𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 || ʜʏᴜɴʟɪx

Chapter 2 (Minsung)

It was about 11 at night. The streets were quiet by now. In their apartment, Minho was sat on the sink side, legs spread. Jisung was between his legs, tongue stuffed in him.

Jisung held his legs apart as he lapped at his pierced clit, pussy shiny with spit and slick. Minho was denied movement, everytime he ground up for friction a sharp slap was landed on his thighs. He could only clench as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Sungie put his tongue inside him and licked the salty juices he leaked out, while his nose rubbed his nub sweetly. He then proceeded to take it between his lips, and suck. He couldn't help but try to close his thighs, but his legs were held open by strong arms. 'Don't want me to get the spreader bar, do you?' jisung asked from below. 'No sir' he responded.

He stopped sucking at his clit when the wetness seeped out more, face wet. He brought his hips closer to the edge, and spread his lips apart. Then he brought his thumb to his clit, and started rubbing in circles while licking up the juices. Minho jerked his hips up once more, and this time he wasn't stopped. His hands were tied behind his back, and he shuddered trying to hold himself back. As soon as he said his first 'close', he felt all the stimulation suddenly stop. His hips ground up in need, only to feel nothing but air. And then he felt the sharp sting of a slap to his clit. He almost orgasmed on the spot.

Jisung liked abusing him till he begged him to cum, but he did it in a soft way. He would hold him in his arms before throwing him over the 4th orgasm of the night, degrading him softly while ruining his orgasm, bit him so hard bruises formed before licking the area to soothe him. Forced him to take whatever he was given while telling him he looked so pretty.

And he was feeling especially cruel today. He wanted to see his pretty boy writhe while clinging onto him. He took out the blindfold and gag from the drawer, and put them on him. He tied his hands in front of him, so he could signal his safeword if he needed to. He then went back between his legs. He didn't want to go all out just yet. His tongue continued working on him, licking, sucking, sometimes biting his sensitive inner thighs.

He slowly started pushed one finger into the wet cunt. They hadn't fucked in about 3 days, so he needed the prep this time. He pushed the finger in and out, curling it upwards to his sweet spot. Minho was above him, letting out little noises from the tongue and fingers on him. He was not in a position to beg or ask for more. He'd just have to take what he got. He managed to hold onto Jisung's hair, and held onto it for leverage, slightly pulling him in closer. Jisung just indulged, and worked his tongue till Minho was shaking.

He wanted him to reach his first orgasm on his tongue. He did, as Minho came hard, hand fisted in his hair, thighs trembling. He kissed his thighs slowly, before rolling the nub between his fingers softly. Minho arched his back off the counter from the overstimulation, pretty mouth drooling and whimpering.

He stood up, and hooked his hand under his thighs to lift him up, tied hands going around his neck. His needy self rubbed up onto his shirt, getting a huff of laughter from Jisung. What he failed to notice was him grabbing two things off the counter.

He was laid down on the bed gently, before he felt him remove the gag and  get between his arms again. Jisung took in the sight in front of him. He was so goddamn lucky to have Minho, to call him his own. He was blessed to be trusted and loved by the person in front of him. He was but a slave under him, everything he did was to please the pretty boy tugging him into a filthy kiss. He kissed back, one hand in his hair, one hand going down again.

He loved the feeling of the cold metal on his fingers, a piercing he himself had done. He loved tugging on the hoop harshly when he misbehaved, a reminder of whom he belonged to. Sometimes, a leash was clipped to it and tied to his collar so he couldn't squirm his way out of punishments.

He tugged the metal ring softly, and felt him moan into the kiss, waist moving towards him. He let him rock back onto his fingers, humping his hand like a little kitty in heat. 'No words, okay? You can make noise if you want to' he said softly. He nodded his head in response. He took the spreader bar, and tied both his ankles to each ends, making him unable to close his legs even if he wanted to. 

He unscrewed the bottle of toothpaste he had brought with him from the washroom. Pouring a generous amount of it onto the brush, he checked it once more. Minho was too far gone in his head to notice the smell.

Jisung slowly brought the brush to his clit, and took in the way he jerked up with a shaky breath. The effect was immediate. The cold burning sensation overwhelmed his senses, and he tried to close his legs in vain. Moans spilled from his lips as even the air made the feeling intensify. Jisung leaned between his spread legs, and blowed onto the clit. Minho hardly kept himself from pleading,  cold air on the cold material making his clit sting. His hole was dripping wet, his body loving and hating the torture. The feeling didn't hurt, just felt cold and burned. He took in all his sounds and expressions, twisting of his body and shaking.

He turned on the vibrating toothbrush, the sound making him jolt. He held down his hips with one hand, before bringing the brush to his clit. The brush rubbed the paste into his skin, stimulated his swollen nub with a little bit of pain, making him sob out for the first time that day.

It wasn't the pain, the cold sting was negligible after a minute, but the stimulation from the brush driving him wild. His insides were aching to be filled, mind hazing more and more as he neared another orgasm.

Jisung, realizing he was close, removed the brush and took his clit into his own mouth, the taste of toothpaste on his tongue. He licked him clean, and spread his folds to take him between his lips. Minho came with a sob, tied hands scratching his back , tongue exploding with the taste of his release. He gently cleaned all his slick before moving upwards, leaving soft kisses all over his built stomach. He uncuffed his ankles and hands, then his blindfold, to stare at him. His baby had done so well, took all he gave so well, tasted so sweet coming all over his tongue. He leaned down to kiss away his tears, and placed another pillow on his side for support, before taking him in his arms.

He knew Minho didn't have the energy to go another round, and his needs always came first. He was close all this while anyways, with his baby being the absolute cutest, bunny teeth peeking from doll lips and doe eyes shining with tears of pleasure. He jerked off quickly, coming over his pussy. Wanted to paint the picture in his mind.

Minho was wiped clean with a wet towel this time, and a pair of boxers were pulled over his hips, before he was pulled into a warm embrace by the other. He was safe, contended, and loved, and they fell asleep with kisses and whispers of love.