Make You Feel My Love

I Like It, You Love It

Chan POV

"Is that good?" he asked, his eyes bright, feral. "Not too tight, yeah?" he asked, concerned.

"Your rope work is perfect as always, Kit." I smirked and he patted my thigh before pecking me quickly.

"Gotta tightening the double knot one more time." He teased... thinking he was funny. His mouth pressed against my neck, wet and sloppy, leaving a kiss print on my skin.

"Ha, ha, Kit." I rolled my eyes, smiling anyway- loving when he peppered inside jokes with his flirting.

He stepped back after adjusting the red ropes one more time, admiring his work. I was seated in the sturdy armchair we kept in our room- which was usually covered in laundry I thought I could wear one more time before washing. 

It's real purpose was this. I'd discovered after walking in on Jeongin self-pleasuring that I very much enjoy watching him enjoy himself. Paired with his skill in bondage and we had the perfect see, can't touch scenario.

And he enjoyed tormenting me by making me watch and not participate. 

I liked it...He loved it.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

I tugged my arm, finding the restraints effective but not painful, my forearms lashed to the wooden arms of the chair, my ankles fixed to the front two supports of my seat. He'd removed my shirt but left my boxers on this time, and I was buzzing with what he might do. "Are you ready?" he asked, wandering through the room, gathering his supplies.

I watched intently as toys and lube and appeared from the silk lined wooden chest he no longer hid in the closet, but had moved to the compartment below his night stand. My mouth was salivating and dry at the same time and I nodded, rasping out a quiet "yes."

"I want to try something tonight." He said softly, walking back over to me. He crawled onto my lap, which put his chest right in my face. He pressed my face between his pecs, slowly, letting my mouth kiss over his skin above his black tank top.

"Whatever you want, Baby." I cooed, burying my face in his chest, breathing in the smell of his cologne. He sank lower, spreading his thighs over my lap until his face was before me, his hands cupping my face on either side, pulling to him for a lingering kiss.

"You can't be mad at me if you don't like it..." he warned.

I smiled against his lips, murmuring. "You can't make me mad, Baby."

"Don't be so sure about that." He warned. "Maybe, if it's too much to handle, just use your safe word?" he suggested and I furrowed my brows but nodded, not at all understanding how watching him could be too much for me.

"Of course, Baby. If it's too out of my comfort zone, Starlost it will be, okay?"

He looked down into my eyes, like he wasn't sure I was being honest. It made me wonder what the hell he had planned that I could possible not like. "Okay then..." He conceded when he realized I wasn't going to back out.

He stood, getting his phone, scrolling. No doubt he was selecting music, making it the full sensory experience. He smirked and music flowed through the speaker I kept on my nightstand, filling the room with a slow, sexy vibe. He turned toward me, unbuttoning his jeans, swaying to the music, his hands flowing over his own body as he moved, putting on a slow, sensual strip tease for me.

"Holy god, Kit." I groaned. He was in no hurry it seemed- having already gotten off once. The same could not be said for me. I loved this tease routine, I did, but my dick was already becoming impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel his warmth wrapped around it. I focused on breathing, watching as he slithered out of his pants, twirling and doing a languid body roll. His eyes were narrowed, dark and watching me react to his sexy moves- the definition of a siren. His hands wound in his tank top, bunching it and pulling it in time with the music, slowly, teasingly until he removed it fully.