Bad Boys Must Be Punished
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: NC-17 (smut, violence, language, *kink*)
Disclaimer: I bet they're doing the happy dance knowing they're not mine.
Description: Written as a request for my 200th AFF subscriber.
The Prompt:
Pairing : GRI !!!
Rating : NC 17 + smut + violence
Seungri should be the victim, plus he's not enjoying any of this ( or may by he don't want to admit it! ), feel free to make Jiyong seems aggressive and heartless~
“Do you know what you did wrong, Seungri?”
“Mmmph!”
The youngest member of Big Bang wasn’t able to answer Jiyong properly, because he was currently being gagged by one of the leader’s silk scarves. He was also naked and tied face-down, spread-eagle, to the posts of his own bed. And damn if he didn’t feel like he’d just awoken from a coma.
“Let me go!” he shrieked, genuinely disturbed by the turn of events from earlier in the evening, but all that came out from behind the tightly-bound gag was ‘mm mm mmmmph!’ He twisted his head from side-to side in order to look at Jiyong, but all he could see from his vantage point were the blurry red numbers of the digital clock on his bedside table. It read 2:45 a.m.
Twelve hours ago, he was free. Twelve hours ago, he and the rest of Big Bang were doing promotions for their new album. Twelve hours ago, he had called Jiyong a ‘sexual deviant’ for watching Japanese porn… on a nationally-broadcast radio program. It wasn’t really that different from other, slightly childish things he’d said over the years on radio shows, but Jiyong had taken particular offence to his name-calling this time. And now he knew why. Jiyong was a sexual deviant.
He didn’t remember how he’d gotten here, either, so not only was Jiyong a sexual deviant, he was criminally sexually deviant. The older man must have knocked him out at some point while they were all watching Finding Nemo after they’d gotten back to the hostel. Seungri’s head didn’t hurt like he’d been cold-cocked, so he was fairly certain Jiyong had drugged his hot cocoa. The man was insane, obviously, and now Seungri was at his mercy. All for pointing out something that was undeniably true.
“You told everyone my secret. I can’t have you spilling your guts to every radio show in Japan, now can I?”
Seungri made a pathetic whining sound as he tried to struggle free of his bonds.
“Oh, I wouldn’t move around so much if I were you. I’ve tied those bindings pretty tight. I know how to tie a good knot, being a sexual deviant, and all,” Jiyong hissed in his ear. Seungri closed his eyes tight and prayed that this was just a really, really bad dream.
“And you can thank Daesung for putting you on the bed. I was just going to drag you onto the floor of my room, but when you fell asleep during the movie, he picked you up and carried you in here like a baby. Of course, once everyone else left I stripped you and tied you up, but Daesung is a very considerate hyung to you, don’t you agree?”
The younger man opened his eyes again to find Jiyong standing beside the bed, looking down his nose at him as if he were a particularly hard-to-kill insect. When Seungri failed to answer what he’d assumed was a rhetorical question (impeded further by his gag), Jiyong raised a hand over his head and brought it down on the maknae’s ass. Surprised didn’t nearly cover the way he felt about being spanked, especially so hard, and Seungri screamed behind the silk scarf.
“Scream all you want, maknae. There’s no one here to hear you, and we’re just getting warmed up. How many people were listening to that broadcast tonight, hmm? A hundred thousand, maybe? Twice that many? Why don’t I spank you once for every ten thousand people who heard you call me names?”
He pulled his arm back, and then slapped Seungri’s ass so hard he left a perfect red outline of his hand on the snowy white cheek. Seungri screamed again, this time in pain and rage. Jiyong didn’t stop. He continued to spank the younger man; sometimes on the left cheek, sometimes on the right, and sometimes just at the tops of his thighs. By the time he was done, Seungri was panting, shaking, and so very glad Jiyong’s kink didn’t extend to whips. Or maybe he just hadn’t brought them to Japan with him. He shuddered, and he heard his dark-haired leader laugh.
“Did you enjoy that a little, huh?”
Seungri shook his head vehemently, because fuck no he wasn’t enjoying this! Who would enjoy… but that thought died in his brain as soon as it had popped up. Jiyong was enjoying this, and whoever he’d done this with previously had probably enjoyed it; that is, if it had been consensual, unlike this time. Seungri made a noise of frustration in his throat.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”
The man on the bed froze, every muscle recoiling in horror at those words. Did he want Jiyong to kiss it and make it better? He wanted him to untie him and then preferably jump off the roof of the hostel, but he couldn’t say that at the moment, so he settled for shooting a piercing glare in the older man’s general direction.
“Well, that’s not a ‘no’,” Jiyong laughed, and climbed onto the bed, sitting between Seungri’s spread legs.
Seconds later, he felt hot breath on the back of his left thigh, and he bucked his hips off the bed in shock, slamming his rear end into Jiyong’s nose. The older man yelped, and then pinched Seungri hard on the leg in retaliation. He, in turn, thrashed and flailed as much as his bonds would allow, until Jiyong spanked him twice, harder even than the first time, and Seungri went limp.
“Fucker, that hurt.”
Seungri wanted to laugh at the irony, but he was doing his best not to cry as it was. He wasn’t going to free himself, no matter how much he struggled and strained. Maybe it would be best to just lie there and take it.
“Mumph mu eh,” he moaned around the gag as best he could. Jiyong leaned over him and yanked the scarf to the side a bit.
“What?”
“Just… just do it. Whatever you’re going to do, just fucking get it over with.”
“So you’re submitting to your punishment?”
The younger man twisted his head so he could look the older in the face in the dim moonlight.
“Yes.”
Jiyong smiled dangerously, and replaced the silk gag.
“Good boy.”
Then he crawled back to the end of the bed, and Seungri felt his tongue dart out and lick the stinging red globe of his ass. He flinched, but the soft, wet touch was soothing on his abused skin, and after the second and third swipes he had relaxed back onto the mattress. Jiyong didn’t offer any more smart remarks, he simply licked and kissed his way over the curves of Seungri’s backside, tracing the handprints he’d made with his lithe tongue. Eventually, that tongue ran into the crack of his ass, and Seungri froze once again.
He wasn’t going to… there was no way he was about to-
When he stuck his tongue in the tight ring of muscle, Seungri pulled himself as far forward as his bonds would allow and screamed. Jiyong hit him again, hard, and he bit into his gag.
“I thought you were going to be a good boy,” Jiyong growled. “Do I need to spank you again?”
Seungri was panting, this time from fear and a sickening feeling of dread. He hated what Jiyong was doing to him, but… but at the same time, he could feel himself growing hard, cock pushed down into the mattress. It was shameful and dirty, and everything he’d ever learned told him this was so fucking wrong, but somehow his body was responding, stirring to life under Jiyong’s merciless hands. He shook his head in answer to the question he’d been asked.
“If you struggle one more time, I’m going to get a belt.”
Seungri went limp, prone, finally and totally submitting to whatever Jiyong had in store for him. The older man ran a hand down his back, then two, smoothing them over his hips. When he reached his ass, he spread the cheeks apart and swiped his tongue across the bud of Seungri’s asshole. The younger man made a choking noise, and swallowed audibly. The tongue swirled around his entrance, making him squirm slightly. Then it pushed forward, and Seungri drew a ragged breath, fighting the urge to buck his hips. Jiyong slid his tongue in and out, curling it occasionally, moving it in circular patterns, licking at Seungri’s insides. The maknae dug his fingers into the sheets, and moaned behind his gag.
Before he had the chance to realize his mistake, Jiyong removed his tongue and himself from the bed entirely. Within seconds he was back, and Seungri heard something snap. Fearing a belt, he turned his head as far as he could, and watched with wide eyes as Jiyong poured a generous amount of what could only be lube into his hand. For the first time, he realized that Jiyong, like himself, was completely nude. His cock stood hard and proud, jutting out from his body and curving upward just slightly. He was completely hairless, too, and Seungri found that it made him look deceptively innocent… until he leaned back over him and replaced his tongue with a finger, that is.
Seungri sucked in a breath and pushed his face down into the mattress at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it was foreign and weird. Jiyong began a slow, thrusting motion, and the weirdness turned into an uncomfortably arousing sensation. On one particularly deep exploration, Jiyong curled his finger down, and touched something inside Seungri that made him jerk his hips involuntarily and cry out, and not in pain.
“Hmmm, do you like that?” Jiyong said, and the younger man could just imagine the smug look on his face. He didn’t answer, so Jiyong curled his finger again, and Seungri humped the mattress and moaned loudly. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
He worked a second finger in with the first. It stung, and Seungri clenched tightly around the invasive digits. Jiyong popped him on the ass again, and told him to relax. Why he was doing anything this disturbed individual was asking of him was beyond his powers of comprehension at the moment, but he did relax, and the fingers began to twist and curl inside of him. Occasionally, Jiyong would let his digits brush that pleasurable spot inside Seungri, and he would try his hardest not to grind his erection into the mattress below him, never with much success.
Eventually, Seungri was a panting, sweating mess, and he’d almost stopped thinking of this as a punishment. Jiyong’s fingers were making him feel unbelievably good, and his hips had started a slow thrusting motion in time to each push and pull of those magical digits. He was also making the strangest noise in the back of his throat. When Jiyong reached under him with his other hand and closed it around his cock, Seungri wailed pathetically, driving his hips forward over and over again. Oh God, he was so close…
Jiyong pulled his hands, both of them, away from him and sat back on his heels.
“Oh, no no no. You don’t get to come unless I say so. This is a punishment, after all… or did you forget?”
Seungri sobbed into his comforter in frustration, but shook his head. “Mmo. Mmeeeph, mmeemahh.”
Jiyong untied his gag, and Seungri licked at his chapped lips before speaking again.
“Please. Please just let me come. I’ll let you do anything you want.”
“I don’t think you have much of a say in what I can and can’t do to you right now.”
The younger started to protest, but Jiyong brought his hand down on his ass again, and he shut his mouth.
“However, I’m feeling generous. If you can make me come, I’ll let you come. How does that sound?”
“But I… I’m tied to the bed. How do you expect me to-”
He felt something warm and hard poking at his entrance, and he knew immediately that it wasn’t a finger.
“Let me fuck you, Seungri. I’ll even untie your legs if you promise not to kick me.”
Seungri weighed his options. On one hand, he could say no, and Jiyong would probably do whatever he wanted anyway, but Seungri would have the worst blue balls in the history of blue balls. On the other hand, he could say yes, let his leader fuck him, and in return he would release the fucking painful tension in his balls. As a desperate man, out of his mind with pleasure-pain, this was a no-brainer.
“Do it.”
Thirty seconds later his feet were untied, and his hips were being pulled up so that he was now on his knees, chest bowed into the mattress. Jiyong lathered himself in lube and wiped the excess over Seungri’s hole, inserting his fingers once more to make sure he was open and pliable. And then, slowly, he pushed his cock inside. Seungri whimpered into the sheets at the initial pain of penetration. Finally, the head slipped inside, and his asshole closed around the crown. Jiyong leaned forward and kissed a trail up the other’s spine.
“Are you ready?” he asked. Seungri lifted his head and nodded.
Jiyong reached a still-lubed hand around them and captured Seungri’s erection in a tight grip. He slowly, slowly thrust his hips forward, and mimicked the motion with his hand. The younger man couldn’t help the gasps and groans that left his throat as the elder worked himself fully inside. He started to thrust then, in earnest, and Seungri wasn’t prepared for the feeling. Jiyong was hitting his prostate (though Seungri didn’t know what that magic spot was called) and giving him a hand-job at the same time, and he couldn’t even think straight the pleasure was so intense. Never in a million years did he think the night would end this way, with his leader driving his cock into him, and him liking it. Soon enough he was sweating, breathing heavily as he felt his orgasm approaching. Jiyong felt his balls tighten, and he gripped the base of his erection tightly. Seungri wailed in confusion.
“I come first. You don’t come until I let you come, understand?”
“Yes, fuck… Oh… Please come, please come right now. I don’t -I can’t,” he babbled brainlessly.
“Just a little more. God, you feel so good.”
Jiyong slammed into him then, releasing his cock to grip his hips for leverage. He came just a moment later, jerking erratically into the man below him, and Seungri cried out at the feeling of hot ejaculate filling up his insides. Jiyong wrapped his hand around his cock again and pumped vigorously a few times, and that was all it took for Seungri to shoot his load all over his sheets.
Several minutes later, after Jiyong had slipped from Seungri’s body and both of them lay panting and spent on the soiled sheets, the sound of the front door clicking shut gained their immediate attention. Whoever it was obviously tried to tiptoe through the dark hostel without making much noise, but a loud thud was followed by “shit!”, and Seungri realized that Seunghyun was back. He opened his mouth to call out to him. His hyung could save him from this mad, evil, strangely sexy Jiyong.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jiyong grinned, reaching for the knots at the younger’s wrists. He undid the first before Seungri found his voice again.
“Why not?” The second knot came loose, and Seungri sat up, rubbing at his raw, red wrists. He heard rather than saw Jiyong redressing in the darkened room, and the older man laughed at the question.
“Whose idea do you think this was?”
And suddenly Seungri realized why Jiyong seemed so… experienced in the ways of sexual torment.
“Be a good maknae from now on, or next time I’m bringing hyung with me. You won’t like him when he’s angry.”
He glanced at Seungri’s flushed face, the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his tousled hair. He looked well and thoroughly sexed.
“Or maybe you would.”
With that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Seungri to wonder why he’d felt a rush of excitement, rather than fear, when Jiyong had mentioned including Seunghyun in his next punishment. All he knew is he had the sudden urge to be very, very bad for the rest of their stay in Japan.
Rating: NC-17 (smut, violence, language, *kink*)
Disclaimer: I bet they're doing the happy dance knowing they're not mine.
Description: Written as a request for my 200th AFF subscriber.
The Prompt:
Pairing : GRI !!!
Rating : NC 17 + smut + violence
Seungri should be the victim, plus he's not enjoying any of this ( or may by he don't want to admit it! ), feel free to make Jiyong seems aggressive and heartless~
“Do you know what you did wrong, Seungri?”
“Mmmph!”
The youngest member of Big Bang wasn’t able to answer Jiyong properly, because he was currently being gagged by one of the leader’s silk scarves. He was also naked and tied face-down, spread-eagle, to the posts of his own bed. And damn if he didn’t feel like he’d just awoken from a coma.
“Let me go!” he shrieked, genuinely disturbed by the turn of events from earlier in the evening, but all that came out from behind the tightly-bound gag was ‘mm mm mmmmph!’ He twisted his head from side-to side in order to look at Jiyong, but all he could see from his vantage point were the blurry red numbers of the digital clock on his bedside table. It read 2:45 a.m.
Twelve hours ago, he was free. Twelve hours ago, he and the rest of Big Bang were doing promotions for their new album. Twelve hours ago, he had called Jiyong a ‘sexual deviant’ for watching Japanese porn… on a nationally-broadcast radio program. It wasn’t really that different from other, slightly childish things he’d said over the years on radio shows, but Jiyong had taken particular offence to his name-calling this time. And now he knew why. Jiyong was a sexual deviant.
He didn’t remember how he’d gotten here, either, so not only was Jiyong a sexual deviant, he was criminally sexually deviant. The older man must have knocked him out at some point while they were all watching Finding Nemo after they’d gotten back to the hostel. Seungri’s head didn’t hurt like he’d been cold-cocked, so he was fairly certain Jiyong had drugged his hot cocoa. The man was insane, obviously, and now Seungri was at his mercy. All for pointing out something that was undeniably true.
“You told everyone my secret. I can’t have you spilling your guts to every radio show in Japan, now can I?”
Seungri made a pathetic whining sound as he tried to struggle free of his bonds.
“Oh, I wouldn’t move around so much if I were you. I’ve tied those bindings pretty tight. I know how to tie a good knot, being a sexual deviant, and all,” Jiyong hissed in his ear. Seungri closed his eyes tight and prayed that this was just a really, really bad dream.
“And you can thank Daesung for putting you on the bed. I was just going to drag you onto the floor of my room, but when you fell asleep during the movie, he picked you up and carried you in here like a baby. Of course, once everyone else left I stripped you and tied you up, but Daesung is a very considerate hyung to you, don’t you agree?”
The younger man opened his eyes again to find Jiyong standing beside the bed, looking down his nose at him as if he were a particularly hard-to-kill insect. When Seungri failed to answer what he’d assumed was a rhetorical question (impeded further by his gag), Jiyong raised a hand over his head and brought it down on the maknae’s ass. Surprised didn’t nearly cover the way he felt about being spanked, especially so hard, and Seungri screamed behind the silk scarf.
“Scream all you want, maknae. There’s no one here to hear you, and we’re just getting warmed up. How many people were listening to that broadcast tonight, hmm? A hundred thousand, maybe? Twice that many? Why don’t I spank you once for every ten thousand people who heard you call me names?”
He pulled his arm back, and then slapped Seungri’s ass so hard he left a perfect red outline of his hand on the snowy white cheek. Seungri screamed again, this time in pain and rage. Jiyong didn’t stop. He continued to spank the younger man; sometimes on the left cheek, sometimes on the right, and sometimes just at the tops of his thighs. By the time he was done, Seungri was panting, shaking, and so very glad Jiyong’s kink didn’t extend to whips. Or maybe he just hadn’t brought them to Japan with him. He shuddered, and he heard his dark-haired leader laugh.
“Did you enjoy that a little, huh?”
Seungri shook his head vehemently, because fuck no he wasn’t enjoying this! Who would enjoy… but that thought died in his brain as soon as it had popped up. Jiyong was enjoying this, and whoever he’d done this with previously had probably enjoyed it; that is, if it had been consensual, unlike this time. Seungri made a noise of frustration in his throat.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”
The man on the bed froze, every muscle recoiling in horror at those words. Did he want Jiyong to kiss it and make it better? He wanted him to untie him and then preferably jump off the roof of the hostel, but he couldn’t say that at the moment, so he settled for shooting a piercing glare in the older man’s general direction.
“Well, that’s not a ‘no’,” Jiyong laughed, and climbed onto the bed, sitting between Seungri’s spread legs.
Seconds later, he felt hot breath on the back of his left thigh, and he bucked his hips off the bed in shock, slamming his rear end into Jiyong’s nose. The older man yelped, and then pinched Seungri hard on the leg in retaliation. He, in turn, thrashed and flailed as much as his bonds would allow, until Jiyong spanked him twice, harder even than the first time, and Seungri went limp.
“Fucker, that hurt.”
Seungri wanted to laugh at the irony, but he was doing his best not to cry as it was. He wasn’t going to free himself, no matter how much he struggled and strained. Maybe it would be best to just lie there and take it.
“Mumph mu eh,” he moaned around the gag as best he could. Jiyong leaned over him and yanked the scarf to the side a bit.
“What?”
“Just… just do it. Whatever you’re going to do, just fucking get it over with.”
“So you’re submitting to your punishment?”
The younger man twisted his head so he could look the older in the face in the dim moonlight.
“Yes.”
Jiyong smiled dangerously, and replaced the silk gag.
“Good boy.”
Then he crawled back to the end of the bed, and Seungri felt his tongue dart out and lick the stinging red globe of his ass. He flinched, but the soft, wet touch was soothing on his abused skin, and after the second and third swipes he had relaxed back onto the mattress. Jiyong didn’t offer any more smart remarks, he simply licked and kissed his way over the curves of Seungri’s backside, tracing the handprints he’d made with his lithe tongue. Eventually, that tongue ran into the crack of his ass, and Seungri froze once again.
He wasn’t going to… there was no way he was about to-
When he stuck his tongue in the tight ring of muscle, Seungri pulled himself as far forward as his bonds would allow and screamed. Jiyong hit him again, hard, and he bit into his gag.
“I thought you were going to be a good boy,” Jiyong growled. “Do I need to spank you again?”
Seungri was panting, this time from fear and a sickening feeling of dread. He hated what Jiyong was doing to him, but… but at the same time, he could feel himself growing hard, cock pushed down into the mattress. It was shameful and dirty, and everything he’d ever learned told him this was so fucking wrong, but somehow his body was responding, stirring to life under Jiyong’s merciless hands. He shook his head in answer to the question he’d been asked.
“If you struggle one more time, I’m going to get a belt.”
Seungri went limp, prone, finally and totally submitting to whatever Jiyong had in store for him. The older man ran a hand down his back, then two, smoothing them over his hips. When he reached his ass, he spread the cheeks apart and swiped his tongue across the bud of Seungri’s asshole. The younger man made a choking noise, and swallowed audibly. The tongue swirled around his entrance, making him squirm slightly. Then it pushed forward, and Seungri drew a ragged breath, fighting the urge to buck his hips. Jiyong slid his tongue in and out, curling it occasionally, moving it in circular patterns, licking at Seungri’s insides. The maknae dug his fingers into the sheets, and moaned behind his gag.
Before he had the chance to realize his mistake, Jiyong removed his tongue and himself from the bed entirely. Within seconds he was back, and Seungri heard something snap. Fearing a belt, he turned his head as far as he could, and watched with wide eyes as Jiyong poured a generous amount of what could only be lube into his hand. For the first time, he realized that Jiyong, like himself, was completely nude. His cock stood hard and proud, jutting out from his body and curving upward just slightly. He was completely hairless, too, and Seungri found that it made him look deceptively innocent… until he leaned back over him and replaced his tongue with a finger, that is.
Seungri sucked in a breath and pushed his face down into the mattress at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it was foreign and weird. Jiyong began a slow, thrusting motion, and the weirdness turned into an uncomfortably arousing sensation. On one particularly deep exploration, Jiyong curled his finger down, and touched something inside Seungri that made him jerk his hips involuntarily and cry out, and not in pain.
“Hmmm, do you like that?” Jiyong said, and the younger man could just imagine the smug look on his face. He didn’t answer, so Jiyong curled his finger again, and Seungri humped the mattress and moaned loudly. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
He worked a second finger in with the first. It stung, and Seungri clenched tightly around the invasive digits. Jiyong popped him on the ass again, and told him to relax. Why he was doing anything this disturbed individual was asking of him was beyond his powers of comprehension at the moment, but he did relax, and the fingers began to twist and curl inside of him. Occasionally, Jiyong would let his digits brush that pleasurable spot inside Seungri, and he would try his hardest not to grind his erection into the mattress below him, never with much success.
Eventually, Seungri was a panting, sweating mess, and he’d almost stopped thinking of this as a punishment. Jiyong’s fingers were making him feel unbelievably good, and his hips had started a slow thrusting motion in time to each push and pull of those magical digits. He was also making the strangest noise in the back of his throat. When Jiyong reached under him with his other hand and closed it around his cock, Seungri wailed pathetically, driving his hips forward over and over again. Oh God, he was so close…
Jiyong pulled his hands, both of them, away from him and sat back on his heels.
“Oh, no no no. You don’t get to come unless I say so. This is a punishment, after all… or did you forget?”
Seungri sobbed into his comforter in frustration, but shook his head. “Mmo. Mmeeeph, mmeemahh.”
Jiyong untied his gag, and Seungri licked at his chapped lips before speaking again.
“Please. Please just let me come. I’ll let you do anything you want.”
“I don’t think you have much of a say in what I can and can’t do to you right now.”
The younger started to protest, but Jiyong brought his hand down on his ass again, and he shut his mouth.
“However, I’m feeling generous. If you can make me come, I’ll let you come. How does that sound?”
“But I… I’m tied to the bed. How do you expect me to-”
He felt something warm and hard poking at his entrance, and he knew immediately that it wasn’t a finger.
“Let me fuck you, Seungri. I’ll even untie your legs if you promise not to kick me.”
Seungri weighed his options. On one hand, he could say no, and Jiyong would probably do whatever he wanted anyway, but Seungri would have the worst blue balls in the history of blue balls. On the other hand, he could say yes, let his leader fuck him, and in return he would release the fucking painful tension in his balls. As a desperate man, out of his mind with pleasure-pain, this was a no-brainer.
“Do it.”
Thirty seconds later his feet were untied, and his hips were being pulled up so that he was now on his knees, chest bowed into the mattress. Jiyong lathered himself in lube and wiped the excess over Seungri’s hole, inserting his fingers once more to make sure he was open and pliable. And then, slowly, he pushed his cock inside. Seungri whimpered into the sheets at the initial pain of penetration. Finally, the head slipped inside, and his asshole closed around the crown. Jiyong leaned forward and kissed a trail up the other’s spine.
“Are you ready?” he asked. Seungri lifted his head and nodded.
Jiyong reached a still-lubed hand around them and captured Seungri’s erection in a tight grip. He slowly, slowly thrust his hips forward, and mimicked the motion with his hand. The younger man couldn’t help the gasps and groans that left his throat as the elder worked himself fully inside. He started to thrust then, in earnest, and Seungri wasn’t prepared for the feeling. Jiyong was hitting his prostate (though Seungri didn’t know what that magic spot was called) and giving him a hand-job at the same time, and he couldn’t even think straight the pleasure was so intense. Never in a million years did he think the night would end this way, with his leader driving his cock into him, and him liking it. Soon enough he was sweating, breathing heavily as he felt his orgasm approaching. Jiyong felt his balls tighten, and he gripped the base of his erection tightly. Seungri wailed in confusion.
“I come first. You don’t come until I let you come, understand?”
“Yes, fuck… Oh… Please come, please come right now. I don’t -I can’t,” he babbled brainlessly.
“Just a little more. God, you feel so good.”
Jiyong slammed into him then, releasing his cock to grip his hips for leverage. He came just a moment later, jerking erratically into the man below him, and Seungri cried out at the feeling of hot ejaculate filling up his insides. Jiyong wrapped his hand around his cock again and pumped vigorously a few times, and that was all it took for Seungri to shoot his load all over his sheets.
Several minutes later, after Jiyong had slipped from Seungri’s body and both of them lay panting and spent on the soiled sheets, the sound of the front door clicking shut gained their immediate attention. Whoever it was obviously tried to tiptoe through the dark hostel without making much noise, but a loud thud was followed by “shit!”, and Seungri realized that Seunghyun was back. He opened his mouth to call out to him. His hyung could save him from this mad, evil, strangely sexy Jiyong.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jiyong grinned, reaching for the knots at the younger’s wrists. He undid the first before Seungri found his voice again.
“Why not?” The second knot came loose, and Seungri sat up, rubbing at his raw, red wrists. He heard rather than saw Jiyong redressing in the darkened room, and the older man laughed at the question.
“Whose idea do you think this was?”
And suddenly Seungri realized why Jiyong seemed so… experienced in the ways of sexual torment.
“Be a good maknae from now on, or next time I’m bringing hyung with me. You won’t like him when he’s angry.”
He glanced at Seungri’s flushed face, the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his tousled hair. He looked well and thoroughly sexed.
“Or maybe you would.”
With that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Seungri to wonder why he’d felt a rush of excitement, rather than fear, when Jiyong had mentioned including Seunghyun in his next punishment. All he knew is he had the sudden urge to be very, very bad for the rest of their stay in Japan.