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“What?”

His mom sighs on the other line, like this whole this is a massive inconvenience for her. Like she’s not the one whose life is about to be uprooted. 

“Seriously Sieun, you’re 23. You didn’t seriously expect me to pay your rent forever did you? It’s about time you learned about to be independent.”

Independent  Independent.

Sieun knows how to be independent. He’s fended for himself 85% of his life. He kept himself feed more often than not, even when he was living with his parents. He made sure he got to school on time. He kept up on his homework and responsibilities.

And even now, it’s him texting his parents on the last day of every month to remind them rent is due on the 1st. Double checking to make sure utilities are paid. He even has a part time job, setting aside money every paycheck in case something like this happened. 

Sieun knows how to be independent. He just assumed his parents would know how to be parents. 

Silly him. 

“It’s not that,” Sieun immediately argues. “You said you would pay my rent until medical school. And dad would pay my tuition. I’m not in medical school yet. You’re not holding up you’re end of the deal.”

His mom sputters on the other end, making an offended sound. “This is me parenting you. This is not a deal. There was no negotiation.”

“Mom. You can’t just kick me out with no warning! We literally had a conversation last month about renewing the lease on this place! That expires in two weeks! This isn’t fair!”

“Things change Sieun-ah,” his mom bites back. “Life isn’t fair. Get used to it.”

Sieun sniffles, tears welling in his waterline but he refuses to cry. He will not cry on the line with his mom. “Can you at least tell me why?”

“Dad is still paying your tuition. We figured this would be beneficial to you. Teach you how to be a proper adult. Teach you some responsibility and independence. Really, Sieun, this is for your own good.”

His own good, his ass. They probably ran the numbers and realized the amount of money they were saving would be more than worth ruining their agreement they’ve had with Sieun, since high school.

“You’re giving me two weeks to move out of a place I’ve been living in for three years.” Sieun can’t keep the bitter edge out of his voice. 

“You can renew the lease. No one is kicking you out,” his mom counters. 

Sieun barks out a laugh, unable to stop himself. He’s sure they’ve been cooking that excuse up for a while. As a way to keep the guilt off their shoulders via technicality. A way to say ‘Look, you can stay if you want! We’re not the bad guys here!’

Knowing damn well Sieun’s part time job does not pay enough to afford rent on this place. 

Or well, any place. Not on his own at least. 

“When did you decide this?”

“That’s not important. I filled your landlord in on what is happening. He’s expecting you out on the day it says your lease ends.”

Sieun doesn’t give her the satisfaction of hanging up first or saying goodbye. He yanks the phone of his ear and mashes the end call button. His arm drops to his side and his body sinks down into his couch. 

Then the tears start. 

—

“You know, I thought I couldn’t hate your parents anymore than I do right now. And they prove me wrong every time I think that,” Baku announces to the room as he brings Sieun over chicken he stole from his dad’s restaurant. 

Sieun mumbles his thanks betwee sniffles, dragging the plate closer to him. He hasn’t ate since he found out the news. His stomach churning at the thought of consuming anything. 

“If you can find a place to crash for just like, a month I can put you on my lease when we renew and you can move in with me,” Juntae says softly. Sieun resists the urge to frown. 

Juntae has two other roommates. And while yes, they currently have an unoccupied room, Sieun does not really want to live with three other people. “Thanks Juntae,” he says anyways. 

“Fuck, this sucks,” Gotak sighs. “You can crash on mine and Baku’s couch for a few weeks. We just have to keep it a secret from our landlord. She’s strict about letting people live with us who aren’t on the lease.”

“We could do that. You sleep on their couch for the month and move in with me next month when we renew the lease!” Juntae keeps his voice cheerful. The only positive one in the room. 

Sieun bites into his chicken, letting himself frown as he mulls it over. His back already hurts at the prospect of couch surfing for a month straight. But really, what other option does he have? 

“You know.” All their attention suddenly drifts up to Gotak, who is also stuffing his mouth with chicken. “There’s always Suho.”

Sieun chokes on his chicken. 

He coughs and sputters, Juntae administering sharp slaps on the back and Baku sliding a glass of water his way. Sieun swallows, gulping down water and coughing through that as well. 

“No,” he rasps as soon as he’s able. 

“No?” Gotak echoes. 

“No. Not him. I can’t.” Sieun says. 

“Sieun-ah. He wouldn’t even make you pay rent. You know he wouldn’t,” Juntae tries gently 

And that is one of the exact reasons why Sieun absolutely cannot stay with Suho. 

“No. I can’t. Not with him.”

He doesn’t miss the skeptical look his friends all share. But thankfully, none of them push it. Because Sieun wouldn’t know how to put into words his logic anyways. 

How does one explain the constant lingering fear of tainting someone you love? Something that feels sacred. Holy. A bond that’s forged out of blood, pain, and love. 

What they have is special. Suho is special. As special as the gentlest sea. Something to be worshipped and protected. 

Sieun is an oil spill waiting to happen. A ticking time bomb of a ship, steadily chugging along the gentle waves, only to implode at the slightest rough wave and ruin Suho’s waters. Sieun let himself be selfish with Suho one time. Let himself dare to crave more. Take more. 

And Suho was gone for 2 years. Just like that. 

Sieun can never let that happen again. He cannot lower his guard. Cannot allow himself to be selfish with Suho ever again Suho had a future ahead of him, a bright one. 

And Sieun ruined it before he realized what he was doing. 

Suho would let Sieun stay with him, no questions asked. He specially got a two bedroom apartment in case Sieun ever stayed the night. And Sieun also knows that Juntae is right, he probably wouldn’t make Sieun pay rent. 

But Sieun can’t do that. His very essence puts Suho at risk and they’ve worked too hard for these last 5 years to fuck it up. 

“I’ll keep my stuff in my dad’s storage unit for now,” Sieun mumbles out, staring at his barely eaten chicken. “I’ll crash with Baku and Gotak until your lease is renewed. Then I’ll stay with you.”

His friends stare at each other again. Sieun bites into his chicken. 

“Ok.” Juntae’s voice is gentle. “If that’s what you think is best.”

“What’re you going to tell him?” Baku chirps, mouth full of chicken. 

“What?” Sieun’s head raises again as he swallows. “Tell who?”

“Suho. He’s gonna find out you’re moving and he’s gonna ask why. What’re you gonna say?”

Sieun frowns. This is true. And he also knows Suho won’t like the truth. Will probably go on a rampage and try to kill his parents like he’s been wanting to since they were teenagers. 

“I’ll figure it out,” Sieun answers. 

Baku rubs his chin. “For your sake, I hope you do.”

—

Sieun avoids Suho. 

Sieun does not tell Suho. 

Sieun is an idiot. 

Sieun knows he’s an idiot when Suho begins to threaten bodily harm if he doesn’t explain why he’s been avoiding Suho. This just makes Sieun avoid him more. 

He doesn’t know how to explain what’s happened. Why he didn’t tell Suho. Because he knows the second Suho finds out, he will immediately offer his apartment up to Sieun. And Sieun’s been on the losing side of Suho’s iron will too many times to know that he will cave unless he’s already out of the apartment by the time Suho finds out. 

He’ll tell Suho, once he’s fully out.  He just- can’t move in with Suho. For his own mental sanity, he cannot do it. 

Suho finds out 4 days after Sieun starts avoiding him and packing. 

At this point, Sieun’s apartment is mostly empty. His big furniture remains because Baku and Gotak haven’t been able to take a break from classes to help move him. But most of the little things have been packed away and placed into his dad’s storage. 

His kitchen items he takes with him. Because while he doesn’t have a lot, and doesn’t really cook for himself, Baku and Gotak don’t know how to make fried eggs without burning them. 

Sieun is in the middle of pulling down the art he has hanging on the walls, when Suho bursts in. 

“You know, I tried being kind and understanding and giving you space to work through whatever the fuck is bothering you. But 4 days of pure radio silence? I mean really Sieun-ah, not even liking the Tiktok’s I sent you? What is wrong with-“

Sieun is scrambling from the second he hears Suho’s voice. Shoving the art in his hand into a box like that will help his case. Running to the door in hopes of… what? Pushing him out?

“Suho-yah. Don’t-“

“You’re moving?“ Suho screeches. 

Sieun flinches. “No. Yes. Well- no. I don’t know! Why are you here?”

Suho’s eyes are wide as he takes in the half empty apart. All the cute little notes he himself added to make it feel more homey, now gone. Placed into boxes, never to be seen for an unknown amount of time. 

“You’re moving and you didn’t tell me?” Suho sounds hurt. His voice softer than when he first barged in. His eyes drop to Sieun. Wide and glassy. “This is why you’ve been avoiding me?”

And yea, Sieun knows he’s fucked up. Big time. 

“No! No it’s not like that Suho-yah.”

“What’s it like then hm? It seems like to me that my best friend is moving and didn’t bother to tell me.”

Sieun flinches again. “No, I’m not really moving.”

“Then what the hell are you doing? Because it looks an awful lot like you’re moving.”

“My parents stopped paying my rent and let my lease terminate. They kicked me out basically.”

Suho goes still. Very still. His eyes widening at the news. Sieun knows that Suho doesn’t like his parents. Hasn’t liked his parents since they first became friends. He’s positive this is just going to be another notch in his belt against them. Not like he really blames Suho, of course. His parents suck. 

“Do you have a place to go?”

Sieun shrugs. “Well-“

“Move in with me.”

And there it is. Suho, selfless to a fault. Willing to give Sieun the literal shirt on his back if it helped. This is the exact reason why Sieun did not want to tell him until he could tell Suho no. 

“Suho-“

“I have that room for you already.”

“Suho-“

“You’re already over 4 times a week. Not much will change.”

“Suho, I can’t afford rent at your place. Not with the job I currently have.”

Suho blinks. His brows furrow. And then he laughs. 

“I’m not making you pay rent. Are you crazy?”

Really, he’s so predictable. 

“I am not going to leech off of you Suho.”

“You’re not leeching off of me.” Suho smiles softly and reached out to ruffle Sieun’s hair. “You’re gracing me with your presence.”

Sieun merely glares up at him and grabs his wrist. “Suho, I am not moving into your apartment unless I can afford half of your rent. And I cannot. Not right now.”

Suho frowns. “Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to pay rent?”

“Suho! That’s not fair to you! You have two jobs to afford that place! I’m not going to live there for free while you work your ass off for us!”

Suho’s brow quirks up. “What? Don’t believe I can provide for both of us?”

Sieun shoves at his friends chest. “Thats not what I said and you know it!” 

Suho chuckles lightly and rocks back with Sieun’s shove. “You can make it up to me by letting me move in with you in your big fancy house you get when you’re a doctor and rich.”

“Suho, I’m being serious.”

“Sieun-ah.” Suho grabs Sieun’s wrists, holding his hands against his chest. Their eyes meet. “So am I.”

Sieun glowers. Tries to find it deep within himself to say no. To turn down Suho’s insistence  Tries to find the reasons he gave himself. The risks he’s taking. 

“I’d probably be a terrible roommate,” he tries. 

Suho shrugs. “Can’t be much worse than a cat.”

“I can’t cook and I study all the time.”

“I know. I’ve known this for years.”

“Suho-yah.”

“Sieun-ah.”

Sieun swallows. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re my friend.”

“I’ll pay you back. Somehow. One day. I promise.”

Suho smiles softly, his first one of the day. “I know you will.”

Suho starts moving Sieun’s things that day. Sieun tries to help but really he can only move one box at a time when Suho can move three. So really, Sieun falls behind fast and what remained in his apartment is gone by the end of the day, except for his bed and couch. That will still have to wait for Baku and Gotak. 

Most of it goes to storage, with Suho and Sieun making a few runs up to Suho’s apartment to drop off the things Sieun absolutely needs now. Sieun will go through everything else later. 

Sieun buys him dinner. Suho ruffles his hair and calls him sweet. 

Sieun does not blush. 

It’s not unusual to stay the night at Suho’s. Sieun has done it many times. In this very bed. Under these sheets. Suho snoring away in the next room. 

But this time feels unusual. Sieun can feel a weight pressing down on him. Not necessarily smothering him. But similar to the weight of the air before a thunderstorm hits. When your arm hairs raise and you can smell rain coming but it’s not here yet. The air is tight and charged and all you can do is brace for the storm. 

Sieun feels like he’s just waiting for the bolts to strike. 

When Sieun wakes up, Suho is gone. 

Sieun has a late class today and Suho works at a food stall in the mornings. He’ll be back for an hour right after Sieun leaves for class and then he’s off working as a bartender until 11 pm. It’s a grueling schedule he keeps and it makes Sieun feel even more guilty. Like he’s just taking advantage of Suho. 

When Sieun pads into the kitchen, he finds a note. 

gyeran bap in the pan. enjoy your classes. see you tonight ;) 

Sieun feels his heart swell at least 3 sizes as he stares at the note and then back to the pan waiting, covered with a lid on the stove for him. This is dangerous territory for him to pad into. 

The first lightning bolt has struck. 

The second one strikes two days later on Friday night. 

Sieun, Baku, and Gotak moved the last of Sieun’s furniture into his fathers storage unit after their morning classes. With Suho’s permission, Sieun invited his friends over for dinner and drinks at Suho’s place. 

Since it’s Friday, Suho won’t be back until 1 am. 

Sieun gets pleasantly tipsy throughout their Bad and Crazy binge watching. All of them turning it into a drinking game Their takeout splayed out in the kitchen, empty bottles in the kitchen and a few in their hands. 

Baku passes out after episode 3. 

Gotak midway through episode 4. 

Juntae at the start of episode 7. 

Sieun doesn’t remember when he succumbs. 

The next clear thing he remembers is Suho running his fingers through Sieun’s hair with a soft “Cute.”

Sieun is both half asleep and mildly drunk so he doesn’t really budge or say anything. Or even feel the weight of the moment until he feels soft lips pressing against the crown of his head. 

The second lightning strike hits straight through the top of his head where Suho’s lips rest, and tingles all the way down his body. 

When he jerks and opens his eyes, Suho retreats. Crouching down with an easy, but obviously tired smile. He smells like cheap alcohol and the cologne Sieun bought him for his birthday last year. 

“Good morning,” he whispers. 

Sieun blinks a few times, lightning still crackling through his veins. “Sorry,” he whispers back. 

Suho scoffs. “Don’t apologize. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you guys.”

Behind Suho, Wi Hajun’s character screams and both of their attentions whip to the tv. “Oh,” Sieun murmurs. 

Suho grabs the remote and flicks the tv off. “Come to bed Sieun-ah.” His hand stretches out and gingerly, Sieun grabs it. Suho pulls him up with little effort and Sieun is led to bed. 

They fall into an easy rhythm and very fast. 

Monday’s, and Thursday’s, Suho is up first since Sieun doesn’t have class on Monday and Thursday’s are late classes. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday, Sieun is up first. 

When Suho wakes up first, they have a hearty homemade breakfast.

When Sieun wakes up first, he leaves money on the table with Suho’s name scribbled on a sticky note. 

Weekends they’re both off. Sieun wakes up first most of the time but Suho still ends up cooking them brunch. 

The third strike strikes three weeks into this new routine. 

Sieun is studying for midterms, has been all week long. Has barely left his room unless it was for classes. Has barely seen Suho all week. His world narrowed down to this room and the scrappy desk he brought from his old apartment. 

Suho barges into his room unannounced on a Saturday night. 

“Alright, that’s it. I’m imposing a ban.”

Sieun’s head whips over to Suho, eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”

Suho strolls over with all the confidence of a 24 year old man. A lazy smile on his face. One that normally means awful things for Sieun. 

Sieun bristles like a cat. “No, what’re you doing Suho-yah?”

“All you’ve done alllll weeekkkkk is study.” Suho comes up behind Sieun’s chair. Sieun twists his head to glare. “I’ve barely had any quality Sieun time.”

Suho lunges. 

Strong arms wrap under Sieun’s armpits and then he’s being hoisted into the air like a wet cat. 

And much like a wet cat, Sieun thrashes and yowls, while his feet dangle in the air. “Suho-yah! Let me down! Yah! Let me down! Now!”

Suho laughs right next to Sieun’s ear, his warm breath fanning over Sieun’s temple and twists them around. “Nope! You are banned from studying for the rest of the night. Come on. I made budae jjigae for us.”

“Suho! No. I can’t! I have to-“

“Nope!” Suho twists again and Sieun thrashes in his hold. 

“Suho! Let me down!” His feet kick out and he shimmy’s in Suho’s hold

His captor laughs again, even as he stumbles under the weight of Sieun’s non compliance. “No. You’re coming with me Sieun-ah.”

They make it a step and Sieun thrashes harder. Kicking out and actually hissing like a cat. 

Suho makes a strangled noise. “Sieun! Don’t do-“ And down they fall. 

Onto Sieun’s bed. 

Suho’s body lands under Sieun. Half on and half off his bed. Sieun sprawls onto Suho’s torso. His head landing on the mattress but half of his body draped over Suho. 

Sieun squeaks and scrambles up by placing his hands on Suho’s chest and pushing up. 

Under him, Suho grunts at the sudden weight and Sieun propels himself up into a sitting position. He shifts so he can push fully off Suho’s body but in doing so, his legs end up straddling Suho’s lap and they end up in a very compromising position. 

They both realize it at the same time. 

Both of them start to blush furiously. 

But when Sieun goes to lift up and off Suho’s body, Suho’s hand fly forward. Finding Sieun’s waist and holding him there. On top of Suho’s lap. 

Their eyes meet. 

Suho’s pupils are dilated. He’s panting under Sieun slightly. And while Sieun wants to believe it’s from the physical exertion of picking him up, he’s not so sure. 

Sieun’s finger curl into Suho’s shirt. 

Suho’s breath catches, noticeably loud. 

Crack. 

The third bolt strikes through both of their bodies this time. 

Sieun’s stomach growls. 

This seems to be the wake up call both of them need. 

“Uh. Dinner. Yea. Let’s eat,” Sieun stammers before he all but scrambles off Suho’s body. 

Suho moves slower but they both pad into the kitchen. 

The fourth bolt strikes during the first heat wave of spring. 

Sieun knows Suho works out. Knows that he’s athletic. That ever since his coma he’s been working as hard as he can to get back to his former physique. 

But he’s been lucky because winter is cold. And that coldness has spared him from seeing things that makes his blood run hot. So when he wakes up on a Sunday morning and runs smack into a sweaty, panting, shirtless Suho. 

Like actually runs smack into him. 

Their bodies make a soft sound as Sieun’s back collides with Suho’s naked torso. 

Sieun yelps as soon as he realizes what’s happening. 

“Oh shit! Sorry-“

He tries to turn away and make his escape back into his room. Only for Suho to catch him by the belt loop of his jeans and tug him backwards. “Why are you running Sieun-ah?”

Suho keeps his voice light, as if the weight of the room around them doesn’t increase tenfold. That crackling of a storm brewing ignites between them. 

“Put a shirt on,” Sieun tries to sound casual, thankful Suho can’t see how red his face is. 

Suho hums and tugs Sieun’s body back. Sieun’s back hits the sweaty chest of Suho. 

And the second their bodies make contact, that fourth strike slams between them. 

The energy between them charged. Thick. Heavy in ways it hasn’t been before. 

“What’re you doing?” Sieun asks softly, staring down at the ground and wishing it would swallow him whole. Noticeably ignoring the dull throb between his legs. 

“You looked like you saw a ghost,” Suho murmurs. His chin rests gently on Sieun’s shoulder suddenly. “Why? It’s just me Sieun-ah.”

Sieun swallows around the lump in his throat and uses the energy thrumming in his veins to break away from Suho’s grasp. “I’ll make us breakfast.”

The fifth strike cracks the sky open and the torrent pours down after it. 

“Suho-yah, where did you put my box of decorations? I know we brought it in from the storage unit!” Sieun calls from his room on a Saturday afternoon.

“I think they’re in my room. There’s a few boxes of various things in there. Take a peak,” Suho answers from the kitchen. 

Sieun climbs up from his sitting position with a groan. Stretching out his sore muscles from the hours of pouring over boxes in the worlds most uncomfortable positions. He had made the idiotic error of deciding he wanted to clear out the storage unit a bit and decorate his room a bit more. 

With a stretch and another groan, he pads into Suho’s room. 

He’s only been in here once before, to wake Suho up after a particularly long night at the bar. He didn’t linger or allow himself to really inspect Suho’s room. Even before he moved in, he never really stepped foot into here. 

Mostly because he never felt a need to. They did everything in the living room or the kitchen. Suho rarely goes into Sieun’s room too. It just felt like an unspoken boundary. 

So it’s a little odd to be in Suho’s room now. Allowing himself to really take it in and inspect, under the guise of him looking for his things. 

Its warm. Soft reds and browns. Neat but not as clean as Sieun’s. It feels lived in. Dirty clothes are piled up in a corner. His uniform for the bar hanging on the edge of his bed. His desk is messy. Various notes and papers. A line of shoes by his closet. Very Suho. 

And of course, the various boxes of Sieun’s that have taken over his room.  

A few they brought straight over nearly two months ago when Sieun first moved out. And Sieun just hasn’t touched them since. A few are new, brought out of storage because of this recent urge Sieun got.

None of the boxes are labeled. Sieun felt entirely too lazy to do that in the rush of packing. 

In hindsight, he’s kicking himself because it would’ve been a lot easier to spend 2 seconds writing on a box instead of opening each one and looking through. But he didn’t do that, so now he has to suffer. 

With a sigh and utter regret, he begins his search. 

The first box is random winter clothes. 

The second is kitchen stuff he will never use now that he lives with Suho. 

The third one is bedding. That he takes because it’s been a while since he’s changed his sheets. 

Fourth is old school textbooks and notes that he may need. (He will never need them again). 

The fifth is random academic awards his parents made him keep. 

The sixth is more clothes. God, how many does he need?

The seventh is. 

Well. 

He’s not sure. 

Sieun stares with a frown at the box in front of him. Various fabrics and trinkets are in the box but he’s not sure what any of it is. He’s almost certain he’s never see any of this stuff before. So why is it in with his moving things?

Sieun digs into the box and begins to pull things out in order to make sense of them. Hopefully a closer inspection will jog his memory. 

Sieun pulls out the first thing his hands grab. It’s confusing. He can’t make it out by feel alone. He brings it up close  to inspect it. 

His eyes widen. 

In his hands are leather cuffs. Black and pattered. The leather doesn’t feel cheap either. Sieun turns them over, admiring the slim golden chain that connects the two cuffs. They’re lined with fur. Also dark and black, almost blends into the leather. 

Sieun knows the second he lifts them up, that these do not belong to him. He’s never in his life bought handcuffs, let alone ones like these. He’s also not an idiot, he knows what they are and what they’re for. 

And the kinkiest thing he’s ever bought is a strap. If you could even call that kinky. 

Sieun slowly sets the cuffs on the floor. 

He knows these are not his things. 

And yet his hand reaches back in. 

The next thing he pulls out is a blindfold. Not super kinky. Sieun used to have one but then one of his exes ruined it. It’s also black. Soft. Seems to be more expensive than the one Sieun used to own. 

Then comes rope. 

This makes his ears sting. This is kinky. He drags it along his hand. It’s not as harsh as he imagined it would be. Deep red and sturdy. Smells like Suho’s room. 

Sieun doesn’t think much before he wraps it around his wrist and pulls tight. Imagining Suho on the other end. Wrapping this very rope around someone’s body and securing them in place. 

Sieun stares as the flesh around his forearm slightly spills over the rope. His skin already turning slightly red. The rope rubs on his skin but it doesn’t burn. 

How often does Suho use this? Is he tied up with it? Or does he use it on someone else?

The former makes Sieun squirm slightly. His legs pressing together at the thought of himself wrapping Suho’s lanky body in this rope. Watching the way his muscles bulge and flex as he squirms. 

Sieun swallows and quickly tries to imagine Suho tying someone up. 

That makes bile rise up in the back of his throat so he discards the rope entirely. His arm slightly red from where he’d wrapped it around himself.  

And call himself a cat the way he can’t stop his curiosity. He reaches in again, his hand tightening around something else leather and he yanks it up. 

It’s a dog collar. 

Complete with a ring and blank tag. 

“Sieun-ah did you fi- oh!”

Sieun’s head jerks up at the sound of Suho’s voice. His hands flying to shove the collar back into the box. But it’s too late. Suho’s in this doorway. Eyes wide as they observe Sieun and his snooping. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

Sieun hurriedly shoves the other things into the box and stands up. “It’s not- what it looks like Suho I just-“

“You had a collar in your hands,” Suho interrupts. 

Sieun sputters. “I didn’t mean-“

“What all do you see?”

“… What?”

Suho nods towards the evidence. “I saw you shove other things into the box. What did you see?”

“N-nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me Sieun-ah.”

Sieun could cry. He’s never heard Suho take this tone with him before. “Um well. Just- just a few things.”

“Like?”

“I saw a piece of rope. Handcuffs. A blindfold. And… and the collar.”

The room is silent but the air between them crackles with energy. A storm brewing. 

“You know what those are used for right?”

Sieun swallows. Hard. “Yes.”

Suho steps closer. “Sieun-ah. I’m not mad.” A warm finger cups Sieun’s chin and tilts his head up. Forcing their eyes to meet. 

Thunder begins to rumble. 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just- didn’t know how to tell my best friend I was into BDSM. That’s not really something that casually comes up. You know?”

BDSM. 

Suho is into BDSM. 

“Y-you’re into BDSM?” Sieun repeats stupidly. 

Suho nods. 

“H-have you tried it… with other people?”

“A couple. Yes.”

Sieun does not like the way it makes his stomach turn to hear that. “Well, I’m glad you found ways to enjoy yourself Suho-yah.”

His friends eyebrow twitches. “Have you ever tried it Sieun-ah?”

Sieun’s eyes widen. His mind unable to stop itself from flashing back to the rope. The way it felt in his hands. The image of Suho tied up. Or the collar. How it would look wrapped around his-

“No,” Sieun admits. 

“Are you interested in it?”

Is he? Sieun’s never really given anything kinky much thought. He knows he’s always leaned a little vanilla. But he does enjoy some degradation here and there. Maybe some spanking. But again, he can’t stop thinking about the rope. The thoughts he was having. How he felt holding it. 

“I think so,” Sieun answers. 

He watches Suho’s eyes light up. 

“Do you want to try? With me?”

The fifth lightning bolt strikes between their bodies. The ground, and Sieun’s sanity, scorched beneath it. 

“Yes,” Sieun whispers. 

The sky opens and the torrent pours down.

—

Sieun underestimated how much work BDSM is. 

Suho did not immediately tie Sieun up that day and get to work. 

No. 

Instead he brought Sieun a piece of paper the next day. Telling him to read it and think about everything. And if he still wanted to follow through, they’d have a ‘session’ the following Saturday. 

And it’s also a lot. 

It’s basically a contract. A list of Suho’s rules and boundaries. How far he’s willing to go and when he will stop. What he’s into. What he might do. What he absolutely refuses to do. The definition of a safe word. Introductions to the color light system. 

It’s three pages. 

And Sieun studies it like he studies for midterms. 

Suho also instructs Sieun to draft up his rules and boundaries for Suho. And to give him that if he decides to sign the contract and give it back to Suho. 

It takes Sieun three days to decide to sign it. 

One of those days he spends with two fingers buried in his pussy to the thought of Suho wearing the dog collar and moaning Sieun’s name. 

It takes Sieun a day to come up with his own kinks and boundaries. 

His absolute years include: Rope. Impact play. Pet play. Degradation. Praise. Breath play. Dom/Sub. Gagging. Breeding. Sensory deprivation. 

His maybes include: Feet play. Bodily fluids. Cross dressing. Role play.

His no’s are: Age regression and anal on himself. 

And his safe word is soju. 

He leaves the paper on Suho’s bed Thursday night before he comes home from work. The box of items seemingly taunting him from the shadows. 

The storm cloud looms over them the rest of the week. 

Electricity pulsing between them with every look. Every word spoken feels like some underlying current is coursing through them. Lightning never strikes again but the thunder doesn’t stop rumbling. The air constantly charged. 

And when Saturday arrives and Suho leads Sieun into his room with a hand on his back and the door closes behind them, the light show begins. 

Suho wastes no time. 

He spins Sieun around and their mouths are smashing together. 

Sieun makes a small noise in the back of his throat, slightly taken aback by the sudden fierceness but not hating it. 

He kisses back, letting Suho take the lead. He’s more than a little out of his depth here. Sure, he has had plenty of hookups, he knows what he’s doing in that department. But as far as BDSM and everything in this world? He trusts Suho to be his calm in the storm. 

Suho backs them up and up. Tongues dancing around each other and being sucked on. Lips being nibbles gently. Breathy sighs and small noises slipping out of both of them. 

The back of Sieun’s knees hit the edge of the bed and Sieun collapses onto it. Suho following shortly. 

They break the kiss with the movement, Sieun throbbing in his boxers. Knowing they’re already sticking to his cunt and they haven’t even done anything yet. 

Their eyes meet. Suho’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a little wild. “Can I put something on you baby?”

Sieun flushes at the pet name. Knowing it’s all part of the act but unable to deny that bone deep satisfaction spreads through his veins at the words. 

He nods slowly. 

Suho smiles and a knot deep inside Sieun looses a bit. “What’s your safe word Sieun-ah?”

“Soju. What’s yours Suho-yah?”

“Ocean. What’s your color?”

“Green.”

Suho smiles and plants a kiss on Sieun’s nose, another move that makes his body melt. “I’ll be right back.”

Suho slides off the bed end towards the box that started all this. Part of his body is alight with nerves. It’s one thing to be digging through your friends box about BDSM gear and talking about it. 

It’s an entirely different thing to be actually participating in BDSM with your roommate. 

Suho grabs something from the box and drags it closer. As soon as Sieun pushes up to see it, Suho climbs back on the bed and brandishes what he grabbed. 

“Ta da!”

Cat ears. 

Sieun feels his eyes widen. “What’re are those?”

Suho frowns and looks down at them. “Cat ears? If you don’t like them I have dog-“

Sieun snatches them and places them on his head. Suho blinks and his jaw slackens a bit. 

The ears are a little tight on his temples but not that bad. Sieun can’t see himself and a small part of him wants to be embarrassed. He just put cat ears on for his best friend. 

But he can see the tent forming in Suho’s sweats and they’re about to gget even more kinky, so he shoves that thought to the side. Instead, he tilts his head. 

“You like it?”

Suho nods a few times. 

Sieun smiles and grabs his shirt. “Good.” And drags him in for another kiss. Suho comes willingly and Sieun’s not really sure if you should be kissing someone this much for a strictly BDSM relationship… But as Suho licks into his mouth and makes his mind melt, he finds he doesn’t really care. 

Sieun’s back presses into the sheets, warm hands slide under his shirt and across his skin. Kneads at the softness of his belly and squishes the fat along his hips. He arches and whines with every movement. 

And then lips find his neck. Nipping and kissing and licking across any expanse of skin Suho can find. It makes Sieun buck and whimper, his cunt throb over and over. 

Until Suho reaches his tipping point. Within a second, clothes are shed. Sieun’s shirt is tossed aside. His pants and boxers. Suho’s clothes are discarded right after that, Sieun refusing to be the only one naked. 

He latches onto Suho’s skin the second it’s bared to him, unable to help himself. Years of neglected and latent emotions brewing to the surface. He kisses along Suho’s throat. Licks and sucks and nips until Suho is a trembling mess beneath him. 

His cock straining on his stomach. The head angry and red and leaning against his stomach. Sieun can’t repress his giggle as he gets Suho onto his back, flipping their positions. 

Despite them agreeing to Sieun subbing, Suho doesn’t question Sieun’s moves. Or puts him in his place at all. 

Not that Sieun’s minding. He’s enjoying taking control. 

He kisses and licks his way down Suho’s body. Pausing at his chest to tease his nipples. Taking them into his mouth. Flicking over them with his tongue until Suho’s shaking and breathless.   

Sieun’s not really thinking, only following what his body wants. So he moves further down Suho’s body. Only to be stopped by a hand in his hair. 

“W-wait. Rope.”

Sieun frowns and lifts his head up. “What?”

Suho jerks his head towards the box. “The rope. Let me tie you up now.”

Sieun’s knee jerk reaction is to say no. That he’s having fun playing with Suho like this. And that if Suho really wants it, he can make Sieun get off of him. 

But he doesn’t. Deciding to go easy on his friend for now. “Ok, tie me up Suho-yah.”

He climbs off and lets Suho grab the rope. 

“Flip onto your back baby,” Suho says softly as he climbs onto the bed. 

“Yes sir,” Sieun whispers. 

He obeys and feels Suho pressing against him. His cock rubbing along Sieun’s lower back. 

“Hands behind your back baby.”

Sieun obeys. 

He feels Suho grabbing his arms and the roughness of the rope dragging along his skin. It feels fine. Not overly rough or harsh but not quite like he wasn’t expecting. He doesn’t love it. 

And he certainly doesn’t feel that sub space thing the internet was talking about, the way some ‘rope bunnies’ do when they feel rope on their skin. So he just stares blankly ahead, arms behind his back while Suho ties him. 

Except. 

“Suho, what’s taking so long?” Sieun demands. 

He’s not sure how long it should take someone to be tied up. But Suho’s been back there at least 10 minutes and Sieun’s wrists aren’t even restrained. 

“I-  I uh. Just give me a second baby.”

Sieun stares ahead and waits. 

Another three minutes tick by and no progress has been made. 

“Suho.”

“I-I’m trying! It’s not as easy as I remember Sieun-ah.”

Sieun gives him another two minutes and then his patience snaps. Tying a rope cannot be that hard. 

“Alright that’s it.”

He twists and literally bucks Suho off. The other man landing on the mattress with a yelp. Sieun straddles him, snatching the rope out of his hands. 

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” He snaps. He grabs Suho’s wrists and jerks they forward. “Hold your hands out.”

Suho obeys. “It’s been a while since I’ve tied someone up ok? I’m out of practice.”

“Well one of us has to be decent at it right?” Sieun snaps as he loops the rope around Suho’s wrists. He’s been watching knot tying videos. Mostly out of curiosity to know what Suho was planning on doing to him. For the most part, he had no intention of doing it himself. 

But as he loops it around Suho’s wrists and mimics the knots he remembers in the videos, the electricity in the room begins to crackle back to life. Something that’s been missing from the start. 

He finishes the knot quickly. It’s ugly to say the least. Not nearly as pretty as the videos he say. Sieun tugs on it once and looks up at Suho. 

His eyes are dilating. 

“This ok Suho-yah?” He asks softly. 

Suho nods slowly. 

Sieun tugs on the knot and to his relief, it doesn’t unravel instantly. “What’s your color?”

“Green.”

Their eyes meet. Suho’s eyes flared. His breathing is shallow. His fingers are clenching over and over again. The charge in the air grows. 

Sieun grabs another rope, the longest piece, and begins to loop it around Suho’s throat. “Tilt your head back,” Sieun instructs. 

Suho obeys without a word. 

These knots make Sieun more nervous. They’re more intricate and he’s having a hard time recalling it all from memory. He also doesn’t want to make it too tight and choke off Suho’s air. 

But his fingers work quick, supplementing when the exact directions on the knot fail him. He tugs on the rope often, making sure it’s tight on Suho but loose enough he can breathe. 

And he doesn’t miss Suho’s reactions either. He feels Suho’s breathing deepen. Hears the little hitches of his breath every time he pulls and tests the rope. Sees the way his eyes flutter when Sieun gets to his abdomen. 

He runs out of rope, so he merely secures it in place and leans back to admire. 

It’s not nearly as pretty as the videos, but it’s not a bad job. Some of the knots do look pretty. 

Or maybe it’s just because of Suho. Because of the way his skin is flushed and the deep red looks against his tanned skin. The way the loops around his pecs and makes them bulge. The way his chest heaves and he’s squirming. 

His cock so fucking hard. Pre cum beading and dribbling over. Twitching under Sieun’s gaze. His gaze half lidded as his head droops. He looks fucking out of if. 

“Suho-yah.”

“Nmmm.”

“Suho.”

“Mmm.”

Sieun snaps his fingers and yanks on one of the strands. Suho jerks and lifts his head. “Suho-yah. What’s your color?”

Their eyes meet and oh.

One look at Suho’s eyes and he gets it. 

That mentality all those forums were talking about. The distance. The headspace that makes you feel like you’re floating. Makes you agreeable. Soft. Pliant. 

Subspace. 

All this time. Sieun anticipated that he would be the one to enter it. The one to be floaty and out of touch. Pliant and willing to bend to whatever hands Suho wanted to lay on him. It always kind of made him wary. 

He gets it now. 

Not because he’s entered it no. Far from it. 

But because he can see it on Suho. Like a switch flipped the second Sieun started rigging him up. This is not the Suho of earlier. The timid dom who was gently guiding Sieun on what to do. 

This is a sub either in subspace or about to enter it. 

All for Sieun’s to mold. As if he were Thor molding the skies with his storms. 

“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” Sieun breathes. 

He’s not sure how to dom. Or take control in situations like this. He doesn’t have Suho’s experience. Doesn’t know all the rules and do’s and don’t’s. He only studied his roles as a sub. 

Suho’s cock twitches and he ducks his head shyly at the compliment. 

And Sieun knows that he can figure it out. That he will figure it out. 

“Oh you liked that?” He coos as he grabs his final piece of rope. “You like when I compliment you hm?”

Suho whines and something feral unlocks in Sieun’s chest. 

“You can be honest Suho-yah.” Sieun begins his final knot. A loop around Suho’s cock. “Do you like being told how cute you are like this? How wet it makes me seeing you tied up and utterly ruined for me when I haven’t even touched you yet?”

His cock jumps while Sieun runs a string up the shaft. Sieun grins. “I think you do Suho-yah.”

Suho whimpers softly as Sieun secures the knot into place. Again, it’s a little haphazard but it’s loose enough to not do any damage. But tight enough to make the skin budge a bit. 

Sieun swats at Suho’s cock with his hand. 

Suho tosses his head back and moans. Precum leaking out of the slit. 

“Oh Suho,” Sieun breathes. He swats at his cock again and watches the way Suho’s hips twist and he whines. 

A full body flush has spread down Suho’s body. His tan skin tinged pink. Especially his cock. The tip is turning a deep red, the entire skin flushing. Sweat beads at Suho’s temples. His eyes are closed and he’s slumped forward again. 

Sieun grabs a handful of Suho’s hair, reveling in the soft moan he pulls out of his friend and yanks his head up. 

“Look at me Suho.”

Suho’s eyes flicker but he doesn’t immediately obey. 

“Suho. Look at me.”

Suho’s brow furrows but again, his eyes don’t open. 

Sieun slaps Suho’s cock, harder than he had before. 

Suho yelps and his eyes fly open. Even if more precum beads out of his tip. His eyes are completely glazed over, pupils blown. He looks like Sieun already railed him for hours on end, instead of just wrapping him in rope. 

“Color?”

“Green.”

Sieun grins. 

“Good.”

He pushes gently on Suho’s chest, a thrill coursing through his body at the way Suho slips back without a fight. His hands resting on his lower stomach. His cock twitching. His entire body wrapped up in red rope. Like a Christmas present all for Sieun to sink his teeth into. 

“Stay there.” Sieun says softly but not weakly. 

Suho nods. 

“No. Answer me with words.” Sieun doesn’t even know where that comes from. 

“Yes,” Suho croaks. 

“Yes what?”

“… yes sir,” Suho whispers. 

“Good boy,” Sieun croons. 

He climbs off the bed and heads for the box, digging into it and finding what he needs in less than a minute. He grabs the smooth leather and quickly climbs back onto the bed. 

He straddles Suho, careful not to craze his cock with his cunt. Even if Suho bucks and whines at the tease. 

Sieun merely grins and unclasps the dog collar. “Lift your head for me.”

Suho obeys. “Yes sir.”

Sieun ignores the pulse between his thighs and focuses on clamping the collar around Suho’s throat, just above the rope  He also keeps it loose, tugging on the D ring gently. Suho whines, so much like a puppy. 

“Color?” Sieun murmurs. 

“Green.”

Sieun yanks Suho in for a kiss. 

His friend is so so pliant against him. Taking everything Sieun gives. Following Sieun’s lead instead of guiding like he was doing earlier. Moaning when Sieun sucks on his tongue. Trembles when Sieun nibbles his lip. 

And when Sieun breaks the kiss, Suho whines, so much like a puppy. Even tries to chase after him. Already mindless and soft. 

Sieun already knows he wants Suho like this again. And again. 

Sieun instead settles on the foot of the bed, looping a hand in Suho’s chest rope and hauling him up. Suho groans but doesn’t fight it, the collar jingling against his throat. 

“Suho. I’m going to edge you.”

Suho’s eyes flare. 

“You are going to tell me when you’re close. If you cum without permission, I won’t fuck you. Understood?”

Again, Sieun doesn’t know where this is coming from. Or if he’s doing this right. But based on the way Suho’s eyes flare and he nods repeatedly, Sieun figures he can’t be doing too bad. 

“Good puppy.”

Sieun raises his hand to his mouth, spits into his palm and begins. 

It takes three guides for Suho to start to whine and chase after Sieun’s hand. Sieun keeps his strokes relaxed and loose, watching the way Suho’s hips flex as he fucks up into Sieun’s hand with the softest moans Sieun’s ever heard. 

Breathless little noises that Sieun wasn’t sure Suho could make. He chases after Sieun’s warmth. Whines when Sieun pulls a little too far away to chase after. Sieun merely watches. Watches the way his cock kicks and his chest heaves. 

His jaw is slack, unrelenting noises spilling out as his cock head grows more and more red. Sieun’s fingers and the rope growing wetter by the second. 

“Ha. Ha. Ah. Aah fuck.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Haahah that feels so good.”

Broken whimpers. Soft whines and moans. Every noise and reaction sends a pulse to Sieun’s cunt. 

Sieun tightens his hand and jerks it a little faster. Thumbing at the tip. A little mean. A little eager. Eager to drive Suho right to that edge and prevent him from falling over. It’s a little sadistic and Sieun loves the feeling inside him. 

Suho’s moans rise in pitch. His thrusts into Sieun’s hand turning a little more wild. 

“S-sir. Sir. Sir. Fuck.  S-stop!”

Sieun’s hand instantly pulls off. 

Suho slumps back. Both their chests are heaving. Suho’s shaking. His cock kicking over and over. Wet with pre cum but no actual cum. 

“Good boy,” Sieun coos. “That was so good. Do it again for me.”

Suho’s head jerks up, mouth dropping. “W-What?”

“Color?”

“Green.”

Sieun basically sneers. “Good. I’m going to edge you again.”

Suho whines but does nothing to stop him. Allows Sieun to grab his cock and begin stroking slowly and gently. At first. Until his pace steadily increases. Until the wet slap of Sieun’s hand on Suho’s skin echos through the room, followed by Suho’s broken moans. 

Suho moans at him to stop about two minutes earlier. 

Sieun gives him about a minute to recover before he’s jerking him off again. Meaner. Faster. Digging into his slit. Moaning with Suho. Cooing and praising him. 

Suho writhes under him. Hiccuping out moans and begging Sieun not to stop. 

“O-oh. Oh. Fuck. Please.”

“Yes. Yes. Sir. Fucking please.”

“Wan-wanna cum. Please let me cum.”

“F-feels ah so fucking good.”

“S-stop!”

Sieun’s hand jerks back instantly. 

“You can handle it one more time. Can’t you pup?”

Suho’s trembling. His cock a shade of red that almost matches the rope. He’s sweaty and spent and fucking ruined. 

Sieun wants to break him open. 

“Y-yes I can.”

“That’s a good boy.”

Sieun’s hand moves back to Suho’s cock. Suho moans at the slightest contact, his hands trying to grab at Sieun’s. Like he’s trying to stop him. 

Sieun raises an eyebrow. “Suho.”

His hands clench and move away. 

“Good.” 

Sieun jerks him hard and fast. Makes his entire body spasm and the most debauched moans spill out of his mouth. 

Suho lasts only a minute before he’s whimpering out stop. 

Sieun pull his hand away, loving how fucking ruined Suho is beneath him. He leans down for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss that has both of them moaning into each others mouths. It doesn’t last long, just in case Suho gets a little too excited and blows his load before Sieun’s grand finale. 

Sieun breaks away whispering, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Suho lets out a confused noise but nods. And Sieun climbs off the bed and beelines it for his room. 

He may not know a lot about domming but he knows he must not leave Suho for a long time. He does not want to make Suho accidentally fall into sub drop. 

So Sieun rushes to his closet and pulls out his very small box of his own toys. Grabbing the lube he keeps, the harness for a strap on, and his second smallest dildo. He moves faster than he ever has in his life. Pulling and securing the strap on in record time before hurrying back into Suho’s room. 

“I’m back Suho-yah,” he coos as he steps back into the room. His dildo bobs with his movements.

Suho turns his head to face Sieun, still obviously completely fucking out of it. His pupils dilated and that glazed look in his eyes. 

“S-sir?”

Sieun sets the lube on the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed. Grabs Suho’s ankle and gently rubs at the bone. “I said I was going to fuck you. Didn’t I?”

Suho nods. 

“Is that ok Suho?”

“Yes sir.” Suho’s words slur together slightly. 

“What’s your color?”

“Green.”

Sieun shivers. The pulse in his cunt aching now. “Good boy. Roll onto your stomach. I’m going to prep you.”

“Yes sir,” Suho slurs before obeying. 

“So obedient like this,” Sieun purrs as he guides Suho’s hips up and sticks a pillow beneath them. “I think you were made for me weren’t you?”

Suho whines and buries his head in the mattress. 

Sieun scowls and slaps his ass in response. This makes Suho gasp and his head fly up.

“When I ask you something, I expect words Suho.”

“S-sorry sir.”

“Good. Now answer me.”

“Y-yes I was.”

“Good,” Sieun purrs. 

He slicks his first finger up and begins. 

As he expected, it doesn’t go in easy. He’s not sure how much experience Suho has bottoming, but he’s going to act like it’s zero. The muscle tightens harshly around Sieun’s finger with every move, so he takes it slow and easy. 

Eases his way in inch by inch. Cooing at Suho and rubbing his hips gently. Spitting on Suho’s hole to distract and make the glide of the lube easier. Suho trembles and groan, not entirely in pleasure. 

But he swallows up the first finger. “Color?”

“Green sir.”

So Sieun works in a second. Using the same slow and steady pace. Using every distraction technique he can think of. Gently scissoring Suho open until he can feel him loosen and slide his second finger all the way inside. 

“Color?”

“G-green.”

This third finger, Suho enjoys. 

He takes it much easier. And this time when Sieun bottoms out, he finds Suho’s prostate.  He twists his fingers and angles his wrist, and Suho howls. 

He jerks with a punched out “Oh fuck!” And clenches hard enough around Sieun’s fingers, he think they’re about to break off. 

“There it is,” Sieun purrs. 

He hones in on the spot. Prodding and massaging it gently over and over. Until Suho’s a shaking, blabbering mess beneath him. Driving his hips down onto the mattress and chanting Sieun’s name like he’s a god. The lewd squelch of the excess lube and Suho’s broken cries bouncing off the walls. 

Sieun abuses Suho’s prostate like this for a few long minutes. Before his friend slurs out, “Sir you need to ah s-stop or I’ll-“

Sieun immediately lets off Suho’s prostate, earning a pitiful whimper. “Oh Suho-yah don’t be like that. I’ll give you something better. Are you ready for my cock?”

Suho’s utterly wrecked beneath him. Back arched beautifully. Sweat shining on his skin. Collar gleaming. Hands clenching. 

“Y-yes sir. Give it to me.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

Gently, Sieun removes his fingers. Suho whines as his hole gapes at the loss. Sieun shushes him gently, grabbing lots of lube and pooling it into his hand. He lathers up the strap generously as well as smearing some on Suho’s hole. 

Suho whimpers. 

Sieun takes a breath, admittedly a little rusty at fucking someone before he lines up and presses the tip of his dildo in. 

The dildo isn’t much thicker than his three fingers, he grabbed it for that reason. But it still makes Suho’s back arch and his toes curl. An eager little noise falling out of his mouth. 

Sieun goes as slow as he did for his fingers. Easing in bit by bit. Careful to not overwhelm Subo in a bad way. Stretching him and making Subo feel him in his throat but not hurting him.

When their hips meet flush, Sieun gives Suho a generous amount of time to adjust. Rubbing his hips again and plastering open mouthed kisses on sweaty skin. 

“Color?” He breathes as he nibbles the collar. 

“Green. Fuck me sir,” Suho breathes. 

And that, is more than enough encouragement for Sieun. 

He pulls back slightly before rocking his hips in. Suho moans softly beneath him. Sieun repeats this action a few times, building up his momentum and confidence. 

Before he pulls almost fully out, confident that Suho is loose enough, and slams back in.  

“Ho-holy fuck!” Suho sobs. His body jerking and head whipping up in shock. 

“Yea?” Sieun whispers. 

He repeats the move over and over before he changes the angle of his hips a bit and drives down. 

“Fuck! Right there!” Suho cries. 

From there, Sieun’s pace is unforgiving. 

Their hips meet again over and over in a harsh thunderclap. Suho’s prostate being hit on nearly every stroke. It’s fast and sloppy and harsher than Sieun anticipated going. But it has Suho drooling and moaning like he’s being fucked stupid so he doesn’t stop. 

Both of them are panting. Sieun moaning when Suho moans. Over and over Sieun drills into Suho. Cunt throbbing with every noise and moan. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. S-so good.”

“Ah. Ha. Haaa. Ah.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”

Sieun’s shuddering above him. Stamina flagging a bit but he never relents. Keeps up the unrelenting pace. Coos and purrs encouragement for Suho. 

Wraps a hand down around Suho’s roped cock and begins to stroke. 

Suho chokes and jerks instantly. Thrashing and shaking his head. “N-no. No!  If you keep-“

“You can cum Suho-yah,” Sieun breathes. He strokes in time with his sloppy thrusts. “Cum whenever you want. Cum for me Suho. Let me have it hm? Please. For me?”

Suho sobs, the sound sounding wetter than it has before. His cock kicks over and over in Sieun’s hand. A few more well timed thrusts and Suho’s done. 

“Sieun!” Suho cries before he sprays Sieun’s hand with white. 

Sieun’s hips stall and he switches to gently stroking Suho through his orgasm. “Good boy Suho-yah. Did so good for me. That’s it. Let yourself feel good. Good boy.”

Suho whimpers and spasms while Sieun milks him dry. Making sure not to stop until he’s twitching in overstimulation and not another drop spurts out. 

Suho slumps forward, clearly spent. 

And despite how wet he is. Despite the throbbing of his cunt, Sieun finds he doesn’t really want to cum. He doesn’t need it. 

Instead, he makes sure to stay close to Suho. Undoes the rope gently. Whispers softly to Suho as he does so. Takes the collar off with gentle clicks. Runs his fingers through Suho’s hair and kisses his forehead. 

Rubs his hands down Suho’s body as he turns him onto his back. Hurries and grabs a warm cloth to clean the cum off. Constantly talking to him and touching him. Making sure Suho knows he’s there. 

“Come on Suho. Let’s take a bath hm?”

Suho groans and Sieun needs to haul him up, but they make it into the bath. Sieun sinks into the water first, pulling Suho down with him. He washes his body gently. Massages shampoo and conditioner into Suho’s hair. He’s pretty sure Suho falls asleep at some point. 

He finally snaps back into himself on the toiliet seat as Sieun dries his hair with the blow dryer. 

“Sieun-ah?” And his voice sounds more clear than it has all night. 

Sieun clicks the dryer off. “Suho? You with me?”

Suho nods, blinking sleepily. 

“How are you feeling?” Sieun crouches down so they’re eye level. 

“That was… so hot,” Suho admits. 

Sieun’s heart flutters. “You think so?”

Suho nods. “You took such good care of me.”

Sieun has to duck his head to hide the blush. “Shut up.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a natural!”

Sieun scolded and lifts his head. “Have you ever… done that with anyone else?” Ignores the bitter feeling in his chest. 

Suho shakes his head. “No. I’ve never subbed before.”

“Oh.”

Suho grabs Sieun’s hands now. Pulling them to his chest. Similar to what he’d done a few weeks ago. It makes Sieun’s stomach kick all the same. “I only want to do it with you.”

Sieun feels his eyes widen. His heart shoot up to his throat. “Suho I-“

“I don’t want this to just be a BDSM relationship either,” Suho plows ahead. “My heart can’t take it. Be mine Sieun. Please. Date me. Be my boyfriend. Love me.”

A sixth bolt of lightning strikes down and crackles in their small apartment and into Sieun’s heart. 

Today is a wild day it seems. 

“Yea. Yea. I want that,” Sieun mumbles. 

“Really?” Suho sounds downright giddy. 

“Really,” Sieun whispers.