Dexsany, Academy Of Witchcraft {L.Mh - H.Js}

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(WARNING: KINKY)

Jisung looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was all over the place and his lips were red and swollen. He was wearing a black harness Minho had given to him. At first he though he would feel embarrassed, being so exposed, but at the same time so restricted. But to his own surprise, he felt good. For some reason, the tight leather against his skin made him more sexually confident than he'd ever felt. Normally, he would feel this weird guilt in his stomach, like he was doing something bad, or disgusting. However, that usual feeling was completely gone. He wasn't doing anything wrong, he never had.

No matter how many times Minho had fantasized about the younger like this, nothing could ever get close to seeing it in real life.
He was just beautiful.
His light skin contrasted the leather beautifully, and the shy but lustful expression on his face was more than Minho could ever have asked for. He was using his hands to cover up as much as possible, and Minho was more than aware that it was only to tease him.
"Fuck."

While Jisung had been changing, which had taken a while, as the younger had never put on a leather harness (with an excessive amounts of straps), Minho had mt'd himself back to his room at home, fetching a seemingly innocent gym bag.

"Get on the bed." Minho's voice was raspy, something that made the command even more attractive. Jisung gulped, nodding his head.
Jisung was slow, Minho was impatient.

"When i tell you to do something, you fucking do it." He growled, harshly grabbing the younger's neck. Pushing him forward, making his knees buckle underneath him. Minho pushed his face into the covers, making him whimper as the exposed parts of his chest hit the cold silk covers.
"What do you say when you disobey me?" Minho grunted.
"I'm sorry." Jisung's voice was muffled by the covers.
"That's what i fucking thought." Minho growled, letting go of the younger.
He knew better than to move.

"Hands behind your back." Minho ordered and Jisung immediately complied.
Jisung could hear Minho rumbling through the gym bag, but he didn't dare to look back. The sound of metal kinking together made the younger shiver, knowing exactly what the older was doing.
In a matter of seconds, he could feel the cold metal tighten around his wrists, making him let out a loud gasp in surprise.
He could feel himself getting harder, as the tight straps, and now cold metal gnawing on his skin, made him feel so submissive. Minho could do whatever he desired with him.

"Turn around baby." Minho's voice was strict. He clumsily managed to turn around, leaning on the bed-frame.
Minho was still wearing his boxers, something Jisung found extremely unfair, as he was all out in the open. It was still completely obvious that he also was hard, or at least had a semi, but Jisung still wanted him naked.

"I can see you looking baby. Want this off?" Minho tugged on the lining on his boxers, making Jisung nod furiously.
"Use your words." Minho growled at him.
"Yes, please let me see." Jisung's voice wasn't more than a whisper.
"Louder." Minho took a step towards the sitting younger.
"Yes!" He cried out, sitting up straighter.
"Good boy." Minho smirked, leaning down to his level.

"Beg."