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Jungkook looks down at his chest. His nipples are getting a bit puffy from the clamps, which carry a slight weight. As he shifts around to look more closely, they swing slightly and tug on his skin.
Seokjin reaches up and traces one with his finger before he flicks at it, sending a spark Zinging through Jungkook’s body. “Oh my God”, Jungkook breathes.
Seokjin puts both hands on Jungkook's hips and came closer before bending his head and dragging the flat of his tongue over the sensitive bud. Jungkook almost melts and mewls softly, and Seokjin growls under his breath.
“Fuck, you're beautiful and so sensitive”, he says. “Put your hands behind your back”.
Jungkook does, immediately, and knows what's next. But is Seokjin planning to fuck him? Like that?
“Stop thinking about it”, Seokjin says, and instead of the rope, he shows Jungkook a set of black leather cuffs with a clip between them. He buckles them on, and they're just as effective a restraint as the ropes were last week. He shifts his shoulders around, but the restraints don't really bother him as much as he feared they might.
“I'm trying”, Jungkook says and Seokjin hooks a hand under his elbow and pulls him over to the chaise lounge. He sits down and tugs at Jungkook until Jungkook straddles him, ass against Seokjin's thighs, the leather smooth and warm beneath him. It's a bit precarious, with Jungkook's hands behind him like they are, but the position pushes his chest out and his hips forward, his cock on full display. He feels like he should be somewhat shy at the brazenness of it, but instead he feels proud and beautiful under Seokjin’s admiring gaze.
“I thought we'd find out just how much stamina you've really got”, Seokjin purrs , both hands splayed possessively over Jungkook’s hips . “I'm going to touch you, and I want you to hold off coming as long as you possibly can. If you make it more than ten minutes, next time I'll get you off with my hands”. Jungkook sways forward just a tiny bit, until his cock comes in contact with Seokjin’s abs. Seokjin slaps him on the ass and Jungkook jumps. Was that wrong? But no, Seokjin is still smiling.
“Cheeky, Jungkook. Don't do it again, understood?”
“Yes, sir”, Jungkook breathes and shifts back a tiny bit so his weight is now on Seokjin's thighs. His ass is sticking out a bit more this way, but at least he's not completely shoving his dick in Seokjin’s face.
“Good boy”. Seokjin taps the beads on his nipples again, and Jungkook sucks in a breath. “If you make it fifteen, I'll suck you off next time. More than twenty and you can suck me off”.
“What if I make it a lot more than that?” Jungkook asks.
“You won't”, Seokjin slides his hands from Jungkook’s hips up his back, until he's cradling Jungkook’s shoulder blades in his palms. His tongue flicks out to taste Jungkook's nipple again, sucking, biting, tongue playing with the edges of the clamp, which sends sparks of pleasure up Jungkook's spine. His skin is running hot, fire building in his veins as Seokjin pulls him into his groin more tightly and Jungkook can feel Seokjin's massive erection under his ass.
“Don't you dare move”, Seokjin says and slides his hands back down to Jungkook's ass. He cradles his asscheeks a moment, then pulls back and gives one a soft, open-handed swat. The impact is dull and Jungkook doesn't quite get the appeal, but after a couple more smacks he can feel the skin get warm, and as Seokjin countinues, each impact intensifies, building on the one before. His hand came down on Jungkook's reddened globe again, enjoying the way it bounce as his hand hit soft flesh. Jungkook gasps after a few—five, ten, who knows?— and Seokjin rubs circles over the stinging flesh. Jungkook bends forward and rest his head on Seokjin's shoulder. He's so aroused by Seokjin's hands on him, by the feel of his hard cock under Jungkook’s body, that he's having a hard time focusing. “Color?” Seokjin murmurs into Jungkook’s neck.
“Ah. Green”.
“You sound uncertain”, Seokjin says kisses the base of Jungkook's throat , sweet nibbling kisses and the bare edge of teeth.
Jungkook swallows. “I'm not. Sir. I'm sure”.
“Then lay over my lap for me , on your knees and head on the seat”.
Jungkook pauses. He won't be able to hold himself up at all with his hands bound. His weight will be on his knees and the side of his head.
“Now, Jungkook”, Seokjin snaps.
“I'm sorry”, Jungkook says, and then arranges himself so he's lying with stomach and chest over Seokjin's thighs, folded on his knees and the side of his face resting on the soft leather. He can see Seokjin's hip and the side of his face, right arm now settled across Jungkook's back. Seokjin uses the other to tug Jungkook's thighs apart, leaving him spread open and vulnerable.
“You're pretty”, Seokjin says and drags a fingernail over Jungkook's ass, the sensation sharp and on the edge of unpleasantly painful, “when you do what I tell you”. Seokjin spanks him again, and then drags a finger down over his balls, down his cock. It feels so good it almost aches, the soft burn of pleasure and sharp hit of pain mingling together , and Jungkook wasn't sure he could get any harder but he is, cock swaying between his legs.
The fingers of Seokjin's right hand slip under the cuffs on his writs for a moment , and then he moves them to Jungkook’s mouth. “Suck”, he says, and pushes his first two fingers between Jungkook's lips. He allows the intrusion willingly , grateful to have something else to think about rather than being spanked again, and tries his best to make it feel good from his awkward angle on the sofa.
“Yes, show me how you'd suck me if I let you”, Seokjin murmurs, and his other hand traces patterns on Seokjin’s burning skin. “How you'd take it if I fucked your mouth like this”. The fingers on Jungkook's ass slip down to rub at his perineum, and Jungkook chokes a moan around Seokjin's fingers. It's like he's in a strange sort of threesome. Seokjin's hands on either end of him and his own locked tight behind his back. His shoulders are beginning to ache slightly , and he shifts, which makes the clamps twitch, and Jungkook gives a full-body shudder. Seokjin pulls his fingers back . “Color?”
“Green”, he whispers, spit gathering at the corner of his mouth and spilling over onto the leather seat.
Seokjin pushes his fingers back inside and Jungkook slips his tongue around them, sucks deep, and Seokjin’s other hand , the one on his ass cheeks , presses a thumb against Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook squeaks.
“Pretty”, Seokjin whispers again and rubs soft circles against his hole, not dipping inside, not really pushing, just massaging. It might be the most intimate touch Jungkook’s ever received, and he's had guys eat his ass for breakfast. His orgasm is starting to build, and Seokjin hasn't even touched his dick. He tries to keep sucking on Seokjin’s fingers, but his tongue is getting tired,and he's losing focus.
Seokjin’s hands have him balanced on the knife edge of pleasure, and it becomes almost unbearable when Seokjin’s hand dips down and fully takes his dick in hand and strokes.
“Mmmph” , he whimpers and sucks in a deep breath, trying to think of something , anything, other than Seokjin’s long fingers squeezing and pulling at him, massaging his balls.
Seokjin just hums, the sound dark and satisfied. “You’re doing really well, sweetheart”, he says and Jungkook arches and strains against Seokjin’s thumb on his pink hole, the touch so delicate Jungkook wonder’s if he's feeling each and every ridge and furl of the skin there. “I’m so proud of how long you've lasted”.
