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The dim lights in Joss’s apartment cast a warm glow, reflecting off the crystal glasses lined up on the table. The low, repetitive rhythm of the music pulsing from the speakers in the corner of the room should have created a relaxing atmosphere, but for Gawin, every low-frequency vibration felt like a physical blow shaking the pit of his stomach. Only a handful of close friends were there—the inner circle that usually made Gawin feel safe—but tonight, their presence felt like an encroaching threat.
Gawin sat in one of the dining chairs, his body hunched slightly forward. He intentionally slumped his shoulders, trying to create space between the skin of his chest and the fabric of his shirt, which felt as coarse as sandpaper tonight. That posture was the only way to prevent the two sensitive points on his chest from constantly chafing against the fabric every time he moved or took a breath. His fingers curled around his wine glass with a grip so tight his knuckles turned white, as if the glass were the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
From the shadows of the apartment's living area, Joss appeared dominant. He stood surrounded by two of his old best friends, laughing heartily with his shoulders moving freely. However, Joss’s heavy-lidded eyes never truly released their surveillance of his partner, who was behaving oddly; instead of mingling, Gawin kept his head down, nearly curling into a ball in his chair.
One of Joss’s friends stepped closer, about to crack a joke while impulsively reaching out to throw an arm around Gawin’s shoulder. Before the arm could land and pull him in, Gawin jerked his shoulder away.
"D–Don't touch me," Gawin said, his tone sharper and colder than intended. His voice was hoarse, his eyes remaining fixed downward, avoiding contact.
The figure in front of Gawin froze, pulling back his hand with a look of visible offense. Across the room, Joss’s laughter ceased instantly. Joss set his glass down with a clink that resonated with authority, then approached with long, intimidating strides.
Without a word, Joss stood behind Gawin and immediately gripped both of his partner's shoulders. With a strength that was far from gentle, Joss jerked Gawin’s shoulders back, forcing the man to sit perfectly upright. The sudden shift in position caused the skin on Gawin’s chest to tighten instantly, pressing the raw, inflamed wounds directly against the fabric of his shirt. The friction was so intense that Gawin’s vision momentarily blurred from the searing pain. He bit his lower lip hard until the metallic taste of blood began to seep through, stifling the scream that nearly escaped his throat.
"Is there a problem here?" Joss asked in a low voice, but his eyes were fixed sharply on the familiar figure.
His friend could feel the dark aura beginning to radiate from Joss. Trying to diffuse the situation before a scene broke out, he quickly patted Joss’s shoulder, attempting to draw the birthday man's attention away from Gawin. "No, man. No problem. I think Gawin just.. needs some space. Come on, let's get you another drink—it's your birthday!"
Joss allowed himself to be pulled away, but his eyes remained locked on Gawin. For the rest of the evening, Joss kept glancing toward the dining table. There, Gawin had returned to his hunched position, looking down in silence. Occasionally, someone would try to engage him in conversation; Gawin would respond with a word or two, but whenever anyone tried to get physically close, he would immediately move away, looking as though he were trapped in the last place on earth he wanted to be.
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The sound of the apartment door closing with a soft thud acted as a signal for Gawin to finally release the breath he had been holding. His ears caught the silence that now enveloped the room, and instantly, life returned to his face. Gawin stood up, ignoring the throbbing sting in his chest, and trotted over to Joss, who was still standing motionless by the entrance.
Gawin approached with a wide, genuine smile—a smile he had been saving all night just for this moment. He wrapped his hands around Joss’s muscular arm, clutching it with overflowing enthusiasm. He couldn't wait to pull Joss into the bedroom to show him the surprise he had prepared at such a physical cost.
"Joss, finally! Happy birth—"
But the sentence was cut short. Joss didn't respond immediately. He turned around very slowly, a mechanical movement that felt heavy and ominous. When he finally faced him, he looked at Gawin with heavy-lidded eyes that now flickered with a sharp, cold disappointment that was beginning to boil. The smile on Gawin’s face faded in seconds, replaced by a creeping doubt that soon turned into visceral fear.
"What was that, Gawin?" Joss’s voice was incredibly low and deep, cutting through the air like a knife. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Gawin was stunned, his fingers loosening their grip on Joss’s arm as a tremor began to ripple through his body. "Joss, I—"
"You were acting like a complete jerk. In front of my friends? On my birthday?" Joss wrenched his arm away violently. "If you didn't want to be here, then you should've just stayed home. Don't come and ruin my mood like this."
Gawin’s lips began to tremble. He tried to find the words, but his throat felt choked by the beat of his own heart. "I–I'm sorry, Joss. Please, I can explain.. I was just—"
"I don't wanna hear it," Joss hissed, his jaw tightening from the suppressed rage that had reached its peak. "You ruined everything. Tonight was supposed to be special, but you made me feel like an idiot for even wanting you here."
Joss made a move to walk away, leaving his partner behind. But a panicked Gawin immediately grabbed Joss’s arm again, stronger this time. He couldn't let Joss leave while filled with such hatred.
"No, wait! Joss, please.. listen to me. I—"
Joss, already consumed by anger and exhaustion, lost his patience. In a reflexive motion to break free from Gawin’s grip, he used his free hand to shove Gawin away. His palm struck broad across Gawin’s chest—a pressure that accidentally swept directly over the place where the wounds were still inflamed.
"Aakh—!"
Gawin gasped, his body jolting backward. A sharp cry escaped his lips as an excruciating pain brutally hit his nervous system. He immediately hunched over deeply, one hand clutching his own chest while his entire body began to shake violently. His face turned deathly pale, enduring a sting that felt as if it were tearing his skin from the inside.
Joss’s anger evaporated instantly, replaced by a gripping confusion at seeing Gawin’s extreme reaction. He froze in place, his hand still hanging in the air, feeling the echo of the impact.
"What the hell was that?" Joss’s voice had now turned into a sudden, worried whisper. He stepped closer, his hand hesitating to touch Gawin again. "Gawin.. what’s wrong? Why are you—"
Joss couldn't take his eyes off Gawin’s chest. The cold, hard sensation that had momentarily brushed against his palm seemed to burn his nerves with an urgent curiosity. The anger that had been exploding just moments ago was now frozen, replaced by a thirst for a much darker answer.
He didn't wait for a response. Without warning, Joss’s hand moved forward, gripping the thin fabric of the shirt right in the center. He wasn't looking for buttons; he didn't have the patience for that. With one powerful yank fueled by possessive instinct, Joss ripped Gawin’s shirt open.
The sound of buttons being forced off and bouncing on the parquet floor sounded like a volley of small gunfire in the silence of the room. The shirt was torn, hanging messily off Gawin’s shoulders, exposing a sight that instantly caught the breath in Joss’s throat.
Under the dim light, a pair of silver piercings gleamed sharply, piercing through Gawin’s skin, which was now heavily reddened and swollen. The wounds were very fresh, appearing inflamed from hours of friction against the fabric. The sight of the metal contrasting against Gawin’s pale, trembling skin created a visual that was both brutal and captivating.
Gawin flinched, trying to cover his chest with shaking hands, but he was too helpless to resist. The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, flowing down his face, which was now deathly pale and drenched in a cold sweat.
"I–I did it for you.." Gawin whispered, his voice hoarse, breaking with a suffocating sob. "I did it all for you, Joss."
Gawin looked at Joss with a gaze that was both shattered and longing. "I wanted something—something that can't be lost. Something that will make sure you can never ignore me again."
He took a trembling breath, trying to dampen the throbbing sting in his chest. "I know this is your favorite part.. so I wanted to make it more fun for you. I wanted you to feel something different every time you touch me. Something permanent." Gawin swallowed hard before whispering faintly, "I just wanted to be prettier for you.."
The confession slid out smoothly—that he was willing to let needles pierce his flesh and endure agonizing pain throughout the party just so Joss would have an unforgettable surprise on his thirtieth birthday.
The wall of anger in Joss’s chest crumbled, but what emerged next was not genuine pity. As he stared at the silver glinting against the inflamed skin, a dark obsession began to crawl up and seize his sanity.
Joss realized fully that Gawin had allowed himself to be altered for his pleasure. He saw how reactive Gawin’s body was now—how every shallow breath the man took moved the metal, agonizing the traumatized nerve tissues.
Joss loved how raw this sight was. He loved the fact that Gawin was now a masterpiece permanently marked specifically for him. His concern transformed into a possessive pride; he no longer saw a wound that needed healing, but rather a highly sensitive new toy that was now entirely under his control.
Slowly, Joss drew closer, closing the remaining distance between them until his hot breath brushed against Gawin’s damp cheek. His anger had not disappeared, but had condensed into a sharp, dangerous passion—an urge to immediately test the limits of Gawin’s endurance, which now seemed ready to explode with just a single touch.
"You did this so I couldn't ignore you anymore?" Joss whispered, his voice low and raspy right in Gawin’s ear, sending a deathly shiver down the other man's spine. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fading expensive perfume, cold sweat, and the desperation radiating from Gawin’s pores. "You want to be mine permanently, Gawin? You want me to carry this mark in my head every time I look at you?"
Gawin could only give a small nod, a movement so slight it was almost invisible, yet heavy with surrender. A suppressed sob escaped his blue-tinged lips from holding back the pain. "J–Joss.. please.." he whined softly, an ambiguous plea—whether he was asking for mercy or asking to be destroyed.
Joss jerked roughly, wrapping his thick fingers around Gawin’s waist. He gripped him with enough pressure to leave a mark, ensuring the remaining fabric of the shirt bunched and pinched under his palm. Joss’s hand began to climb slowly, crawling inside the thin shirt he had forcibly ripped—the fabric now merely hanging in a mess over Gawin’s shoulders, exposing the brutal, gleaming sight under the dim lights.
Joss’s fingers traced the curve of Gawin’s ribs, following the rhythm of his breaths, which came at a chaotic frequency. He felt the heat of skin rubbing directly against his rough palm. "You're right," Joss murmured, his eyes fixed on the silver piercing the pinkish skin, as his fingers stopped right beneath the piercings. "This has always been my favorite part. And now.. you've given me a reason to never take my hands off you."
Joss began to rub both of Gawin’s nipples simultaneously using his thumbs. He made a very slow circular motion, brushing against the smooth, hard, cold surface of the silver. That touch instantly triggered Gawin’s hyper-sensitive neural circuits—every nerve ending felt reached by sharp static electricity, sending signals of pain mixed with unbearable pleasure to his brain. The skin around the piercings twitched subtly, reacting to even the slightest friction because the nerve tissue was in a phase of acute trauma.
"Ah—Joss! Wait.. i–it's too sensitive," Gawin groaned, his body arching reflexively. He tried to avoid the pressure but at the same time, his hips seemed to seek stability from Joss’s body. Instinctively, Gawin’s trembling hands gripped his lover’s shoulders. His knuckles turned white from the pressure he applied to the fabric of Joss’s clothes. "I–It hurts.. it's still new.. please, be gentle.."
"Don't beg for mercy when you were the one who invited me, Gawin," Joss replied in a cold tone that dominated the entire room. "You chose this path. Now, face the consequences."
Joss leaned in slowly, closing the gap with agonizing precision until his face was directly in front of Gawin’s heaving chest. He let the tip of his nose brush against the inflamed skin, inhaling the fresh scent of metal and antiseptic. Joss’s tongue, damp and searingly hot, swept across the cold silver surface in one long lick.
Gawin flinched, his voice breaking into an incoherent whimper. "Joss.. n–no, wait—"
Joss ignored the interruption completely. He began to lock his lips around the swollen area, seeking the perfect suction. Because the piercings were so new, the surrounding tissue was taut, engorged with blood, and firm, providing a massive volume inside Joss’s mouth. When he finally delivered a powerful, suffocating, and brutal suck, Gawin let out a high-pitched, raspy scream. His head lolled back, the veins in his neck straining stiffly.
"Nghh! J–Joss.. wait—ah!" Gawin struggled weakly, but Joss’s hands, now gripping firmly at the sides of his chest just beneath the piercings, made every movement futile. Joss’s grip seemed to lock Gawin in place, forcing him to remain upright as Joss greedily nursed his nipple. The sound of wet, deep, rhythmic suction filled the room, echoing against the silent walls. Joss’s cheeks appeared hollow as he tried to drain every sensation from the inflamed tissue, as if wanting to suck Gawin’s pain into himself.
Joss broke the suction for a moment, only to let the cold air hit the wound now wet with saliva, before whispering directly against the throbbing skin, "You said you wanted to be prettier for me, hm? Look at you now.. you look so beautiful when you're in pain."
Without giving Gawin a chance to even catch a breath of oxygen, Joss locked his lips back on even more hungrily. This time, he didn't just suck. Occasionally, he used his teeth to catch the silver beads, giving sharp, rhythmic outward tugs.
"J–Joss! I–I can't.. my legs.." Gawin moaned, his vision starting to turn white from absolute sensory blindness. The stimulation was too much for his brain to handle. Without a wall for support, Gawin’s legs slowly turned to jelly; all his motor functions were completely paralyzed. He lost all physical stability, his body tipping and going entirely limp toward Joss.
"Hold on to me, Gawin. Don't fall before I'm done," Joss commanded amidst his activities, his voice trembling with suppressed passion.
Gawin could only obey, clutching Joss’s neck with all his might, as if Joss were the only lifebuoy in the middle of a raging ocean. His fingers turned white, gripping Joss’s hair and the back of his neck in desperation. He depended entirely on Joss’s physical strength to keep from collapsing onto the cold floor.
Joss didn't allow Gawin to take a long breath or gather the scattered pieces of his consciousness. As soon as he released his lips from one side, which now appeared swollen, crimson, and throbbing violently, Joss immediately shifted his focus like a predator. He didn't want to let the other side feel neglected; to him, Gawin’s balanced suffering was a work of art he had to perfect.
With a hungry motion, Joss moved his face, letting his nose and wet lips sweep across the surface of Gawin’s violently trembling chest, leaving a trail of hot saliva that contrasted with the cooling room air.
"Your other side is waiting, Gawin. Don't think I'll let it be any less sensitive than this one," Joss murmured low. His raspy voice echoed right over Gawin’s inflamed skin, creating a sensory vibration that made Gawin whimper even before the touch began again.
Without warning, Joss took Gawin’s nipple into his mouth once more, applying a far more massive pressure than before. It was as if he wanted to devour Gawin’s entire existence through that silver metal. While his mouth performed deep and greedy suctions, his hands did not stay idle. Joss’s rough fingers went back to work on the lonely piercing. He pinched the silver bead firmly between his index finger and thumb, then delivered sharp little tugs and constant twists.
"Anhhh! J–Joss.. slow—wait, please!" Gawin whined, his voice breaking into a series of short sobs and moans that sliced through the air. His body jolted violently; he was trapped in a storm of dual stimulation that paralyzed all his motor functions. On one side, he felt the crushing heat and pressure from Joss’s mouth, while on the other, the pull of Joss’s fingers sent a stabbing sting—a cruel form of validation that, surprisingly, felt far more comforting than any words of love.
The pain no longer felt like a threat. For Gawin, every throb of sting caused by the forcibly pulled silver metal became tangible proof that he belonged to Joss. The pain was good. The pain was the most brutal language of love he could understand, a seal of Joss’s authority that was now not only damaging his skin but colonizing every inch of his consciousness.
Joss intentionally slowed his movements, letting Gawin hover on the brink between consciousness and sensory darkness. He took a deep breath, letting his hot steam envelop Gawin’s wet wound, before delivering small, synchronized jolts between his mouth and fingers. Every time Joss sucked deeper, the fingers on the other side would twist the silver metal with the same rhythm, creating a harmony of overflowing sting that made Gawin’s vision blur.
Gawin whined louder, his body undergoing violent tremors that rippled from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He truly couldn't take it anymore; all his energy was drained by the intoxicating sting.
Gawin’s trembling legs finally gave out completely. His knees went weak, unable to support his weight any longer. As he began to tip and slide toward the floor, Joss swiftly wrapped his sturdy arm around Gawin’s waist. Joss ignored Gawin’s weak resistance; with a very gentle yet controlled movement, he lowered Gawin’s body slowly until the man ended up sitting limply on the cold floor of Joss’s apartment, shaking violently.
As soon as Joss broke the contact of his mouth and hands for a moment to hold Gawin’s body, his partner did not immediately calm down. On the contrary, the muscles in his chest continued to twitch—a spontaneous, uncontrollable reaction due to the hyper-sensitive state of his nerves. Every breath of cold air that touched his wet, swollen piercings felt like a new sting that made Gawin’s body jolt softly again, helpless under Joss’s merciless control.
Joss knelt directly in front of Gawin, who now sat resigned on the cold apartment floor. The sight before him was a beautiful ruin; Gawin looked a mess with his shirt torn and hanging chaotically off his shoulders, his face crimson from the surge of emotion and agonizing pain. His eyes were glassy, filled with a clear layer of tears ready to spill at any moment, making him look dazed and empty—trapped in an intoxicating fog.
Gawin’s breath came in gasps. Every intake of air seemed like a burden for his chest, which continued to twitch spontaneously. Joss stared at the masterpiece before him; both of Gawin’s nipples were now a messy battlefield, wet with saliva that gleamed under the dim lights, adorned by silver metal protruding amidst the deep red bruises starting to appear from his greedy suction and bites.
Joss noticed something that made him smirk thinly—a dangerous discovery. He realized that he now held total control over Gawin’s entire nervous system with just a small flick of his thumb against the inflamed silver metal. He could make Gawin’s whole body jolt, arch, and beg with just a single light touch.
Joss then adjusted his position, sitting down on the floor so he was level with Gawin. He found the most comfortable position, letting his knees brush against Gawin’s trembling thighs, ensuring he had plenty of room to move as he prepared to devour what he had marked once again.
Joss brought his face closer. He let his lips nearly touch the heavily irritated skin. Joss whispered low, directly over the throbbing wounds, "Best gift I’ve ever had. I’m going to make sure these never have a chance to heal."
Gawin could only respond with a faint, incoherent moan, his body trembling violently again as he felt Joss’s presence so close to his fresh wounds. Joss glanced at his partner's dazed eyes, searching for any remaining shards of consciousness before continuing in a deeper tone, full of the promise of a very long night.
"You did this so you'd be more fun for me? You wanted me to hear you break?" Joss asked, his voice carrying a sweet yet deadly threat. He leaned in deeper, letting his hot breath hit the cold, sensitive silver metal, creating a temperature contrast that tortured Gawin’s nerves until the man gave a soft jolt.
This time, Joss worked with an even more agonizing rhythm. He didn't suck immediately. Joss began with long, slow licks, circling the base of the piercings. His hot tongue swept across the skin’s surface, tasting the mixture of the salt from Gawin’s cold sweat and the bitter metallic tang of the new silver. It created an intoxicating sensation for Joss.
Instantly, Gawin’s body gave a sharp, jerking response. A shock that made his back arch stiffly. Gawin whimpered, the raspy sound caught in the back of his throat. His fingers slid into Joss’s hair, gripping the black mane with whatever strength he had left. Every time Joss’s tongue pressed against a traumatized nerve point, the muscles in Gawin’s chest would twitch subtly beneath the reddened skin.
Gawin sat limply on the floor with his legs forced wide open. Joss sat cross-legged directly in front of him at an intensely intimate distance, locking the position by pressing his thighs against Gawin’s inner thighs. Their thighs were pressed tightly together, channeling a body heat that contrasted with the cold floor. Gawin’s legs moved restlessly out of instinct; his toes curled stiffly and scraped the floor surface, while his weak knees continued to shake violently. He tried to find an escape from the massive stimulation but was trapped in the absolute lock of Joss’s position.
"J–Joss.. please.."
Joss ignored the plea. He clamped his lips over one side, sucking so deeply that the entire inflamed tissue was drawn into his mouth. A faint clinking sound echoed inside Joss’s mouth as the silver bead collided with his teeth. The sound was small but real, signaling how aggressively Joss was toying with the raw nerve tissue. Every time the metal hit a tooth, Gawin’s body shook violently, the sensation rippling from the base of his neck down to his spine. His weak legs kicked small, unconscious strokes against the floor.
Gawin’s hand pressed Joss’s head deeper into his chest—a wild impulse that unconsciously sought relief behind the agonizing pain. Joss loved that desperation. He broke the suction for a moment, replacing it with a precise tug of his teeth on the silver bar on the other side. He pulled it slowly outward, stretching the fresh piercing hole. Gawin let out a long, broken moan—a sound that was a piteous wail yet filled with longing. He sobbed softly amidst his racing breath, drowning in a sensation that was so painful yet simultaneously provided an intoxicating satisfaction to his shattered nerves.
"You're so responsive, Gawin," Joss whispered between his actions. "Your body acts like you could actually produce something for me here."
Joss applied more pressure. He triggered a sensation as if Gawin could provide something impossible from there. Gawin’s consciousness slowly eroded, leaving a void that could only be filled by the deadly pain and the pleasure that was destroying his sanity. Gawin continued to press Joss’s head. His chest heaved in surrender. His glassy eyes stared at the apartment ceiling with a dazed look. Gawin’s legs moved even more wildly, occasionally rubbing against Joss’s legs in an instinctive effort to dampen the intense desire that tortured him.
Gawin’s abdominal muscles tightened and twitched violently from the overflowing stimulation. His breath seemed to stop in his throat, squeezed between sighs and whimpers he could no longer contain. Gawin had truly become a toy that functioned only based on how Joss played with his nipple piercings.
Gawin’s sanity began to crack under the massive sensory pressure. Beneath his tight denim jeans, he could feel a shameful change; something there tightened until it felt suffocating, throbbing in rhythm with Joss’s suction on his chest. Gawin moaned, his head lolling back with eyes clamped shut. He felt so overstimulated that the pain and pleasure merged into one thick, choking fog.
"J–Joss.. stop.. please.." Gawin whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking in the middle of a sob. He could feel his crotch starting to feel damp and uncomfortable—the most blatant evidence of his own body’s betrayal.
But Joss, acting as though he were being generous since it was his birthday, had a different understanding of what Gawin needed. Joss released one of Gawin’s nipples, leaving the wet, bruised skin throbbing stiffly, and then his large hand slid down. Joss’s thick, strong fingers now gripped the bulge behind Gawin’s denim jeans from the outside.
Gawin jolted violently, his crying breaking out instantly. "Joss, wait! Don't—!"
Joss didn't listen. He began to rub his palm over the rough surface of the denim fabric, pressing and toying with what was underneath in a torturous motion. The stiff texture of the denim rubbed harshly against Gawin’s sensitive nerves, creating a hot, vibrating friction. Instinctively, both of Gawin’s legs tried to snap shut—a reflex effort to protect himself or at least dampen the sharp stimulation—but his legs remained deadlocked by Joss’s sturdy thighs.
Gawin could only beg with a voice that was almost gone as Joss returned to devouring his chest. Joss sucked both of his nipples alternately with a deeper, more rhythmic pace, as if he were truly squeezing something from there—as if he were milking Gawin’s entire consciousness and self-respect until it was dry.
Every time Joss’s hand applied more pressure to Gawin’s damp jeans, his sweet partner’s body underwent violent, paralyzing tremors. Gawin couldn't run, couldn't close his legs, and couldn't stop feeling how Joss treated him like a vessel ready to be emptied. Gawin continued to wail, letting his tears soak his cheeks while his body arched in surrender beneath the synchronization of the greedy suction on his chest and the rough rubbing at his crotch.
The stiff denim fabric became a torturous conductor. Joss rubbed his palm in a steady circular motion, creating a burning friction that penetrated the layers of fabric already wet with Gawin’s pre-ejaculatory fluid. The sweet man in front of Joss sobbed loudly, his voice hoarse from exhaustion, while his legs instinctively kept trying to snap shut—but Joss’s sturdy knees and thighs kept him stabilized wide open, leaving Gawin mercilessly exposed.
"J–Joss.. stop.. please, don't—" Gawin begged between sobs, his voice rising into a piercing whimper as the pressure below grew more intense. "I can't.. it's too much.. don't make me—ah!"
Gawin tried to push Joss’s shoulders, but his strength was spent. He ended up clutching Joss’s arms instead, pleading for the man to stop before he lost total control over his own body. Gawin struggled weakly, trying to shift his hips away from the pressure of Joss’s rough palm, but every movement only made the denim chafe against him more cruelly until he sobbed in desperation. "Joss.. I can't hold it anymore.."
Joss paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to look directly into Gawin’s beautiful eyes, which were now shattered and full of tears. He curled a thin, dark smirk, witnessing how Gawin’s chest heaved in a desperate struggle to catch air. Slowly, Joss brought his face back toward one of the silver piercings, his lips hovering only inches from the inflamed, throbbing skin.
With a playful cruelty, Joss took a breath and blew a sharp stream of cold air directly onto the wet metal, as if Gawin’s reddened nipple were a candle on his birthday cake. The sudden cold hitting the hypersensitive raw nerves made Gawin’s entire body jolt and stiffen violently.
“Well, look at you now, Gawin.. you've definitely become much more fun to play with," Joss whispered, his voice heavy with a dominant pride.
Before Gawin could catch his breath, Joss reached out and gave a sharp, clinking flick to one of the silver bars with his thick fingers. The vibration rippled through Gawin’s nervous system like a bolt of lightning, forcing a shrill, broken wail out of his throat.
"Akhh!" Gawin shrieked, his body shaking violently as the sharp pain traveled through his entire frame. Reflexively, his hands shot out and gripped Joss’s forearms with incredible strength; his nails dug deep into Joss’s skin, leaving reddening crescent marks as he jolted stiffly.
Instead of showing pity, Joss immediately attacked again, locking his lips onto Gawin’s nipple once more. He sucked harder than before. The sound of greedy, wet suction echoed through the silent apartment. While continuing to pump Gawin’s crotch from outside his denim jeans, Joss used his teeth to bite the silver piercing on Gawin’s nipple, pulling it sharply to its limit.
Gawin’s body instantly jerked rigid, his back arching to its highest point, and a long, shattered cry broke from his lips. Without a single direct touch to the skin below, Gawin reached a devastating climax solely through the brutal suction on his chest and the friction outside his pants.
Gawin trembled violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt his denim jeans turn hot and wet. The stain spread rapidly over the fabric. Gawin sobbed weakly, his head falling onto Joss’s shoulder as all his strength dissolved.
Joss slowly lifted his head from Gawin’s chest. He pulled his face away slightly, staring at the widening wet patch on Gawin’s denim jeans with a dark, satisfied gaze. He wiped the remaining saliva from the corner of his lips before his fingers returned to touch the silver metal still throbbing on Gawin’s chest, caressing it as if to assert his ownership.
"Wow.. Happy birthday to me, then," Joss whispered low, his voice vibrating with full satisfaction as he looked down at the two fresh piercings—his new favorite toys that he would torment all night long. "You really gave me the best toy I could ever ask for, Gawin. And I'm going to make sure you don't stop screaming until morning."
Gawin could only sob weakly, letting himself be completely broken as the most precious gift Joss had ever received on his birthday.