We Can't Escape [Chapter 1 of 2]; Changmin/Yunho
Title: We Can't Escape (1/2)
Pairing: HoMin (top!Changmin, bottom!Yunho)
Characters: Changmin, Yunho
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC17
Warning: BDSM
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Yunho and Changmin, they went at it often.
The burning irritation in the glare the younger gives him when he giggles with a female artiste, the hard grip on his thigh when he gets too close with other artistes (female or not) on shows. It’s all part of it - part of the game that twists their lives together and strangles them both, slowly suffocating them.
He decides that he can’t run from it. He doesn’t know why. Was it the thrill? The excitement? Maybe it was just so he could have his needs met. He was only human, after all. But he’s attractive; he could grab any man - any better man - out there. Yunho was forced out of his thoughts as yet another bead of sweat dripped into eye, forcing his eye close at the sting.
He strains his neck to glance at the clock, beginning to wonder if Changmin was really coming back for him. His legs and arms ached from the lack of movement and his knees hurt from withstanding his body weight for about 3 hours now. Yet Yunho gives his best at remaining still and on his knees. He had no choice: his wrists were tied tightly together with a random curtain string that had been lying around before; the collar around his neck was tied tightly to the barre behind him. Moving would only result in him choking himself, leaving him gasping for air around the make-do gag of a tie and salivating all over the floor. Yunho knew better, he knew he deserved it.
“On your knees,” Changmin had spat at him after dance practice was over, after the dancers had left. Silently assenting, Yunho immediately put his water bottle down and did as he was instructed. He didn’t have a choice really. (He didn’t want one.)
The dance studio rang with the kind of silence that would deafen someone, except for the sound of Changmin’s controlled footsteps as he circled Yunho. Yunho hadn’t dared to raise his head with a smirk playing around his lips. He’d been waiting for this all week, playing his natural talents at mixing with girls and being a tease, just waiting for Changmin’s resolve to break. Changmin couldn’t run from it either. Neither of them could.
Changmin pulled Yunho’s head back roughly by his hair, earning a grunt from Yunho. “Hey slut, “Changmin half sung, half whispered into Yunho’s ear, “you haven’t been very good this week.” He ran his nose lightly down Yunho’s jaw, breathing down Yunho’s neck before attaching his lips to a thick vein on his neck. Shivering, the older bit back a moan as he felt his boxers getting a tad too tight. But that was when Changmin let go of him, and ordered him with just a cold word of “Strip.”
It didn’t take long for Yunho to be kneeling again in front of Changmin, his erection helplessly exposed. Heck, this bastard sure knew how to get his way with him. Changmin wastes no time in tying a tie around Yunho’s head as a gag and a collar around his neck, before leading a crawling Yunho by a leash, to the nearest barre, where he tied the leash tight around the barre and Yunho’s wrists behind his back, leaving his back facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror. “You like your body don’t you? Be honest,” Changmin said as he maintained eye contact with Yunho through the mirror. Yunho nodded slowly, beads of sweat forming against his temple.
Smirking, the younger said in a controlled tone, “Of course you do, since you like showing off your body so much like a whore. I’m leaving you time to admire yourself and when I come back you’re going to list to me what you’ve done wrong this week and we can decide the second part of your punishment.”
When Yunho thought that was it, he thought that was the time for Changmin to leave the room, to leave him to looking into the opposite mirror to “reflect” and feel like dirt, Changmin gave his balls a rough squeeze, leaving Yunho jerking in pain and then choking himself with the tight leather collar and gasping for air around the gag.
He didn’t miss the wink Changmin threw him before he left.
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Oh god please tell me that was passable I'm so so so sorry otherwise. Don't hate me.
Um, comments appreciated?
Pairing: HoMin (top!Changmin, bottom!Yunho)
Characters: Changmin, Yunho
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC17
Warning: BDSM
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Yunho and Changmin, they went at it often.
The burning irritation in the glare the younger gives him when he giggles with a female artiste, the hard grip on his thigh when he gets too close with other artistes (female or not) on shows. It’s all part of it - part of the game that twists their lives together and strangles them both, slowly suffocating them.
He decides that he can’t run from it. He doesn’t know why. Was it the thrill? The excitement? Maybe it was just so he could have his needs met. He was only human, after all. But he’s attractive; he could grab any man - any better man - out there. Yunho was forced out of his thoughts as yet another bead of sweat dripped into eye, forcing his eye close at the sting.
He strains his neck to glance at the clock, beginning to wonder if Changmin was really coming back for him. His legs and arms ached from the lack of movement and his knees hurt from withstanding his body weight for about 3 hours now. Yet Yunho gives his best at remaining still and on his knees. He had no choice: his wrists were tied tightly together with a random curtain string that had been lying around before; the collar around his neck was tied tightly to the barre behind him. Moving would only result in him choking himself, leaving him gasping for air around the make-do gag of a tie and salivating all over the floor. Yunho knew better, he knew he deserved it.
“On your knees,” Changmin had spat at him after dance practice was over, after the dancers had left. Silently assenting, Yunho immediately put his water bottle down and did as he was instructed. He didn’t have a choice really. (He didn’t want one.)
The dance studio rang with the kind of silence that would deafen someone, except for the sound of Changmin’s controlled footsteps as he circled Yunho. Yunho hadn’t dared to raise his head with a smirk playing around his lips. He’d been waiting for this all week, playing his natural talents at mixing with girls and being a tease, just waiting for Changmin’s resolve to break. Changmin couldn’t run from it either. Neither of them could.
Changmin pulled Yunho’s head back roughly by his hair, earning a grunt from Yunho. “Hey slut, “Changmin half sung, half whispered into Yunho’s ear, “you haven’t been very good this week.” He ran his nose lightly down Yunho’s jaw, breathing down Yunho’s neck before attaching his lips to a thick vein on his neck. Shivering, the older bit back a moan as he felt his boxers getting a tad too tight. But that was when Changmin let go of him, and ordered him with just a cold word of “Strip.”
It didn’t take long for Yunho to be kneeling again in front of Changmin, his erection helplessly exposed. Heck, this bastard sure knew how to get his way with him. Changmin wastes no time in tying a tie around Yunho’s head as a gag and a collar around his neck, before leading a crawling Yunho by a leash, to the nearest barre, where he tied the leash tight around the barre and Yunho’s wrists behind his back, leaving his back facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror. “You like your body don’t you? Be honest,” Changmin said as he maintained eye contact with Yunho through the mirror. Yunho nodded slowly, beads of sweat forming against his temple.
Smirking, the younger said in a controlled tone, “Of course you do, since you like showing off your body so much like a whore. I’m leaving you time to admire yourself and when I come back you’re going to list to me what you’ve done wrong this week and we can decide the second part of your punishment.”
When Yunho thought that was it, he thought that was the time for Changmin to leave the room, to leave him to looking into the opposite mirror to “reflect” and feel like dirt, Changmin gave his balls a rough squeeze, leaving Yunho jerking in pain and then choking himself with the tight leather collar and gasping for air around the gag.
He didn’t miss the wink Changmin threw him before he left.
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Oh god please tell me that was passable I'm so so so sorry otherwise. Don't hate me.
Um, comments appreciated?