Punishment (3/3)
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Punishment (3/3)
They both jerk around to see Kyuhyun standing there, eyes blazing as his hands tighten around Hankyung’s hips. He pulls Hyukjae up, surprisingly gentle and pushes him onto his knees. “Oh Geng, how can you be so rough to little Hyukjae? Look at how red his wrists are from this rope!” Only now did Hyukjae realize his wrists burned as he tried to move them, but as glad as he was for Kyuhyun’s concern, he would much have rather the maknae never came and that he was still having his ass fucked raw by the blonde man.
Kyuhyun reaches over and picks something up and Hyukjae flinches as the ice cube touches his sore wrists, Kyuhyun running the soothing object gently along his skin. It felt nice. The only problem was that Hyukjae was still painfully hard and wanting Hankyung back inside of him. “Um…th-thanks Kyu. But um…this- I need to…” Kyuhyun’s eyes widen and he nods, “Oh, of course hyung,” before disappearing from Hyukjae’s vision. A gasp from behind him makes him twist his neck just in time to see Kyuhyun stick two fingers up Hankyung’s ass. A few tortourous moments go past and Hyukjae is scared that they’ll just leave him like this, but then the heat is back, hard and fast as Kyuhyun shoves Hankyung inside of Hyukjae again. It takes a few more thrusts to get into a good rhythm again and Hyukjae can feel the heat pooling in his stomach again.
Then he’s jerking hard as something icy slides along his throbbing member. His eyes snap open only to see Kyuhyun with a bowl of icecubes and his hand full of ice wrapped around Hyukjae’s leaking length. The icy sensation is painful and scorching against his twitching heat and all Hyukjae can do is gasp and squirm sharply. By the time the icecubes have melted, his member is stiff and calmer. However, Hankyung starts thrusting again, hips moving in sharp jerks and before long, Hyukjae is moaning and throbbing again. Hyukjae feels like his stuck in a nightmare when just as he’s about to come Kyuhyun starts pressing icecubes against his engorged member until the heat fades, only to have the Chinese dancer fuck him close to release only to be stopped by Kyuhyun again and again.
When finally after God knows how long, he’s brought to the edge once again, the ice doesn’t come and the heat pools and it becomes hotter and hotter and Hyukjae is so happy that he’s finally allowed his satisfaction that he forgets about the cock ring, until it’s too late and he’s shaking violently through his second dry orgasm of the night. He’s screaming and throwing all the swear words he knows at Kyuhyun and he’s sobbing as he curls up, exhausted and aching.
There are gentle hands stroking his hair and Kyuhyun is wiping away his tears. “Hey…Hyuk, it’s okay, come on it’s okay, everything we’ll be just fine. Do you want us to leave?” Hyukjae wonders for a second and then shudders at the thought of them leaving him to do this himself. He shakes his head. He would rather be tortured than left to masturbate by himself after all that.
He misses the look the other two throw each other and Hyukjae almost regrets his decision immediately, because they’re parting his legs again and prodding at his overfucked entrance. He gasps and squirms as a round ice cube is pushed into his entrance, followed by another and then several more, until he was filled completely. Hyukjae lets out a growl as Kyuhyun nudges him to get off the bed and he almost collapses at the sensations the balls make inside him as he stands. The singer smirks, the kind eyes replaced by a possessive look and he half carries, half drags Hyukjae to the bathroom and pushes him into the bathtub, making him yell as his ass hit the hard surface, pushing and pressing at the balls inside, rubbing at his prostate.
Kyuhyun turns his attention to the blonde man reclining against the sink and practically stalks over and in the next second, Hankyung is on top of the sink, his legs spread and his head slumped back against the mirror as Kyuhyun fingerfucks him roughly, punishing him for all the teasing over the phone.
Hyukjae is so enthralled that he only realizes that he’s hard again when Kyuhyun picks Hankyung up and slams him up against the glass shower screen and Hyukjae twists to see them, brushing his pulsating member against the cool ceramic. The shower turns on and the sound of water fills the bathroom, but not loud enough to drown out the satisfied grunts and piercing moans. Hyukjae watches Kyuhyun slame into Hankyung again and again, his slim frame surprisingly strong enough to hold up the beautiful dancer. Kyuhyun bites into Hankyung’s shoulder and the dancer screams his lover’s name so loud that it echoes and Hyukjae is sobbing because he’s seconds away from yet another dry orgasm and he doesn’t think he can survive the pain again.
Then Hankyung is leaning over him and finally the cock ring slips off and Hyukjae comes so hard that he almost knocks himself out as he slams his head backwards. He’s dizzy when he’s finally stopped shaking and his breathing is ragged and his heart pounding. He blushes when he sees that he had come all over the walls and even over the blonde dancer.
Hankyung is limping slightly, but there’s a more controlled look in his eyes and when he steps inside the bathtub as well and grabs Hyukjae by his now limp member, somehow again caught in a cock ring, Hyukjae knew it wasn’t over yet. The Chinese man leads him closer until Hyukjae’s mouth is against his chest and he understands that he is suppose to clean up his own mess. Hyukjae is on his hands and knees, licking his own desire off Hankyung’s chest. Hyukjae find himself shoved backwards and Kyuhyun was shoved against him by Hankyung, who leant down with a wicked smile, lips closing over the tip of Kyuhyun’s member. The dancer sucks and bites and licks until Kyuhyun is moaning and jerking and thrusting into Hankyung’s mouth and grinding back against Hyukjae’s member until Hyukjae’s hard against the singer’s ass and each small movement sends a tingling down his spine.
The blonde man’s eyes are dark with lust when he comes up finally, his lips irresistibly red and Kyuhyun practically whimpers in desire. Hankyung takes his phone and presses a few quick buttons before throwing it on the side and pulling Kyuhyun out of the bathtub, the maknae almost falling out and he ended up sprawled on the floor with a groan as his erection came into contact with the cool tiles. Hankyung straddles the younger man grinds down on him for a while, eliciting hisses and soft pleas from the singer, until finally the Chinese man eases himself down on Kyuhyun’s weeping member.
The door opens hesitantly and Hyukjae is thanking every holy entity out there when he sees Sungmin peeking in, because by now Hankyung was riding Kyuhyun hard and fast and the cock ring was once again digging deep into his swollen arousal. Sungmin eyes the duo in the middle of the floor with an unreasonable expression before helping Hyukjae out of the bathtub and outside to his bedroom.
Hyukjae collapses onto his bed, the cushioning welcome after the unyielding hardness of the bathtub and his voice is so raw that he can’t even ask Sungmin to take off the cock ring. Sungmin stares at him with soft eyes and brushes the sweaty hair out of his face gently, “Oh Hyukkie, what a state you are in…” Sungmin fiddles with the cock ring and Hyukjae wants to thank his kind, caring best friend, but the words die in his throat as Sungmin touches and strokes and fiddles with his member, trying to figure out how to take it off, a frown on his face and a pout on his lips as Hyukjae jerks and gurgles incoherently, eyes wide open as Sungmin bends down and tries to remove it with his mouth. The heat suddenly surrounding his throbbing length and the scrap of teeth is enough to send Hyukjae arching off the bed and then collapsing heavily, chocking back sobs as he is once again denied his release, the dry orgasm sending shocks running through his body.
Sungmin frowns at his actions and tilts his head as Hyukjae continues to lie shuddering and trembling with his mouth hanging open. “Hey Hyukkie, I’m going to go ask them how to get it off okays?” Hyukjae makes a strangled noise in his throat as Sungmin turns to go and Sungmin frowns before beaming, “Oh I understand, you’re not comfortable!” He flips Hyukjae over and he anticipates when his hands are free so he can take off that fucking cock ring himself and burn it. But then he’s shouting and moaning at the same time when he feels something hard pushed into his entrance again and he’s screaming into the sheets as Sungmin flicks the vibration onto the highest setting before skipping off to the bathroom.
Hyukjae’s eyes roll into the back of his head as the vibrator messages strongly against his prostate and he’s alternating between screaming in pain of being not allowed to come and moaning wantonly from the intense pleasure. He doesn’t know how long Sungmin has been gone, only that it’s been too fucking long. The sounds coming from the bathroom, moans, thuds, screams, aren’t at all helping and the only thing keeping him from giving in to the heat is the prospect of another dry orgasm.
When Sungmin finally comes out of the bathroom, Hyukjae is writhing on the bed, body trembling and sharp spasms jerking through him. This time the cock ring slips off easy enough, but no sooner had it started to shift, was it replaced by Sungmin’s fingers clasping like a vice around the base of his cock. Sungmin jerks out the vibrator and puts it against Hyukjae’s balls then shoves himself in fully. Hyukjae screams and screams with each hard thrust, on the brink of desperation and lust and insanity. Sungmin comes hard inside of him and for a moment, Hyukjae thinks ‘wasn’t Minnie suppose to help me?” but then he doesn’t care about anything at all, because Sungmin had finally loosened his deathgrip and Hyukjae is coming so hard that his voice dies in his throat and he loses himself to the welcoming darkness.
Hyukjae wakes up the next morning aching everywhere and he practically crawls to the bathroom, because moving was next to impossible. He pushes open the bathroom door and freezes at the sight. Kyuhyun was still pressed inside of the Chinese dancer as they slept on the now dirty floor, but the really surprising thing was the fact that Hankyung in turn had his length still inside of Sungmin and Hyukjae was sure that the marks lining his best friend’s neck had nothing to do with him.
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Punishment (3/3)
They both jerk around to see Kyuhyun standing there, eyes blazing as his hands tighten around Hankyung’s hips. He pulls Hyukjae up, surprisingly gentle and pushes him onto his knees. “Oh Geng, how can you be so rough to little Hyukjae? Look at how red his wrists are from this rope!” Only now did Hyukjae realize his wrists burned as he tried to move them, but as glad as he was for Kyuhyun’s concern, he would much have rather the maknae never came and that he was still having his ass fucked raw by the blonde man.
Kyuhyun reaches over and picks something up and Hyukjae flinches as the ice cube touches his sore wrists, Kyuhyun running the soothing object gently along his skin. It felt nice. The only problem was that Hyukjae was still painfully hard and wanting Hankyung back inside of him. “Um…th-thanks Kyu. But um…this- I need to…” Kyuhyun’s eyes widen and he nods, “Oh, of course hyung,” before disappearing from Hyukjae’s vision. A gasp from behind him makes him twist his neck just in time to see Kyuhyun stick two fingers up Hankyung’s ass. A few tortourous moments go past and Hyukjae is scared that they’ll just leave him like this, but then the heat is back, hard and fast as Kyuhyun shoves Hankyung inside of Hyukjae again. It takes a few more thrusts to get into a good rhythm again and Hyukjae can feel the heat pooling in his stomach again.
Then he’s jerking hard as something icy slides along his throbbing member. His eyes snap open only to see Kyuhyun with a bowl of icecubes and his hand full of ice wrapped around Hyukjae’s leaking length. The icy sensation is painful and scorching against his twitching heat and all Hyukjae can do is gasp and squirm sharply. By the time the icecubes have melted, his member is stiff and calmer. However, Hankyung starts thrusting again, hips moving in sharp jerks and before long, Hyukjae is moaning and throbbing again. Hyukjae feels like his stuck in a nightmare when just as he’s about to come Kyuhyun starts pressing icecubes against his engorged member until the heat fades, only to have the Chinese dancer fuck him close to release only to be stopped by Kyuhyun again and again.
When finally after God knows how long, he’s brought to the edge once again, the ice doesn’t come and the heat pools and it becomes hotter and hotter and Hyukjae is so happy that he’s finally allowed his satisfaction that he forgets about the cock ring, until it’s too late and he’s shaking violently through his second dry orgasm of the night. He’s screaming and throwing all the swear words he knows at Kyuhyun and he’s sobbing as he curls up, exhausted and aching.
There are gentle hands stroking his hair and Kyuhyun is wiping away his tears. “Hey…Hyuk, it’s okay, come on it’s okay, everything we’ll be just fine. Do you want us to leave?” Hyukjae wonders for a second and then shudders at the thought of them leaving him to do this himself. He shakes his head. He would rather be tortured than left to masturbate by himself after all that.
He misses the look the other two throw each other and Hyukjae almost regrets his decision immediately, because they’re parting his legs again and prodding at his overfucked entrance. He gasps and squirms as a round ice cube is pushed into his entrance, followed by another and then several more, until he was filled completely. Hyukjae lets out a growl as Kyuhyun nudges him to get off the bed and he almost collapses at the sensations the balls make inside him as he stands. The singer smirks, the kind eyes replaced by a possessive look and he half carries, half drags Hyukjae to the bathroom and pushes him into the bathtub, making him yell as his ass hit the hard surface, pushing and pressing at the balls inside, rubbing at his prostate.
Kyuhyun turns his attention to the blonde man reclining against the sink and practically stalks over and in the next second, Hankyung is on top of the sink, his legs spread and his head slumped back against the mirror as Kyuhyun fingerfucks him roughly, punishing him for all the teasing over the phone.
Hyukjae is so enthralled that he only realizes that he’s hard again when Kyuhyun picks Hankyung up and slams him up against the glass shower screen and Hyukjae twists to see them, brushing his pulsating member against the cool ceramic. The shower turns on and the sound of water fills the bathroom, but not loud enough to drown out the satisfied grunts and piercing moans. Hyukjae watches Kyuhyun slame into Hankyung again and again, his slim frame surprisingly strong enough to hold up the beautiful dancer. Kyuhyun bites into Hankyung’s shoulder and the dancer screams his lover’s name so loud that it echoes and Hyukjae is sobbing because he’s seconds away from yet another dry orgasm and he doesn’t think he can survive the pain again.
Then Hankyung is leaning over him and finally the cock ring slips off and Hyukjae comes so hard that he almost knocks himself out as he slams his head backwards. He’s dizzy when he’s finally stopped shaking and his breathing is ragged and his heart pounding. He blushes when he sees that he had come all over the walls and even over the blonde dancer.
Hankyung is limping slightly, but there’s a more controlled look in his eyes and when he steps inside the bathtub as well and grabs Hyukjae by his now limp member, somehow again caught in a cock ring, Hyukjae knew it wasn’t over yet. The Chinese man leads him closer until Hyukjae’s mouth is against his chest and he understands that he is suppose to clean up his own mess. Hyukjae is on his hands and knees, licking his own desire off Hankyung’s chest. Hyukjae find himself shoved backwards and Kyuhyun was shoved against him by Hankyung, who leant down with a wicked smile, lips closing over the tip of Kyuhyun’s member. The dancer sucks and bites and licks until Kyuhyun is moaning and jerking and thrusting into Hankyung’s mouth and grinding back against Hyukjae’s member until Hyukjae’s hard against the singer’s ass and each small movement sends a tingling down his spine.
The blonde man’s eyes are dark with lust when he comes up finally, his lips irresistibly red and Kyuhyun practically whimpers in desire. Hankyung takes his phone and presses a few quick buttons before throwing it on the side and pulling Kyuhyun out of the bathtub, the maknae almost falling out and he ended up sprawled on the floor with a groan as his erection came into contact with the cool tiles. Hankyung straddles the younger man grinds down on him for a while, eliciting hisses and soft pleas from the singer, until finally the Chinese man eases himself down on Kyuhyun’s weeping member.
The door opens hesitantly and Hyukjae is thanking every holy entity out there when he sees Sungmin peeking in, because by now Hankyung was riding Kyuhyun hard and fast and the cock ring was once again digging deep into his swollen arousal. Sungmin eyes the duo in the middle of the floor with an unreasonable expression before helping Hyukjae out of the bathtub and outside to his bedroom.
Hyukjae collapses onto his bed, the cushioning welcome after the unyielding hardness of the bathtub and his voice is so raw that he can’t even ask Sungmin to take off the cock ring. Sungmin stares at him with soft eyes and brushes the sweaty hair out of his face gently, “Oh Hyukkie, what a state you are in…” Sungmin fiddles with the cock ring and Hyukjae wants to thank his kind, caring best friend, but the words die in his throat as Sungmin touches and strokes and fiddles with his member, trying to figure out how to take it off, a frown on his face and a pout on his lips as Hyukjae jerks and gurgles incoherently, eyes wide open as Sungmin bends down and tries to remove it with his mouth. The heat suddenly surrounding his throbbing length and the scrap of teeth is enough to send Hyukjae arching off the bed and then collapsing heavily, chocking back sobs as he is once again denied his release, the dry orgasm sending shocks running through his body.
Sungmin frowns at his actions and tilts his head as Hyukjae continues to lie shuddering and trembling with his mouth hanging open. “Hey Hyukkie, I’m going to go ask them how to get it off okays?” Hyukjae makes a strangled noise in his throat as Sungmin turns to go and Sungmin frowns before beaming, “Oh I understand, you’re not comfortable!” He flips Hyukjae over and he anticipates when his hands are free so he can take off that fucking cock ring himself and burn it. But then he’s shouting and moaning at the same time when he feels something hard pushed into his entrance again and he’s screaming into the sheets as Sungmin flicks the vibration onto the highest setting before skipping off to the bathroom.
Hyukjae’s eyes roll into the back of his head as the vibrator messages strongly against his prostate and he’s alternating between screaming in pain of being not allowed to come and moaning wantonly from the intense pleasure. He doesn’t know how long Sungmin has been gone, only that it’s been too fucking long. The sounds coming from the bathroom, moans, thuds, screams, aren’t at all helping and the only thing keeping him from giving in to the heat is the prospect of another dry orgasm.
When Sungmin finally comes out of the bathroom, Hyukjae is writhing on the bed, body trembling and sharp spasms jerking through him. This time the cock ring slips off easy enough, but no sooner had it started to shift, was it replaced by Sungmin’s fingers clasping like a vice around the base of his cock. Sungmin jerks out the vibrator and puts it against Hyukjae’s balls then shoves himself in fully. Hyukjae screams and screams with each hard thrust, on the brink of desperation and lust and insanity. Sungmin comes hard inside of him and for a moment, Hyukjae thinks ‘wasn’t Minnie suppose to help me?” but then he doesn’t care about anything at all, because Sungmin had finally loosened his deathgrip and Hyukjae is coming so hard that his voice dies in his throat and he loses himself to the welcoming darkness.
Hyukjae wakes up the next morning aching everywhere and he practically crawls to the bathroom, because moving was next to impossible. He pushes open the bathroom door and freezes at the sight. Kyuhyun was still pressed inside of the Chinese dancer as they slept on the now dirty floor, but the really surprising thing was the fact that Hankyung in turn had his length still inside of Sungmin and Hyukjae was sure that the marks lining his best friend’s neck had nothing to do with him.
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