Play with me (Jikook/Kookmin)

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"Well, if you do such hot things to me, Mr. Killer," my victim grinned, and once again I wondered what was wrong with him.

"But how am I supposed to enjoy torturing you if you enjoy it?" I looked at him, perplexed.

"Think about it, if you like to torture and I like to be tortured... it's good for both of us. Do I really have to scream for you to get off?" He tilted his head and came a little closer, as far as the restraints would allow.

"My groans sound a lot hotter." He licked his lips seductively, on which I still saw traces of blood. My heart beat a little faster and I felt the desire to lick them too. Was that because of the blood? But I would be lying if I said that his lips weren't attractive.

"Even if it is hot... er would be... what would I do with you then? You're a man." My eyes were narrowed to slits as I asked him, not knowing if I wanted an answer at all.

"Does torturing and killing turn you on, or do you just enjoy it for its own sake? What does it give you? If I were a woman, what would you do to me?" Grinning, he pointed to the large box of condoms in my playroom. I stood there thoughtfully, the knife clenched tightly in my hand.

"You'd do it, wouldn't you? It turns you on, don't lie... but does it have to be fear, is fear your motive? I don't think so... it's the power you have, the power over life and death, the power to make blood flow, that's why your eyes shine with every wound you inflict on me, that's why you love the taste, because you made it well up, it's yours and you don't want to waste it. And if I give you my blood, I want you to cut me open... then why can't you do to me what you would have done to any other victim? You owe me that." His words made me dizzy, his suggestion was so far outside of anything I knew, not that it was repulsive to me, I just never considered the possibility. And then again and again the question of why he was like that, how could a victim be so demanding and demanding, why did he beg for sex and not for his life?

"What's wrong with you? You're not normal..." I whispered, whereupon he looked me intensely in the eye.

"What is normal for you? You're not normal either... We're the same, you and I, but still different. We can learn so much from each other... and give each other what we need." His voice sounded so enticing, his words lulled me and I leaned towards his lips, wanting to know if he tasted as good without all the blood. When we touched, I closed my eyes and just felt how soft his mouth was. He sighed contentedly, opened his mouth for me and let me taste him. As if electrified, I dropped the knife and pulled him closer to me, let my tongue explore his mouth and didn't mind that he rubbed against me excitedly. The kiss became more and more intense and wild, I completely lost myself in him... but then my thoughts started to race, I didn't want to stand still anymore and I pushed him away. I picked up the knife and ran out of the room before I locked it and threw myself under the covers in my bed upstairs, where I whimpered softly to myself.