❥ 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒷𝓎𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈

✧ kink ✧

~ it mentions people being worried about someone self harming it does not have self harm in it ~ wax play ! ~

~ 3rd person ~

the candle light cast a gorgeous glow on the handcuffed brunette who squirmed in the tight hold. "relax baby boy, you'll hurt yourself" the blonde emerged from the shadows, his nudity making daniel's stomach clench with anticipation.

"i can't help it with you stalking in the background, me knowing you're there in all your glory watching me" the younger said, pulling at the restraints again that kept his arms up and apart. "watching you writhe makes me horny" daniel rolled his eyes. "i know but sometimes i wish you would fucking get on with it" corbyn stormed over to the boy and grabbed his neck harshly, leaning into his ear. "watch your mouth love or i'll shove my dick down your throat till you cant talk" the rasp in his voice made daniel shiver and as much as daniel loved the olders dick in his mouth he really just wanted to get to the main event.

"i jus wanna feel you so bad, please let me touch you it'll feel so good" the brunette whined, the chains clanking against the metal poles of the headboard. "who makes the rules love?" corbyn's thick husky voice dripped with dominance and daniel felt himself go weak at the knees. "you, fuck, always you" the brunette was clenching his thighs together, his head dropping down as a whimper left his mouth. "exactly, now behave" for a seventeen year old corbyn for sure knew what he was doing. he'd told daniel about his many fantasies when they started getting to that point in their relationship (which wasn't long ago) and vice versa.

"corb please i'm sorry for a being brat i just need you so bad" corbyn smirked devilishly at the boy as he picked up a candle. "you've been a brat yes, which is why you'll sit here not making a noise while i please you, you understand?" not knowing wether his 'punishment' started then, daniel just hummed a yes.

"what's your safe word my love?" the blonde brought the candle close to daniel's neck, the heat sparking the hairs on it to stand. "honey" daniel said shuddering. he came up with honey as corbyn called him that when they weren't having sex, it was connected with not the bedroom so it seemed the best fit. "good boy"

the brunettes mind is hazy as his body is slick with baby oil (makes it easier to take off hardened candle wax) until corbyn slowly tips the candle so a small drop of the warm wax falls onto his collarbone. daniel jumped slightly, letting out a small squeak at the small burn he feels. corbyn continued the small drips down to his abs, the slow burn making daniel writhe. the brunette bites his lip, forcing himself to suppress his moans of appreciation. the drops continued falling, over his v-line and onto his milky thighs.

corbyn was obsessed with the brunette, his infatuation only grew once they had become physical lovers. the way the candle wax hardened against his glowing skin and how his hair was all roughed up and shaggy made him more aroused than anything. and the marks, oh god the marks. there was no denying that corbyn loved to see the after math of a night like this; small red marks from the burning that only he knew where there and then the much more obvious 'claiming what's mine' marks made corbyn want to pull out his camera and capture the beauty he saw.

though he was sure daniel would take pictures with his hickeys (he always did, he liked them almost as much as corbyn) the blonde quickly walked to the side of the bed. "what are you doing? come back" daniel whined. he let out a small laugh as he grabbed the cellular device from off the wood table and walked back to where he was standing at the foot of the bed. daniel looked confused before he blushed and lowered his head.

a flash went off as the first picture was taken and then corbyn spoke, hoping to catch daniel in the state he wanted him in. "i bet you want me baby, fucking you hard how you like it?" daniel moaned and his head tipped to the side as his eyes fluttered shut. click. that was definitely going to be corbyns new home screen. corbyn chucked the phone onto the pile of clothing on the floor, not wanting to waste time by putting it back.