Please. (DaeJong, rated M, PWP)
It always ended up like this.
Jongup looking down as Daehyun licked up his gently defined bare chest, a certain deviant glint in his eye, the glint he knew far too well. The younger of the two choked out a gentle moan as his hands gripped at the ropes that bound his wrists to the metal bedframe, tiny electric shocks of pleasure shooting through his body.
Daehyun moved up and kissed at the boy’s neck, nipping, sucking, hands tracing down the bulges of muscles in Jongup’s torso, breath hot and heavy in his ear. He knew just how to drive the dancer completely insane, and never once did he refuse the chance to abuse that knowledge. He nipped at his earlobe and tugged, and Jongup let out another gentle moan, and Daehyun raised a hand to cover his mouth. “Quiet.” And Jongup bit into his lip in attempt to comply, nodding. He would let Daehyun do absolutely anything to him, just as long as he didn’t stop. And he knew the vocalist wouldn’t.
Jongup endured this torture quite frequently. Daehyun was never a one guy kind of person, he hopped from one to the next, whoever was the flavor of the week, but he always returned to Jongup for an easy fix - he’d never said no to him, and wouldn’t start now. He felt Daehyun’s hand grab hold of his length and grip it tightly - that perfect spot between pain and pleasure, and began pumping as he studded Jongup’s neck with tiny strawberry marks, and though they both knew they’d have to be covered, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that in this moment, Jongup belonged to Daehyun and nobody else. Jongup wore those marks with pride as long as he was allowed to. He bucked up into Daehyun’s fist with a tiny, breathy moan and heard Daehyun’s dark little chuckle at his reaction. He went faster and Jongup squirmed beneath him, his breath coming faster and faster and then Daehyun pulled away.
The boy growled out in frustration and glared up at him, scowling up at the older. How could he treat him like this? They both knew what they wanted, and Jongup hated being teased. He hated it, and Daehyun loved that he hated it. The singer moved down and darted his tongue over the tip of Jongup’s swollen cock, licking up the precum, smirking up at him like the arrogant bitch that he was. “Do you want me, Jonguppie?” He cooed up at him, and that glint never left his dark eyes. “Hm?”
Jongup nodded.
“Say it.” He said, and gave the swollen member another lick, and Jongup moaned helplessly.
“Yes.”
“Hm?”
“I want you, Daehyun, you know I want you, stop playing around.”
Daehyun pulled back and sat on his knees, cocking his head as he studied the naked boy bound to the bed. “I didn’t like that attitude.” He said softly, refusing to touch the boy as he thrashed in protest. The reality was though, his pants were growing very tight at Jongup’s demanding words, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. “Try again.”
“Daehyun, fuck me. Now.” Jongup growled, pulling at the ropes that held him back from taking Daehyun by the neck and forcing those beautiful full lips back on his cock.
The singer rolled his eyes. “You know, if you won’t cooperate, I know someone who will.”
“Please, hyung.”
That caught Daehyun’s attention. He looked down into the boy’s eyes, who had seemingly stopped his tantrum for now.
“Please.” He begged again, voice down to a raspy whisper. “Take me, Daehyun. Please take me.”
Daehyun smirked at that, knowing that he’d give into him eventually. He stood to pull off his jeans, those being the only things that kept him from being completely naked, and moved to the drawer to pull out a tiny tube of lube and a condom, while Jongup watched, flushed, eyeliner left over from that night’s performance smudged over his eyes. Daehyun then grabbed the boy and unceremoniously flipped him over, arms crossed over his head, and Jongup drew up his knees instinctively, knowing what would happen next. He was uncomfortable, and Daehyun knew that but didn’t care. Jongup was getting what he asked for.
The older of the pair moved behind him and squeezed a fair amount of lube onto two fingers before pushing them roughly inside the other boy, who cried out desperately at his touch, pushing against the digits. He let out the prettiest little moans as he stroked the boy’s prostate, and scissor his fingers to loosen him up - he needed to do this every time. No matter how many times he’d fucked him, he was always so tight.
Jongup whined out in protest when Daehyun pulled away to roll the condom on, but those whines melted into frantic, jumpy moans when he shoved his cock inside of him instead, and grabbed his defined hips hard enough to bruise, and began furiously thrusting into him, hitting just the right spots each time.
Daehyun’s beautiful little cries mingled in the air, mixing with Jongup’s pleading moans, and Daehyun loved to watch him squirm beneath him, bucking up against his thrusts as if his very life depended on it. Watching Jongup transform from the innocent, lost little puppy to his personal little whore was probably his biggest turn-ons, and though he had only been inside that tight, hot opening a short time, he already felt close to climax.
Jongup clawed at the rope, biting into his lip to keep from getting too loud as Daehyun slammed into him relentlessly, voice growing hoarse from his cries and his body trembled. He felt the heat bubbling up inside him as Daehyun stroked all the right places, and whimpered, “Daehyun, I’m gonna-“
“No you’re not. Not yet.” Daehyun demanded, and Jongup shouted out in anger, though complied. He was losing control as Daehyun abused his body and was unable to think of anything but release, and it only got worse as the vocalist moved a hand down to stroke him roughly again. His thrusts were beginning to lose any notion of a pattern as he slammed his full length into the small body beneath him, and as soon as he let go of Jongup’s length, they came in unison, the younger boy’s seed covering Daehyun’s hand and the sheets below them.
They stayed like that a moment, riding the afterglow and panting heavily, bodies glistening with sweat, before Daehyun pulled out and disposed of the full condom in the trashcan near the bed, and undid Jongup’s restraints. The boy rolled onto his back and rubbed at the marks on his wrists, looking listlessly up at Daehyun, who just smirked groggily before bending over, grabbing his hair and forcing a rough kiss onto his lips, before grabbing his pants from the floor and simply exiting the room as if nothing had happened.
Jongup lay on the bed, chest heaving and body hot all over, still shaking from orgasm. The sheets could be cleaned tomorrow, and he’d take a shower in the morning. He was exhausted now, as he always was after Daehyun’s visits. He closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep as Daehyun moved to another room, with another victim, and tied his wrists to their own bedframe to begin the game again.