You're So Hypnotizing

Take Me

It had been a few days after that incident, Jongin's mom having, essentially, cock blocked them, insisting on giving Kyungsoo cookies, to which he did not decline. I mean, c'mon? Who declines chocolate chip cookies! They were heavenly.

Kyungsoo, thanks to Jongin's mother's cock blocking, "helped" Jongin with the squeeze theory, still believing that the other actually needed the help.

Jongin was a bit upset after Kyungsoo left, remembering how close he was until Kyungsoo pulled away. He came, alone, in his bedroom a few hours later to the image of Kyungsoo giving him a blowjob, not as satisfying as the original, but it'll have to do for now.

This happened for a while, their tutor session starting off sexual, but right before Jongin comes, Kyungsoo pulls off and goes on like he didn't just nearly suck Jongin to completion.

To say this was getting on the dancer's nerves was an understatement, Jongin was pissed off after the sixth time. He was always so close then it was ripped from him. He felt like a kid watching someone take his candy away.

Not this time. Jongin had a plan. He was going to ex'act (couldn't resist) revenge on Kyungsoo, no more Mr. Passive guy.

It started out like usual, Jongin leading Kyungsoo to his bedroom, but instead of heading over to his desk like normal, he lead Kyungsoo over to his bed, pushing him back onto it.

Kyungsoo had a slight smirk on his lips, but the short brunet had no idea what was soon to happen.

Jongin climbed onto the bed, gently pushing Kyungsoo further up the bed till his head was resting on a conveniently placed pillow, not noticing the sparkle of metal attached to the bedposts.

Jongin leaned down, catching the other in a passionate kiss, distractingly biting on his bottom lip.

Kyungsoo was so caught up in the fierce kiss that he didn't realize anything amiss until he heard the sound of a click to his right, breaking the kiss to look.

His wrist was caught in a leather hand cuff, the metal on the exterior winking at him.

While Kyungsoo was staring at his right wrist, Jongin snapped his left wrist into another leather hand cuff.

Jongin pulled back from Kyungsoo to survey his work, smirking as Kyungsoo struggled against the restraints.

"Jong-" Kyungsoo started, his words interrupted by a low moan due to Jongin'a teasing fingers flicking his nipple beneath his shirt.

Jongin smirked, tweaking the other's nipple as he watched Kyungsoo's mouth widen into another moan.

Jongin pushed the other's shirt up till it was bunched up around his shoulders, leaning down to suck on the other's nipple, biting down on the flesh as he listened to Kyungsoo's pitched moans and gasps.

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he did to the other, pulling back once the nubs were hardened.

He trailed his lips down the other's smooth chest to his stomach, sucking a hickey into existence. He stopped at the top of Kyungsoo's pants, brown orbs shifting up to look at his prey.

Kyungsoo's eyes were blown wide with lust, a pink tongue darted out to lick at his drying lips.

Jongin undid the other's pants, pulling them down in one fluid motion, bringing the other's boxers down with them.

Kyungsoo gasped at the sudden whoosh of cold air on his hardening dick.

Jongin didn't waste anytime, swallowing down the other's cock the moment Kyungsoo gasped.

Kyungsoo let out a soft cry, hips involuntarily bucking up into the warmth surrounding his girth.

Jongin, luckily, didn't have a gag reflex so when the other bucked, he let the other's cock further travel down his throat, swallowing around it.

Kyungsoo's moan was loud and high pitched, his head thrown back against the pillow, hands tugging uselessly at the cuffs linking him to the bed.

Jongin tasted the bitter precum slipping down his throat, swallowing around the other's cock once more before easing up, slowly pulling off the other's dick, lightly sucking at the tip before he released the other's cock with a pop.

Kyungsoo's frustrated groan was an echo of the ones Jongin used to utter.

Jongin smirked down at Kyungsoo, watching the other come down from almost orgasming.

Kyungsoo bit his lip, brown orbs glaring daggers at Jongin, who shrugged innocently at him.

"What? I was only returning the favor~" Jongin winked, sitting back on the bed as he watched Kyungsoo struggle against the restraints.

"Fine, fine," the short brunet snapped, tugging against the cuffs as he added,"take these off."

"Nope... I like how you look in those~" Jongin shook his head, smiling mischievously.

Kyungsoo let out a soft whine, kicking his feet at Jongin, who in surprise, fell off the bed.

Kyungsoo's laughter gave Jongin's inside a funny feeling, akin to those butterflies fluttering in one's stomach.

Jongin stood up, staring at a laughing Kyungsoo. He stuck his tongue out at Kyungsoo, who laughed even more.

Jongin felt even more inclined to just leave Kyungsoo there.

Kyungsoo, seemingly remembering that he's chained to the bed, licks his lips before staring at Jongin with a rather serious expression.

"Jongin.... Take me, fuck me till I can't remember who I am."