Obsession

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Orientation.
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"Seungmin...e-enough" he whispered, trying to gently push the man off of him, his hands being pinned down to the bed, as he let the kisses with trails of saliva and marks left behind, ignite into his skin. His breathing barely stable after feeling overwhelmed by the touch of the man's hands holding him still. He could feel Seungmin grow more desperate on top of him, a gut feeling telling him to get away from the man. But he just wanted to be good, yet he couldn't lay still with the man on top of him anymore.

"No".

The deep mumbled of words stumbling towards his ears, made a shiver run down his spine. His chest heaving up and down rapidly as he tried to find a solution to get away from him. Terrified of any form of possibilities, shaking relentlessly beneath him.

"P-please, I..don't want this" he spoke, knowing what Seungmin wanted. And he wasn't ready. To give any of that up. He felt scared something was going to happen, and that there wouldn't be anyone to stop anything that was going on.

His body started to move on its own, pushing away Seungmin that stood above him, trying to move away. But only got pulled closer in account to his actions.

He could feel his sweaty body against the sheets, how his legs tangled around the man's torso, how his hair stuck to his forehead. He sighed in defeat, letting the man attack him fully. Not that he wanted to give in, but he knew better than to fight back. Or else. He'd be in bad, bad trouble. He felt his breath get stuck in his throat again, whimpering in an uncomfortable tone as he felt himself being showed around. His stomach laying flat down on the sheets as he bit his lips, trying to keep in a loud shocking scream. He could feel the back of his shirt being lifted, making him hide his face in his arms, shaking tremendously in terror.

The air hit his moist skin, his breath being heard countless of times as he gazed at the white, boring and plain sheets beneath him. He tried to distract himself for whatever could've been happening in minutes away from now. His body halting for a second as colder and bigger hands that previously touched his bare body, he heard shuffling from behind.

"What is this about?".

The sound of Chan's voice echoed in his ear, he didn't know if he should be happy or not, but he couldn't help but to sigh in relief. Trying to get up and hopefully move away from them.

But the same hand kept him in place, a second one placed beneath his skirt, on top of his boxers where his butt was hiding beneath. He couldn't help but sniff back tears. Gripping the sheets as he tried to back away from the touch.

"Don't back away..tell me Seungmin..where you doing something behind my back?" Chan spat, looking at Seungmin with sharp eyes.

All he saw was a pair of desperate orbs, lingering onto Jeongin's body. His eyes practically eating up the boy alive.

"Want him" he barked back, going back to hovering over his fragile proportions, feeling the tiny piece of bones beneath his touch.

Chan backed away, amused by such an outbreak, and the further sentences he spoke around the younger male. Chan smirked, stepping infront of Jeongin who looked up at him, eyes glossy and shiny from pathetic tears. Far too amusing not to lose control in front of him.

"Darling..you let Seungmin have you with limited touch, alright?" Chan caressed his cheeks, grimacing at the wet liquid that continued to drip. His arm raising in an instant.

And before Jeongin could brace himself, he felt it. The sharp stinging pain that caused him to let out a painful cry, his head swung to the side as tears felt rapidly.

"Take his mouth, nothing else. Got it?!" Chan spoke sternly, glaring at Seungmin who nodded in pure delightfullness. Grabbing the boy's locks and yanking him to lay on his back.