Play with me (Jikook/Kookmin)

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I gently ran the blade along his collarbone, not cutting him yet, wanting to see how he would react to the cool metal against his skin. I watched him carefully, saw the goose bumps forming where the blade touched him, increased the pressure slightly and scraped a bloody trail. Raising my eyes to his face, I noticed that he had been staring at me for a long time. Again, no trace of fear, instead I saw... joy?

"What's the matter with you, why are you grinning like that?" I wanted to know and saw his smile become even brighter.

"You don't even believe how hot you look, knife in hand, greedily staring at my bleeding body... you want to lick the spot, don't you? Do it... and then cut even deeper..." he suggested and again I was speechless... how could he want that? I had expected a screaming, panicking and begging victim, not someone who encouraged me to cut even deeper. Thoughtfully, I paused... normally it unsettled me when something was very different from my expectations, it threw me off my game and I retreated to think about it for hours, but right now... I didn't want to retreat, I wanted to know where this was going, wanted to taste his blood... see when he would finally show fear. So I did what he said, licked the slightly bleeding wound, heard him sigh... why did he sigh? This had to burn like hell, didn't it?

"Fuck... Mister Killer... go on..." he gasped as I pulled away from him. I didn't know how I should feel, I was both excited and nervous because he was so totally unpredictable, but on the other hand, that's exactly why I was completely insecure. Perplexed, I looked at him, I wanted to torture him, but he seemed to want that... How much fun could it be if he wasn't afraid? But all those girls... they screamed, fought back, were panicked... but even that didn't make it more fun, that was the reason why I wanted to change my pattern... but had this small change really had such a big effect? Should this huge change now, then not bring me much more?

"What's the matter, Mr. Killer... don't you want to slit me up? At least a little?" came the provocative comment from my victim.

"Would you shut up, I can't stand listening to myself anymore..." I snapped at him, and he closed his mouth grinning, but kept looking at me challengingly. His look made me furious; why was he telling me what to do? Annoyed, I brought the knife up to his side, just under his arm, and in one swift movement down to his waist, cutting a little deeper this time. I heard him hiss... That was music to my ears at last; I had caused him pain and a triumphant grin spread across my lips. I gripped him firmly around the waist, let my fingertips glide over the wound and then licked the drops of blood from my fingers when our eyes met again. His eyes were large and dark, his lips slightly open, again I didn't see what I had expected... His face showed pure ecstasy, he bit his lip. Confused, I looked at him, hanging there on the ropes, with his upper body naked, only his underpants covering him, blood running from his wound, while he looked at me with a lascivious look... my heart suddenly beat faster and my breathing became irregular. Everything in my stomach tightened and I felt... good... clearer than usual... the sadness was no longer so present. What was going on here? Had he really drawn me in so much with his strange ways that I was now reacting strangely too? I decided not to question it anymore, to concentrate on him instead, to study how he reacted to the pain I inflicted on him. So I came close to him again, heard him breathe in excitedly as I applied my tongue again. I ran it all the way down, put my hands around his narrow waist as he began to sigh contentedly again. When I wanted to stand up to look at his face again, my gaze remained fixed on his crotch. Shocked, I opened my eyes wide.

"You get a fucking hard-on when you're hurt?"