"come on now, drink up!" seven tipped the glass gradually so that if dara stopped drinking for only a second, he would certainly spill it all over himself.
how humiliating, dara thought. even worse, he knew seven would certainly get off on the face dara inevitably would make when the water that seven brought, just for him, was all over the boy's chest.
there was really nothing dara could do, as his hands were tied and he knew that if he moved too much he'd be punished for sure. and as much as the thought excited a tiny part of his mind, he was already desperate as it was. he didn't want to be overstimulated to such a point, especially considering the exhaustion that would follow. he could only handle so much, after all. so he settled to stay there, sitting on his knees.
when dara finally finished draining the rest of the glass, seven brought it away from hinata's lips. dara gasped for breath, reflexively coughing a bit. maybe if he was convincing enough seven would spare him, just a little, but they both knew dara didn't want that.
this whole thing was dara's idea, after all. dara was stubborn, absolutely determined not to back down unless necessary.
"good boy,"seven praised, caressing dara's face as he did so. dara could only whimper, weakly. seven marveled at the undeniably cute expression on dara's face. begging, submissive, but with just a hint of pleasure. he was enjoying this, seven thought. he couldn't help but chuckle. oh, how adorable dara was.
"still thirsty?" seven offered with a faux-innocent expression on his face. dara only barely bit back a sassy remark about how he'd been forced to drink five glasses of water by now, thinking better of talking back in such a way. so silently he shook his head instead.
seven smiled at him. and dara, though guilty, absolutely drank that up (figuratively, of course.) the deceitful grin on the other boy's face as dara began to squirm, even if slightly. it was certainly arousing to dara. not that he would admit it.
dara absentmindedly noted how he was trembling now, as a result of the endless teasing and another desire, shameful, grew in dara's stomach. all that water was certainly not an accident, nor a thoughtful courtesy. for a moment dara remembered how flustered he felt when proposing the idea to seven, especially considering the intrigued look on his face. he couldn't do anything but whimper, now.
dara began to rub his thighs together, though not entirely meaning to. "s-seven, i... ahh," dara's words were broke off by another whine from his traitorous throat.
"shh, don't be so loud, sweetheart." seven reached a few feet to his left and held up a piece of cloth resembling a blindfold. but dara knew what that cloth was actually for. he gulped at the thought. seven moved closer, holding it in front of the lower half of hinata's face before pausing. "dara, is this okay?" he asked softly, as if he thought whispering wouldn't break his character.
dara offered a weak smile. "y-yeah," he said. once granted permission, seven wrapped the cloth around dara's head, making sure that the front part ended up properly in dara's mouth. he secured it around the back of dara's head, and gave a little tug for good measure. dara moved his jaw a bit to get it as comfortable as possible.
gag in place, and dara no longer able to speak, seven was satisfied. for a minute he settled down to fondly admire the sight of dara squirming and whimpering. how humiliating, dara thought, only driving him to squirm and whimper more.
there was only so much that seven could handle though, watching him trembling all by himself while seven only watched. he had barely gotten to touch dara since before the water, and he was starting to feel bad. selfish of him, perhaps, but he knew that dara was happy to see seven indulge now and then. seven, horny and in charge (for once), was definitely no exception.
seven scooted forward to caress dara's face like before, this time gently trailing it down below hinata's chin. dragging his finger oh so lightly down the front of dara's throat, causing the him to twitch with the feeling. seven rested his hand on dara's collarbone for just a minute. he leaned in to give him a small kiss on the forehead before moving his hand lower, this time just below dara's sternum.
dara could only barely appreciate seven skipping over his chest, especially considering the loose clothing he wore over it. they'd agreed that dara being in this position wearing a binder wouldn't be a good idea. dara did not regret that decision for a second as he panted and shook.
it got worse, even, as seven's fingers lightly brushed dara's abdomen. dara gave seven a pathetic look and an even more pathetic whine, before seven gently applied pressure. dara curled in on himself, willing his body to hang in there for just a bit longer. to his relief, seven moved his hand lightly to stroke dara's waist. his other hand affectionately ran through dara's hair.
"oh- baby, hey, are you alright?" seven was wiping away dara's tears before he even noticed he was crying. it was touching, and significantly comforting during such a situation. dara nodded his head affirmatively, and seven went back to touching him. dara noticed that he was being very gentle now, and careful to keep his hands away from dara's abdomen.
and then it was coming out, dara's bladder finally getting a break. he cried out weakly at the feeling of sweet release. dara felt so embarrassed at the sensation of his boxers being wet and the warm fluid running down hinata's thighs, onto the towel below. he didn't dare open his eyes even after he was done, shaking still. this time, though, it was more anxious.
he felt before he saw seven immediately settling in front of him, petting dara's hair and removing the gag. dara shyly opened his eyes to see a tender expression on his face "good job, dara. you did so good. i had so much hope that you would." he kissed dara on the lips now that they were freed from their restraint, and dara leaned into the kiss as seven reached around him to untie his wrists. seven pulled away from the kiss to look dara in the eyes.
"i'll be right back, okay? will you be fine for a moment?" seven asked gently, giving dara a quick kiss on the nose.
dara offered a tired smile. "yeah, just hurry up. i'm starting to feel kind of nasty." with that, seven disappeared and dara took a moment to catch his breath and try not to think too much about what had just occurred.
seven was back in what felt like seconds, but dara knew he was far too out of it to tell. he held a damp hand towel in each of his hands, and dara reached for one to clean himself off. to his dismay, seven quickly pulled them out of dara's reach. "let me take care of you, okay?" seven whispered, and dara couldn't help but comply with a grateful smile.
seven helped him out of his drenched boxers and started to gently wipe dara's thighs dry.
