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Yushi winced when the rope almost got buried in his skin, “Sorry, is that too much?” Sion asks as he tries to loosen the rope around Yushi's wrists. Though, instead of being grateful to his hyung, Yushi just glares at him, and then he rolls his eyes, “I don't care, just get it over with.”
Sion tightens the knot in a way that will surely create bruises, earning a scream from the other, “That hurt!” Well that'll teach him. The older adjusts the restraining ropes that keep Yushi from possibly hitting him.
Though even if his arms were free, he wouldn't dare to lay a finger to him. He’s down bad for his Sion hyung, though sometimes, it gets a little overboard.
Yushi's arms begin to become tired above his head while Sion huffs a laugh from how cute the younger looks because it's so obvious that he was getting flustered by the time. “Alright, alright I’ll take care of you before everything escalates.” A hand caresses Yushi’s face gently, so gentle that even his warm cheeks couldn’t deny how endearing it was. “Look at you, so pretty for me.” Sion leans a little closer from the side of the bed—to the younger so he could admire him a little more. And as if a miracle happened, Yushi doesn’t move, he just stares back at the one hovering over him, rubbing his cheeks against Sion’s palm like a cat.
Sion could die. He wonders to himself how he could even hold his cuteness aggression towards him? Especially on this occasion, it seems impossible.
“You're lucky you’re cute.”
Yushi bats, “You're lucky I'm tied up.”
Sion purposely left Yushi’s clothes on for him to go crazy. And everything’s going as he planned as he feels the younger squirming under him, tugging his tied wrists on the metal headboard. Yushi stays silent, and yes, he still won’t admit defeat. “You need some help or something?” Sion directly points a finger at Yushi’s bulge, tilting his head with his fakeass expression. Of course it was obvious whenever Sion lies to him, he really knows the other indeed.
“I don’t need help, especially from you.”
Yushi says as if he doesn’t want Sion to do something to him. But he really, really, really, wants to be held, wants to get touched everywhere his body.
“Really? If so, I’ll leave-”
“No!”
The line between willpower and submitting becomes thinner and thinner as Yushi feels himself getting visibly wet through his sweat pants. Not only was it getting painful to think about letting Sion take full control of him, but his dick was also getting painfully hard.
“Please…” When Yushi finally snaps, he feels a hand sneaking to his crotch, palming, and going inside his shirt to flick one of his sensitive nipples which always makes him crumble.
“I don’t think you deserve it though.” The older coos, just like how he sounds every time he fucking teases. Yushi couldn't bring himself to talk back as Sion's fingers gently twisted and pulled his nipple.
That slight gesture already makes Yushi feel good, he loves being touched there—he wishes Sion would use his other hand to play with his other nipple and that he would remove his annoying shirt. A little close, but the older lifts the hem of the cloth to Yushi’s mouth so it doesn’t get in the way as he brings his mouth to the other nipple. Yushi arches his back slightly as he chases the feeling. Sion kitten-licks one nipples while his other hand thumbs over another.
“Hmm… Nghh…” They both gaze at each other, Yushi tugging his wrists once again until Sion lifts himself off the younger’s body. There was already a pool of precum found in Yushi’s sweat pants as he pants from the fading stimulation earlier.
“Do you think you can really get away with it, huh?” He hooked his fingers to Yushi’s waist band, teasing him a little.
“I hate you…”
Sion rolls up Yushi's shirt to his arms so it doesn't get in the way of his view of the hardened nipples.
When Sion also pulls down his pants in one go, he throws it somewhere on the floor and fuck, Yushi wasn’t even wearing underwear underneath. He clicked his tongue from disappointment as the dick slammed the younger’s stomach, and it continued to leak warm cum from the slit. Yushi found the whole situation arousing despite the reason for him being here in Sion’s room, tied up.
Though seeing the younger's desperate need to be touched, Sion feels himself heating up and something below him becomes alive.
“Fuck, you're such a slut, Yushi-ah.” Yushi started bucking his hips to try and relieve himself but Sion held him down firmly, his fingers dipping into his hip bones hard. Then a hand slapped his ass once, making him wince as it stung.
“Just tell me you're sorry and I'll give you what you need, baby.” He coos with the sudden endearment only to receive an eye-roll from the other, but Yushi’s ears turned red—Sion hit his hand to his ass again.
“Ah.! N-never…” Yushi insists, Sion decides it was time to teach him a lesson.
He lets go of his hips and puts his hands to Yushi's inner thighs so he can still pin him down. Sion brings his face closer to the younger's erection, he begins licking the base starting from the bottom to the top, then teasing the tip by bringing it to his mouth and then releasing it.
Sion kept sucking on the tip, slurping the precum as it dripped down to his chin, Yushi could only whimper and try to bring his cock deeper to Sion’s mouth, but he fails miserably as his thighs are pressed wide open, keeping his lower half to the bedsheets.
Yushi tugs his tied wrists that it's probably beginning to bruise. He tilts his head to the side as he trembled from Sion’s touch, his large fingers digging into his skin, his wet mouth stimulating him, his teeth grazing slightly at his tip, his stare, fuck, Sion’s stare brought him even more closer to the edge, hips begging to be freed.
“H-hyung… I'm close, please…” Yushi moans, his hands not knowing what to grab, only to realize that he couldn’t really do anything to help himself, but rather, he needed someone to satisfy his needs.
But then Sion pulled off Yushi's tip, a string of mixed precum and saliva connected to his mouth, licking it off his lower lip.
“Apologize first.” Sion says firmly as he starts unzipping his pants to let his erection breathe, holding eye-contact with Yushi so he knows how this is also affecting his hyung, “You know what you did.”
However, Yushi still held those two words that had been dying down his throat. Deep down he wants to say it, he wants to say he is sorry, but behind what he did, there was a reason.
“You gave one of our members a fucking blowjob!” Sion reveals, annoyed at the thought of Yushi giving pleasure to someone else when it was supposed to be him, only. Yushi breaks in a cold sweat as he freezes at the mention of his supposed secret, someone probably had to snitch.
“You had schedules.” Yushi looks to the side without tilting his head, the guilt slowly rising from within.
Sion began to gather his precum and spread it to the base of his cock, stroking at the sight of the younger avoiding his eyes, his emotions indecipherable.
“So?” The older began to stroke himself slowly, “Fuck, Yushi-ah, you couldn't just wait until those were over?” Sion moans, he bucks up to his hand a little faster that it's almost like he's trying to ignore the tied up Yushi beneath him.
“I…” For a moment, Yushi couldn't say anything, but he wanted to say that he missed his Sion hyung when he was busy, wanted to say that he longed for his warm touch, his presence, and that, “I was only thinking about you when I did it…” And with no second thoughts, not a single stutter, Yushi admits. It’s pathetic how he tried to find another person to satisfy his needs when all he was gonna do was think about Sion all over again. That idea brings Sion to the edge so he stops stroking his cock.
Instead, he brings his precum-covered fingers toward Yushi’s mouth, hovering the younger below him. Sion held his jaw not too tight as Yushi gladly opened his mouth and let his tongue out, making eye contact with the middle and ring finger, then to Sion.
“Suck.” He inserted the digit to Yushi’s mouth, slurping the fluids immediately as if it was the last water in the world. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head up and down to match the fingers slowly thrusting deeper to his throat.
Sion didn't mind the teeth grazing his fingers, all that mattered was how Yushi was feeling when his fingers were already deep down his throat. Yushi was already seeing stars as his tears formed in his eyes. He gagged and it stung a little, but he took more, savouring the salty fluids, the mixed saliva and precum dripping down his chin. With closed eyes, his tears fell to his cheeks, Sion wiped them with his free hand.
“I’m not mad,” Sion says, Yushi looked at him with doubt, “Okay, I am mad,” The older pulls his fingers off so Yushi can breathe.
“You didn’t even think about how I felt during those times, Yushi-ah.” He cups both of the younger’s cheeks, thumb wiping some of the tears left. Yushi couldn’t look him in the eyes when Sion said those words. He was right, he was only thinking about himself.
“Are you a slut?”
A slight tint of pink painted Yushi’s cheeks, not from shame, but from arousal. His eyes fluttered at the sudden accusation, when he glanced at Sion’s face, some of the strands of his bangs covered his eyes, which quickly made him look away.
Yushi could only thrust up in the air, searching for the friction that's so close yet so far.
“Hyunggg…” He whines desperately only to earn a slap on the ass.
“Say it, say you're a slut.” Sion slaps him again, Yushi tugs on the rope, and then another slap comes after another as Sion begins to stroke himself once again, this time bringing his cock closer to the younger's ass.
Each slap made Yushi moan out little whimpers, his ass cheeks burning red from the harsh slaps as Sion then brought both Yushi’s legs to his shoulders so he could grind his painfully hard length to the other's ass.
“Say it, then maybe I will think about your actions.” Sion continues to rub his cock against Yushi, their precum mixing together in one sticky pool in the sheets.
And as the naughty little shit Yushi is, he forces himself to keep quiet, eyes closed shut while his nails dig down his palms causing them to leave a mark.
“I will never say th- ah!”
Sion promptly inserted two of his fingers in him and fuck he is tight, the sudden shove them made the Yushi cry in pain, his legs squirmed on the other’s shoulder.
Sion pumped his hole at a steady pace, gathering Yushi’s precum and using it as a lube to ease the discomfort. He could only whimper at the feeling, nothing to hold on to except possibly interlocking fingers with his own. Sion watches as his ring and middle finger disappear and appear from the younger’s asshole, he wonders how it would stretch with his own cock, reaching deep and rearranging his insides. The thought urged him to add a third finger, scissoring whilst thrusting.
“Ngh-ahh.. H-hyung, fuck!” Yushi arches his back, Sion hits the spot he’s been searching for. And with a satisfied smirk, he continues to rub it, then thrusting deeper which visibly makes Yushi feel good, his eyes rolling, tongue out like he’s waiting for something to be put in it.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Sion holds one of his legs, kissing to the inner thighs, then sucking the soft skin until it leaves a mark.
Yushi breathes heavily through the thick atmosphere that has been building up in the bedroom, he feels warmth spiraling in his abdomen as he tries to fuck himself in Sion’s fingers, “D-deeper please, hyung… ‘M close.” And with Sion’s other hand grasping his rock-hard cock, he releases hot spurts of cum in his hand and to his stomach. His beading up sweat rolled down to his forehead as he continued to ride down his orgasm, though Sion wasn’t planning on stopping on finger-fucking him any time soon.
“Hyung, I already came,” Yushi protests, Sion plays dumb, “I thought this was what you wanted?” His fingers kept on crooking beyond Yushi’s asshole that he thinks he could really rearrange his guts right there and there. But he tried squirming away only to fail with his hurting tied wrists restraining him.
“Ah- hahh- It’s too much, hyungg…!” His once limped cock began to harden again, and Sion took advantage of it to push Yushi for another release. Sion spread the cum from earlier to the younger’s length so he can stroke him easily as he thrusts in three fingers nonstop. The overstimulation makes him feel every drag of the fingers to his nerves, Sion’s hand squeezing his cock in a pattern while he could only moan from the sensation overload.
Yushi’s hips trembled but it chased Sion’s touch involuntarily like he really couldn’t get enough. Sion huffs out a small laugh with how the younger jolts at each thrust, each stroke from too much overstimulation he's receiving and yet his velvet rim clenches around Sion’s fingers.
The older maintained the same pace at the sensitive parts of Yushi’s body until he felt him closer again, “Go ahead, Yushi-ah, you can come for hyung.”
And with one final thrust, Yushi convulses as he came for the second time simultaneously, “Nghh…! Sionie hyung, f-fuck…” His eyes rolled back to his head, cum spilling from the tip of his reddened cock. Sion brings his fingers to his own cock and uses it as a lube so it would be easy to insert himself into Yushi.
And this is where the punishment continues.
Sion pumps his own cock and while he does, Yushi comes down from his orgasm little by little, his eyelids falling heavy to unconsciousness but Sion doesn't let him. Instead he inserts two fingers in his asshole once again, bringing him back to reality. Yushi tugs at the ropes and clenches at the digits, whining at the feeling coming back to his system.
And with Sion’s best to try and make Yushi not notice the transition from his fingers to his dick, he slowly pumps in and out the fingers and gently points the tip of his cock to the hole.
“H-hyung…” Yushi whimpers, the head going pass to the still tight rim despite being stretched out with three fingers. Everything begins to feel sticky as some of their mixed cum dries out after a while, sweat covers their body, liquids soaking some parts of the bed sheets.
Sion reaches out to Yushi’s nipples to distract him from the pain, twisting each with both hands as he watches how the younger’s body arch back from the pleasure and his face warping into something so lewd—the older's length carefully positioning inside the clenching hole.
Yushi feels fuller after Sion was finally balls deep into him. The sensation was so overwhelming that his thighs trembled even at their small movements.
Sion leaned forward to Yushi’s face to kiss him, his tongue greedily enters the other's mouth, then he nips at the younger’s lower lip from hunger—Yushi chases for more but it was only a matter of time, whining at the loss and only their string of saliva connecting what had just happened.
Sion shallowly thrusts his dick as he takes a hold of Yushi’s shuddering thighs that keep wanting to close, his hips moving back and forth, little by little until Yushi is able to take everything. Despite this being a punishment, Sion still took care of him, and he still will after this, he’s just that considerate.
“You’re not forgetting something, aren’t you?” Sion begins to piston his cock faster than earlier, every shove startling the one below him, “Or maybe I fucked you stupid that you forgot how to think?” He holds both legs as he pushes them forward to Yushi’s chest, the new position burying Sion’s cock deeper to the hole.
The skin slapping echoes inside the bedroom together with Yushi’s cries and whines, “‘M s-sorry- hnghhh…!” After all that denying, he finally falls apart, he really couldn’t take it anymore, the overstimulation even feels like it’s being fucked out of his body at this moment, his brain melting into mush.
“M sorry S-Sionie hyung, please, p-please- ahh, haahh…!” Yushi begs for something he doesn't know what as he begins to feel his orgasm nearing, he’s sweating and spasming so much, his eyes threatening to switch places from how they’re crossed. Unable to control his mouth, it stays ajar, in an “O” shape from time to time, drool creeping from the corner of his lips, some of it already dripping to his chin.
“Yeah, I know you are. You’re doing so good for me, so fucking wet too, fuck…” A hand flies towards Yushi’s forehead to sweep away the hair getting in his eyes where tears had already formed from the building pleasure for the third time. He cups the younger's face in awe, “My pretty slut, aren’t you?”
A harsh slap in the ass echoes in the room, Sion’s large hand leaves a rosy print on Yushi’s skin, blooming similarly to his sweaty face. From the circulating heat, Sion removes his own shirt, leaving himself half-naked with his slightly opened pants, his cock dragging along the pulsating walls around him.
“Y-yes, I-I’m your pretty slut…! anghh… It h-hurts- Too- T-too good- So full…” Yushi babbles with his high pitched moans that went with unbroken ah, uh, unghs, Sion huffs a short giggle from how he was struggling to speak.
Sion continued to fuck him to the brim until he found Yushi’s prostate, he abused it without halting when he noticed how much he was squirming underneath, Yushi's own fingernails digging to the heel of his palms with nowhere to hold on to, his knuckles whitening with closed fists.
Yushi really feels himself slipping away from reality, and all he wants to do now is close his eyes and cuddle with Sion, but he can't because he's being railed to consciousness, each thrust has already fried his nerves to crisp and he can't think clearly, can't think of anything but to cum.
Sion sees him throwing his head back in any direction he can, chest heaving as if the available oxygen was about to run out, and Yushi’s poor cock against his stomach—Sion reaches for it and it pushes the younger to the edge, spasming over and over again as he came ropes of cum to his own stomach and into Sion's hand while being continuously stroked while he chases his own release.
“H-hyunggg…! Don't- haa… Nghmm- Sto-mngh…!” Words can barely form from his throat, it’s a surprise that he could still keep up from what Sion was doing, but at this point, he’s already losing it as the older persists into his own relief.
Sion’s thrust falters with how much Yushi’s walls kept contracting around his cock, moaning at the sensation of it, “Hold on baby, I’m close.” He says as he pins down the younger’s legs further down to its limit with all his weight just to reach the deepest, tightest space of Yushi’s asshole.
Sion fills him up after the last shove of his huge-ass cock while Yushi unknowingly clenches around him, milking every last drop of cum like he wants to get pregnant with Sion’s babies. If it was possible though.
They finally let out a big sigh after doing such activity, Sion flops on top of Yushi’s jelly-like body who came more than once. He moves beside the younger who was clearly exhausted.
Gentle, lazy kisses were placed at Yushi’s sweaty collar bones, sucking on it lightly just enough to leave a mark with no pain. Yushi whines as he slowly falls half-asleep under Sion, not being able to lift up his heavy eyelids anymore.
Sion checks up on him after resting for a bit, “Ushi?” He reaches for his cheeks to wipe off the sweat and tears that he caused. Yushi hears him faintly, a hum that's hoarse from moans and whimpers—a response to his name.
Sion also finally stretched his arms towards Yushi's strained wrist, the redness and the bruises became more visible as he untied them. The younger winced as he can freely move his arms, though it feels a bit cramped, he still found the strength to somehow pull Sion closer for a hug.
“I'm sorry, hyung…” He says as tears form in his eyes, he feels a lump in his throat after apologising.
“I already forgive you, Yushi-ah.” Sion hugs back, trying to slip his arms around.
“I just realize now that I wasn't really thinking straight—I-I was so-”
“Shhh… I understand, baby.”
“No, it’s just…”
Yushi sniffles, trying to find the courage he had been building ever since he met Sion, the kind of courage that would help him get over the possible worst case scenarios in a short period of time.
He gets reminded of some memories he had with Sion, specifically the moments he at least thought there was something between them. Though usually, it was just intercourse with no hard feelings, just straight up sex to satisfy their own needs and fantasies with each other. And again, no strings attached. But now, Yushi couldn’t look him in the eyes, he tries to—isn’t it stupid after they literally just did it with each other?
Sion noticed Yushi blinking hastily as he swallowed nothingness that can be seen from how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Sion doesn’t know why but he feels the urge to connect lips with him like two opposite magnets, so he hovers over him once again. The realization slowly hit Yushi when he felt Sion moving his own lips passionately against his’, the sexual idea of them kissing thrown out the window.
Yushi finally reciprocated the movements despite his head still being light-headed, the only thing keeping him from falling asleep was his heartbeat drumming loudly against his chest that he thinks Sion can already hear it too.
Yushi lightly pushes Sion on the shoulder to break the kiss, his best attempt to make eye-contact creeping up on him reaches the surface of the situation.
They stare at each other, the silence seemed to have a lot more meaning than the words stuck to themselves.