be careful, i'm like fire
Title: Be Careful, I'm Like Fire
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Waxplay, BDSM themes, Facials.
Length: 1900 words
Summary: There is no summary. Hot wax and feelings.
Yongguk tied the knot of the blindfold tight around Himchan's head, bowing his head to catch Himchan's lips in a quick, lingering kiss.
"Don't move," Yongguk whispered. Himchan nodded faintly, clenching his hands around the bindings holding his wrists to the two sides of the bed. Himchan swallowed nervously, and Yongguk watched his Adam's apple bob and smiled, even though Himchan couldn't see it. He shifted on the bed, kneeling beside Himchan, who was spread naked on his back.
Yongguk started trailing his hands down Himchan's body, soothing the soft, milky skin already covered by a thin layer of sweat, glowing in the warm light of the candles scattered around the room. Himchan, devoid of his sight and power to move, shivered under Yongguk's every touch, the sensation of the leather gloves new on his skin, foreign and exciting. Yongguk's hand stopped by his stomach, heavy, possessive, and Himchan's back arched into it, muscles tensing, cock throbbing in anticipation of a touch that he knew wouldn't come, yet.
Yongguk delighted in Himchan's needy reactions, staring at his blindfolded and tied treasure trembling from the mere stroke of his fingertips. He smirked, satisfied, and moved around again, reaching for the bedside table. Yongguk grabbed hold of one of the red paraffin candles, handling it carefully in his gloved hands, the flickering light still burning bright. Under the flame, a little pool of melted wax had formed. Yongguk studied the quantity and put the candle back on the table. He still needed a bit more. Himchan started fidgeting on the bed.
"Bbang, what are you doing?" Himchan asked, a whiny hitch in his voice. He had no clue what Yongguk was going to do to him, but he hadn't been touched for too long. He lifted his legs, the only part of his body still free to move, pressing his feet flat on the mattress and spreading his thighs, rubbing his ass on the sheets.
Yongguk stopped him with a firm hand on his stomach, a caring, yet stern touch that meant to stop moving. Not to go against Yongguk's orders. Himchan caught the message and stilled, his chest heaving slowly. By now his cock was fully hard, dripping beads of precum.
It was by no means the first time he found himself tied and blindfolded on their bed, experimenting the wilder sides of their sexual life, testing the extremes they could reach every time. Himchan most of the times received. Sometimes he gave, too. But this was the first time Himchan didn't know just what Yongguk would be up to. The black silk had been tied over his eyes before he even stepped into the room. He had learned to focus on his other senses when one, or more, were lacking. But he didn't want to. This, the not knowing, the electric jolts of frightened anticipation, got him off harder than any other kinky shit they had tried. It scared him too, but the infinite amount of trust involved in this worked as the strongest safety net. He knew Yongguk wouldn't push him off. He knew Yongguk would never hurt him, unless Himchan asked him to.
Yongguk nodded to himself, leaning down to kiss Himchan's chest. He lavished the pale skin, Himchan's sweat tasting sweet and bitter on his tongue. Yongguk licked his way to his nipples, sucking the pink, perky buds one by one in his mouth, eliciting a long keen of pleasure from Himchan's lips. Himchan's legs fell shut, knees pressed together.
"Bbang, Bbang- Yongguk," Himchan gasped, tugging uselessly at the ties around his wrists. "Touch me, please, please touch me."
Yongguk didn't answer, on the contrary, he slipped away from Himchan's body, turning his attention back to the candles on the nightstand. He grabbed the one he chose before, humming. "Patience, Channie."
Yongguk blew out the candle, curls of smoke floating in the air before him, the faintest trace of vanilla in its scent. He wrapped his hands around the glass pot, and dipped the tip of a finger in the little puddle of melted wax, feeling the warmth through the thick layer of the leather glove.
Himchan started thrashing on the bed again, fighting against his restraints, sweat drops running down his neck. Himchan had never been a very patient man, that much Yongguk knew. And for Yongguk was kind, he decided to end the tortured anticipation.
He tilted the candle, hovering high above Himchan's torso, and slowly, thick drops of hot wax dripped on Himchan's stomach, on the delicate spot between his ribs and navel. Himchan yelped, his back arching impossibly high, muscles clenching painfully. Shaky breaths left his lips between whimpers. The wax was unexpected, burning, searing. Himchan felt the slow burn seep in his skin, the pain subsiding into hints of pleasure.
Yongguk stared. He simply stared at Himchan, at the red wax cooling on Himchan's fair skin, at how wonderful Himchan looked. His dick throbbed, uncomfortable in his tight jeans, and Yongguk swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "Is it good?" Yongguk asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Himchan's head snapped towards the direction of Yongguk's voice, breath ragged. Yongguk was tempted to take off the blindfold, to search the approval in Himchan's eyes and the lust shining in his pupils. But he waited. Himchan nodded, biting his lips, still uselessly trying to reach for Yongguk, and Yongguk knew this meant he wanted more. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Yongguk held Himchan still with a hand on his hip, rubbing circles on his hipbone. He lowered the candle, closer than the first time, and poured the wax still on the previous spot, painting it in wide red stripes. Then, he aimed under Himchan's navel. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Himchan hissed. Wax pooled into his navel and in the dip of his hipbones. It felt so good, so good.
Yongguk was getting insanely turned on. He moved the candle very close above Himchan's chest, pouring some in the center, and rubbing it in circles with his free hand. Himchan knew what was coming next. He almost jumped from the bed when wax dripped on his sensitive nipples, a scream ripping Himchan's throat, his whole body tense. "Yongguk. God, Yongguk" Himchan choked, taking huge gulps of air, his ears missing the answering grunt from the man above him. Himchan loved when his nipples were played with, but the sensation of the wax was completely new. It dried and stuck to his skin quickly. It pulled and burned, exquisite on and under his skin. Every muscle of his twitched in waves of mind-blowing pleasure and pain. It was almost too much.
"You like this, baby?" Yongguk asked, his voice so strained he didn't sound like himself. "Are you close, Channie?"
Himchan nodded, so fervently he almost pulled off the blindfold. His damp, brown hair was sticking to his forehead. a tousled mess from rubbing on the pillow. Himchan bit his lips. "Yes, yes, fuck." He felt so close to release, and his dick had never been touched by Yongguk once. "I'm so close, Bbang," he said, rubbing his thighs together.
Yongguk caught the action and couldn't help himself. He threw the candle, the wax had completely solidified, and grabbed a new one. Yongguk blew the candle off and moved his way between Himchan's legs, pushing Himchan's supple thighs open with his free hand, and sat back on his calves between them.
"Himchan," Yongguk called, focusing Himchan's attention on him. "This will burn a little," he said, and without hesitation, Yongguk lowered the candle on Himchan's inner thighs, pouring hot wax on the most sensitive part of Himchan's body, and Yongguk's favorite. Himchan's moans were obscene. Yongguk was very much gone himself, he used his free hand to rub himself through his jeans and kept painting Himchan's thighs with the other. He poured some on each thigh, he watched the wax dribble all the way to Himchan's ass and spread on his cheeks.
Yongguk could only catch the rapid breaths leaving Himchan's lips, the pleading sounds of his name being called. He saw Himchan's dick straining against his stomach, painfully red, Himchan close to sobbing above him, desperately trying to move, to reach out and touch himself, touch Yongguk. He had enough.
Yongguk left the candle on the nightstand, moved on top of Himchan and took off the blindfold, sealing Himchan's lips with his in a heady kiss, his tongue ravaging Himchan's mouth. Himchan gasped, "Bbang," wrapping his legs around Yongguk's waist.
"I'll make you come so hard, baby," Yongguk whispered on Himchan's lips, rubbing his clothed cock on Himchan's. He kissed Himchan once more and crawled back down his body.
"I took the blindfold off so you could see this. So you could see how beautiful you are." Yongguk said, touching the dried wax on Himchan's belly. "A piece of art." He was breathing on Himchan's cock, watching it twitch. Yongguk grinned. "And so you could see me doing this." Yongguk finally took Himchan's dick in his mouth, sucking him off fast, without teasing. He relaxed his jaw and took him whole, missing the pull of Himchan's hand in his hair, but relishing in his high-pitched whines and Himchan's thighs around his head, Himchan's heels pressing down his shoulders, dried wax sticking to Yongguk's hair.
Yongguk pulled back and licked up a broad stripe from the base to the tip, tongued the slit, sucking on the head. Yongguk gave a strong suck, dug his fingers in Himchan's asscheeks and Himchan came hard, his whole body spasming, dick pressed deep in the back of Yongguk's throat, a crescendo of "Yongguk, Yongguk, Yongguk," on the tip of his tongue. Yongguk swallowed, milking Himchan clean.
Yongguk pulled off and laid his head on Himchan's thigh, his lips shiny with spit and come. Himchan was panting, coming down from the high, but he wouldn't leave Yongguk dry. "Come here," Himchan said, his voice hoarse. Yongguk complied, crawling back on top Himchan. Himchan shook his head. "No. Come here."
"Oh." Yongguk got the hint. He sat over Himchan's chest, knees on both side of his torso, unzipped his jeans and took out his cock, hard and heavy in his hand. A couple of tugs, his eyes on Himchan, who was smirking up at Yongguk, spent, ruined, beautiful, was all it took and Yongguk was cumming all over Himchan's face, spurts of cum hitting his lips, cheeks, and nose, some of it landing in his hair. When he had released everything he had, Yongguk slumped down.
"That was a hell lot of cum," Himchan said. Yongguk laughed and kissed Himchan nonetheless, breathless. He licked himself off Himchan's lips, and cleaned the rest of Himchan's face with the blankets.
Yongguk finally untied Himchan's wrists and Himchan happily stretched his sore muscles and rubbed his bruised wrists. He wrapped himself around Yongguk, moving as much as he could with the wax pulling and cracking on his skin.
"Fuck, Bang Yongguk," Himchan sighed, his nose tucked in the crook of Yongguk's neck. "You just gave me another reason to love you. Asshole." Yongguk snorted, and Himchan also chuckled. "I love you so much."
Yongguk smiled, his wide, gummy smile, and held Himchan tighter to his chest, heart full and spilling. "I love you too, Channie." He said, kissing the top of Himchan's head. Yongguk paused, then. "About fucking Bang Yongguk, wanna do it when you get hard again?"
i didn't know what to do with this, so i thought, "might as well publish it!" my first draft was done without research, just for the heck of writing hot wax porn, and yongguk would have probably ended up with severe burns on his hands. not nice. but i researched and got useful suggestions, and this is the final result. if it's good, i don't know, you have to judge. i know i said i was going to post new fics like... three months ago, and i know it didn't happen, i'm sorry. real life, laziness, and lack of inspiration suck. :((((
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Waxplay, BDSM themes, Facials.
Length: 1900 words
Summary: There is no summary. Hot wax and feelings.
Yongguk tied the knot of the blindfold tight around Himchan's head, bowing his head to catch Himchan's lips in a quick, lingering kiss.
"Don't move," Yongguk whispered. Himchan nodded faintly, clenching his hands around the bindings holding his wrists to the two sides of the bed. Himchan swallowed nervously, and Yongguk watched his Adam's apple bob and smiled, even though Himchan couldn't see it. He shifted on the bed, kneeling beside Himchan, who was spread naked on his back.
Yongguk started trailing his hands down Himchan's body, soothing the soft, milky skin already covered by a thin layer of sweat, glowing in the warm light of the candles scattered around the room. Himchan, devoid of his sight and power to move, shivered under Yongguk's every touch, the sensation of the leather gloves new on his skin, foreign and exciting. Yongguk's hand stopped by his stomach, heavy, possessive, and Himchan's back arched into it, muscles tensing, cock throbbing in anticipation of a touch that he knew wouldn't come, yet.
Yongguk delighted in Himchan's needy reactions, staring at his blindfolded and tied treasure trembling from the mere stroke of his fingertips. He smirked, satisfied, and moved around again, reaching for the bedside table. Yongguk grabbed hold of one of the red paraffin candles, handling it carefully in his gloved hands, the flickering light still burning bright. Under the flame, a little pool of melted wax had formed. Yongguk studied the quantity and put the candle back on the table. He still needed a bit more. Himchan started fidgeting on the bed.
"Bbang, what are you doing?" Himchan asked, a whiny hitch in his voice. He had no clue what Yongguk was going to do to him, but he hadn't been touched for too long. He lifted his legs, the only part of his body still free to move, pressing his feet flat on the mattress and spreading his thighs, rubbing his ass on the sheets.
Yongguk stopped him with a firm hand on his stomach, a caring, yet stern touch that meant to stop moving. Not to go against Yongguk's orders. Himchan caught the message and stilled, his chest heaving slowly. By now his cock was fully hard, dripping beads of precum.
It was by no means the first time he found himself tied and blindfolded on their bed, experimenting the wilder sides of their sexual life, testing the extremes they could reach every time. Himchan most of the times received. Sometimes he gave, too. But this was the first time Himchan didn't know just what Yongguk would be up to. The black silk had been tied over his eyes before he even stepped into the room. He had learned to focus on his other senses when one, or more, were lacking. But he didn't want to. This, the not knowing, the electric jolts of frightened anticipation, got him off harder than any other kinky shit they had tried. It scared him too, but the infinite amount of trust involved in this worked as the strongest safety net. He knew Yongguk wouldn't push him off. He knew Yongguk would never hurt him, unless Himchan asked him to.
Yongguk nodded to himself, leaning down to kiss Himchan's chest. He lavished the pale skin, Himchan's sweat tasting sweet and bitter on his tongue. Yongguk licked his way to his nipples, sucking the pink, perky buds one by one in his mouth, eliciting a long keen of pleasure from Himchan's lips. Himchan's legs fell shut, knees pressed together.
"Bbang, Bbang- Yongguk," Himchan gasped, tugging uselessly at the ties around his wrists. "Touch me, please, please touch me."
Yongguk didn't answer, on the contrary, he slipped away from Himchan's body, turning his attention back to the candles on the nightstand. He grabbed the one he chose before, humming. "Patience, Channie."
Yongguk blew out the candle, curls of smoke floating in the air before him, the faintest trace of vanilla in its scent. He wrapped his hands around the glass pot, and dipped the tip of a finger in the little puddle of melted wax, feeling the warmth through the thick layer of the leather glove.
Himchan started thrashing on the bed again, fighting against his restraints, sweat drops running down his neck. Himchan had never been a very patient man, that much Yongguk knew. And for Yongguk was kind, he decided to end the tortured anticipation.
He tilted the candle, hovering high above Himchan's torso, and slowly, thick drops of hot wax dripped on Himchan's stomach, on the delicate spot between his ribs and navel. Himchan yelped, his back arching impossibly high, muscles clenching painfully. Shaky breaths left his lips between whimpers. The wax was unexpected, burning, searing. Himchan felt the slow burn seep in his skin, the pain subsiding into hints of pleasure.
Yongguk stared. He simply stared at Himchan, at the red wax cooling on Himchan's fair skin, at how wonderful Himchan looked. His dick throbbed, uncomfortable in his tight jeans, and Yongguk swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "Is it good?" Yongguk asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Himchan's head snapped towards the direction of Yongguk's voice, breath ragged. Yongguk was tempted to take off the blindfold, to search the approval in Himchan's eyes and the lust shining in his pupils. But he waited. Himchan nodded, biting his lips, still uselessly trying to reach for Yongguk, and Yongguk knew this meant he wanted more. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Yongguk held Himchan still with a hand on his hip, rubbing circles on his hipbone. He lowered the candle, closer than the first time, and poured the wax still on the previous spot, painting it in wide red stripes. Then, he aimed under Himchan's navel. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Himchan hissed. Wax pooled into his navel and in the dip of his hipbones. It felt so good, so good.
Yongguk was getting insanely turned on. He moved the candle very close above Himchan's chest, pouring some in the center, and rubbing it in circles with his free hand. Himchan knew what was coming next. He almost jumped from the bed when wax dripped on his sensitive nipples, a scream ripping Himchan's throat, his whole body tense. "Yongguk. God, Yongguk" Himchan choked, taking huge gulps of air, his ears missing the answering grunt from the man above him. Himchan loved when his nipples were played with, but the sensation of the wax was completely new. It dried and stuck to his skin quickly. It pulled and burned, exquisite on and under his skin. Every muscle of his twitched in waves of mind-blowing pleasure and pain. It was almost too much.
"You like this, baby?" Yongguk asked, his voice so strained he didn't sound like himself. "Are you close, Channie?"
Himchan nodded, so fervently he almost pulled off the blindfold. His damp, brown hair was sticking to his forehead. a tousled mess from rubbing on the pillow. Himchan bit his lips. "Yes, yes, fuck." He felt so close to release, and his dick had never been touched by Yongguk once. "I'm so close, Bbang," he said, rubbing his thighs together.
Yongguk caught the action and couldn't help himself. He threw the candle, the wax had completely solidified, and grabbed a new one. Yongguk blew the candle off and moved his way between Himchan's legs, pushing Himchan's supple thighs open with his free hand, and sat back on his calves between them.
"Himchan," Yongguk called, focusing Himchan's attention on him. "This will burn a little," he said, and without hesitation, Yongguk lowered the candle on Himchan's inner thighs, pouring hot wax on the most sensitive part of Himchan's body, and Yongguk's favorite. Himchan's moans were obscene. Yongguk was very much gone himself, he used his free hand to rub himself through his jeans and kept painting Himchan's thighs with the other. He poured some on each thigh, he watched the wax dribble all the way to Himchan's ass and spread on his cheeks.
Yongguk could only catch the rapid breaths leaving Himchan's lips, the pleading sounds of his name being called. He saw Himchan's dick straining against his stomach, painfully red, Himchan close to sobbing above him, desperately trying to move, to reach out and touch himself, touch Yongguk. He had enough.
Yongguk left the candle on the nightstand, moved on top of Himchan and took off the blindfold, sealing Himchan's lips with his in a heady kiss, his tongue ravaging Himchan's mouth. Himchan gasped, "Bbang," wrapping his legs around Yongguk's waist.
"I'll make you come so hard, baby," Yongguk whispered on Himchan's lips, rubbing his clothed cock on Himchan's. He kissed Himchan once more and crawled back down his body.
"I took the blindfold off so you could see this. So you could see how beautiful you are." Yongguk said, touching the dried wax on Himchan's belly. "A piece of art." He was breathing on Himchan's cock, watching it twitch. Yongguk grinned. "And so you could see me doing this." Yongguk finally took Himchan's dick in his mouth, sucking him off fast, without teasing. He relaxed his jaw and took him whole, missing the pull of Himchan's hand in his hair, but relishing in his high-pitched whines and Himchan's thighs around his head, Himchan's heels pressing down his shoulders, dried wax sticking to Yongguk's hair.
Yongguk pulled back and licked up a broad stripe from the base to the tip, tongued the slit, sucking on the head. Yongguk gave a strong suck, dug his fingers in Himchan's asscheeks and Himchan came hard, his whole body spasming, dick pressed deep in the back of Yongguk's throat, a crescendo of "Yongguk, Yongguk, Yongguk," on the tip of his tongue. Yongguk swallowed, milking Himchan clean.
Yongguk pulled off and laid his head on Himchan's thigh, his lips shiny with spit and come. Himchan was panting, coming down from the high, but he wouldn't leave Yongguk dry. "Come here," Himchan said, his voice hoarse. Yongguk complied, crawling back on top Himchan. Himchan shook his head. "No. Come here."
"Oh." Yongguk got the hint. He sat over Himchan's chest, knees on both side of his torso, unzipped his jeans and took out his cock, hard and heavy in his hand. A couple of tugs, his eyes on Himchan, who was smirking up at Yongguk, spent, ruined, beautiful, was all it took and Yongguk was cumming all over Himchan's face, spurts of cum hitting his lips, cheeks, and nose, some of it landing in his hair. When he had released everything he had, Yongguk slumped down.
"That was a hell lot of cum," Himchan said. Yongguk laughed and kissed Himchan nonetheless, breathless. He licked himself off Himchan's lips, and cleaned the rest of Himchan's face with the blankets.
Yongguk finally untied Himchan's wrists and Himchan happily stretched his sore muscles and rubbed his bruised wrists. He wrapped himself around Yongguk, moving as much as he could with the wax pulling and cracking on his skin.
"Fuck, Bang Yongguk," Himchan sighed, his nose tucked in the crook of Yongguk's neck. "You just gave me another reason to love you. Asshole." Yongguk snorted, and Himchan also chuckled. "I love you so much."
Yongguk smiled, his wide, gummy smile, and held Himchan tighter to his chest, heart full and spilling. "I love you too, Channie." He said, kissing the top of Himchan's head. Yongguk paused, then. "About fucking Bang Yongguk, wanna do it when you get hard again?"
i didn't know what to do with this, so i thought, "might as well publish it!" my first draft was done without research, just for the heck of writing hot wax porn, and yongguk would have probably ended up with severe burns on his hands. not nice. but i researched and got useful suggestions, and this is the final result. if it's good, i don't know, you have to judge. i know i said i was going to post new fics like... three months ago, and i know it didn't happen, i'm sorry. real life, laziness, and lack of inspiration suck. :((((