deep, mind hazy as he bites down on Nakyum’s shoulder. Despite his approaching orgasm, he never stops pleasuring Nakyum, his hand still working along his length.
“Nakyum, look at me.”
Nakyum raises his head up from the floor to meet Seungho’s piercing gaze in the mirror, his sweat covered brows furrowed on his forehead. His eyes reflect his hunger, his desperation, his yearning, as he drinks in Nakyum’s erotic expression, cheeks flushed pink and swollen mouth slack.
Seungho nearly blacks out at the intensity of his orgasm.
Having been edged twice to near breaking point earlier, he lets out a breathy, raspy groan as pleasure washes over him from his head to his toes. Nakyum soon follows as he spills out into Seungho’s hand, letting out a cry of his own. Seungho slows his pace before languidly pulling out, watching dazed as his seed trickles out of Nakyum’s stretched ass.
The two of them struggle to catch their breath, chests rapidly rising and falling in the blurry aftermath. Seungho leans forward to trail kisses along Nakyum’s spine, tongue lapping at the salty taste, the latter too weak to raise his upper body from the floor.
Once Nakyum’s panting slows, he turns his head to murmur over his shoulder.
“You broke the first two rules.”
Seungho has not gotten laid in a week.