Good Hyung
The hand in his hair tightened, a slight pressure tugging at his scalp, then a satisfying feeling that numbed his mind wonderfully. His breath hitched but his mouth continued turning inwards to the arm curved around his head. Soft kisses travelled up from the forearm to the wrist, along the veins that ran beneath the skin; another tug, firmer and harder with nails digging a little, made him gasp more loudly. The mouth breathing down on his neck ignited Goosebumps; when teeth grazed by his jugular, it set off a ripple of fear and excitement through his system.
His arms moved to touch, to hold, to grasp the person in fron-
“No hyung…” the husky whisper settled within his ear, “don’t be a bad boy. I said not to touch me hyung. Don’t you want to please your dongsaeng? Don’t you want your dongsaeng to be happy?”
Oh, the temptation to ignore him was so great; all he wanted to rip that black suit off of him and be done with him. But the urge to please, to do good by his dongsaeng’s wishes…he forced his hands back to his sides, clenching so tightly he was sure the nails drew blood.
“Good hyung.” A purr into his ear now and then another hand that travelled from his back all the way down to his butt, squeezing. “Such a good hyung.” The hand in his hair went down to his chest, abdomen and oh- he moaned as a finger circled about his crotch. “You’ll be rewarded tonight hyung.” A smirk could be felt as a kiss pressed into his open mouth.
“Such a good hyung.”
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