"But all of you is only for me." Every single part of Seokjin belonged to him. All of it was his and his alone. None of it was meant for anyone else's eyes. He hated that there were people every single day who saw him with his clothing on. Without the marks that littered his neck and throat and collar bone.
He wanted those marks there now. Reaching up and wrapped his hand around that slender throat and squeezed, just enough to make sure the imprint of his fingers would remain. Dug them in harshly enough to bruise and watched as those eyes fell closed. As that head fell back and a moan fell from those swollen lips.
How could one person possibly be so incredibly perfect? Like Seokjin had been created with the intention of being just for him.
Muscles strained as he pushed himself up, hand flexing and tightening against the corded flesh beneath his finger tips. Dug his nails into the surface so harshly he was sure he felt the skin give and break. Sighed at the sound that rose up and fell from the other's mouth.
"Lay on your back, sweetheart. Let daddy get you ready for him." Or maybe that would be the punishment. The bloody marks that were now lining the other's throat. A row of perfectly formed half moon indentations, all sliced into the pale flesh. They would scar, light little things that would be the first proof of him.
"There are things in the dresser. Top drawer" Seokjin was so obedient. Listened to him so well. Practically fell onto his hands and knees as he was allowed to move. Rolled over onto his back and barely even bothered to lift a hand to the freshly created wounds. Like he wanted them to bleed. Like he wanted them to scar.
Leaving the heat that radiated from the other's body was almost painful, and his legs shook as he moved to stand. A tremble that he tried desperately to hide. Tried to keep what Seokjin did to him at bay. Tried to keep it from being seen. That was far more power and far more control than he ever planned to give up, and he had always given up so much of it.
Moved across the space to the heavy wooden dresser. Slid out the top drawer and was met with a playground that he had never been expecting. Neat little stacks of pretty scrapes of lace and silk in so many colors and he plucked up the first pair he saw, a tiny pair of pure white and thought about how good his baby would look in them. Rubbed the fabric between his fingers and thought about the way it would look stretched over Seokjin's ass. Thought about flinging them at him and telling him to put them on, because he desperately wanted to fuck him in them.
"Mm, you're my good boy, right baby?" It was deep and thick and he would never admit to the way he had to fight to keep the urgency out of his voice.
"Yes daddy." It was a soft whine, like Seokjin was trying to hold back so many things.
"Then put these on for me." It was so easy to fling the tiny little scrape of fabric that could barely be called underwear across the space that separated them. And he watched as they landed on Seokjin's stomach, eyes widening at the sight. But he snatched them, scrambled up and pushed the boxers down over his wide hips and thick thighs. Turned around and slipped his feet through the holes of the panties and pulled them up, white lace stretching to accommodate the beautiful roundness of his ass.
And he had been so right. They looked so incredible.
"Such a good baby. You always listen to daddy so well." Maybe that was one of the things he loved about Seokjin most. How willingly he just went along with all. How he never questioned. Never complained, Just did what he was told. "Now lay down and spread those legs for me."
He had to grip the heavy wooden bulk of the dresser to stop himself from falling as his legs grew weak at the sight. His beautiful baby lifting himself onto the mattress, spreading himself out so perfectly. Legs bending and falling apart like rose petals in full bloom.
God he was so lucky.
He barely remembered what his original task had been. And it was only the sight of that fabric straining against the cleft of that round ass, hiding away the pretty pink entrance that he knew should be winking away at him, that brought forth the reminder. Turning his attention back to the drawer, he discovered the little tube of lubricate, smiling at how full it still was.
Seokjin was so incredibly perfect that he was always ready for him. Always stuffed himself full of his own fingers, stretching his walls and keeping them open and ready.
Crawling onto the end of the bed, he spread his own powerful thighs, easing some of the tension that was currently being placed on his own hard cock. The friction caused by the thin material of his boxers was almost unbearable, constricting him into such a confined space. But he endured it, a pleasurable sort of torture that only made the end result better.
Flicked the cap open and poured some into his waiting palm. Drug two fingers through it and shifted, nudging one of those legs higher, until the calf was resting on his shoulder. Until all he had to do was turn his head to press a kiss against the smooth skin, another hidden aspect that he secretly enjoyed. That Seokjin took such good care of himself. That he invested so much into his appearance. That his scent was light and sweet and bright. That his skin was pale and fresh and soft.
Sunk his teeth into the expanse of thick thigh and smiled at the sound it brought. A moan mixed with a whine and he repeated the action, until the flesh had turned into a pattern of bright red and swirling purple that would deepen over time. Little reminders of him.
Nudged the white fabric that could laughingly be called underwear out of the way, tugging it to the side and letting the pad of his middle finger circle the tight entrance. Slipped inside to the first knuckle and gasped as it clenched, trying to suck the intrusion in rather than push it out. Smiled as Seokjin relaxed, took him so well that it barely took anything to slip in a second finger along with the first.
Thrust them in and out slowly, until he felt the walls around them give and stretch. Until he slipped in another, knowing that it probably burned. But his baby just took it. Moaned out his pleasure and arched his back. Slipped in a forth and scissored them, pressed the pads against that bundle of nerves and felt the body around them shake. Watched as those bright eyes disappeared and words of nonsense started to flow out of those pretty lips.
