Intoxiqué

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Warning: Some abuse at the end. As in: whipping, burning, & cutting.

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Kyungsoo can't see.

Two weeks. Just that morning, he'd circled the fourteenth day since he'd been, more or less, invited to live with Jongin on the calendar. Two weeks of wild passion and roughness that Kyungsoo wants on repeat every day. Again and again and again.

This is how Jongin proposes to celebrate it. Kyungsoo's eyelashes flutter against the tie draped tightly around his head, shielding his vision. It's smooth. He remembers it being dark blue before Jongin took it off himself and put it on Kyungsoo.

He's been in bondage before. It wasn't anything special. With Jongin, though, it's exhilerating.

His ankles are secured to the bed's bottom posts; wrists to the top ones. He can hear Jongin shuffling about the room, and begins to tremble when the mattress shifts, leaning under Jongin's weight as he joins Kyungsoo on it.

"Congratulations."

Kyungsoo smiles in response. Jongin sounds as happy as he feels. It pleases him. He was made to satisfy others, but never really got it in return. Yet, when he makes Jongin happy, he feels happy, too. Kyungsoo thinks it's a win-win situation.

Jongin's hands ghost over his body agonizingly slow. When Kyungsoo arches into his touch, the contact leaves. He forces himself to become one with the sheets again and Jongin's hands immediately return to their rightful place on his skin.

With one sense put on mute, everything else is overly-sensitive. Kyungsoo feels seared by those hot palms. Everyone of Jongin's sighs and groans sound louder and more sexual than they actually are. The pleasure skyrockets tenfold, and all Jongin's doing is touching him.

Kyungsoo's a mess by the time Jongin's hands reach his inner thighs. Instinctively, he moves to spread them. The two red ties around his ankles restrict him. He whines in protest, and Jongin lets out a soft chuckle.

"I like to see you fall apart when I'm doing no more than teasing you."

"Oh, please..."

Jongin's gummy smile is unseen, but Kyungsoo can hear it in Jongin's next laugh. It fades away as quickly as it comes, and Kyungsoo knows Jongin's serious again. His predatory stance is slowly taking over. Kyungsoo wishes it would hurry up.

Jongin admires him for a few moments. This...this...is his. At least, he thinks it is. Jongin can't bear the thought of someone else getting to enjoy Kyungsoo like this. No way. From now on, Jongin has full property rights to this delicious creation of nature.

His lips meet Kyungsoo's skin. It's littered with bite marks, all Jongin's. The previous ones have all healed, belonging to forgotten conquerers, but Jongin's are fresh. They're reminders to Kyungsoo in the morning when he wakes up. He's Jongin's.

Kyungsoo moves to accompany his mouth, gasping when Jongin's teeth graze his ribcage, gently leaving barely visible lines of their presence. Jongin then switches to gentle kisses, spreading them across a sucked-in stomach down to a twitching, aching cock.

Kyungsoo wants desperately to see when he feels Jongin's breathe on his tip, followed by a scorching heat enveloping his entire member. Jongin's lips must look so pretty around him... Kyungsoo whimpers, begging to be released.

Jongin only replies with small suckles, fondling Kyungsoo's shaking thighs as he drags him into orgasm with his mouth. Kyungsoo pulls on the white ties around his wrists, pleading and pleading. Jongin pulls back.