Chain Me (to You) EXTRAS 2
Title: -
Rating: nc-17
Genre: mafia!au, smut
Pairing: sukaiho (jongin/joonmyun/suho)
Summary: You can't break things that are already broken.
Warnings: incest/twincest, past prostitution, some master-slave relationships, orgasm denial, double penetration, fisting
some little ficlets set in this au.
PROMPT: what if suho does something wrong and jongin punishes him by tying him to a chair and then fucking joonmyun until suho apologizes
PROMPT: double penetration
Jongin is three fingers deep in Joonmyun’s ass.
Now that he thinks about it Suho probably should have apologized for being a complete tease the night before, while he still had the chance - but he hadn’t, and was now bound tight to a chair, cock ring snug around the base of his shaft and being forced to watch as Jongin did things to Joonmyun until Suho apologized for his actions.
Joonmyun lets out a strained noise into the pillow, trying to rock back on Jongin’s fingers. They’d been going at this awfully slowly, and the cock ring clamped around his own cock wasn’t getting any more comfortable. He hadn’t been expecting to be splayed out on his hands and knees, his pert little ass in the air for show when he’d been summoned to the master bedroom, and certainly hadn’t envisioned himself being a punishment tool either.
“Suho,” he pouts, but his twin’s mouth is set in a grim line. Joonmyun’s ass clenches at air when Jongin’s fingers disappear. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”
Jongin nudges the stretched rim of his hole with his cock. “Clearly, not yet,” he says with much amusement.
This is his game now.
He sinks into Joonmyun until their bodies sit flush against one another and the boy does the whine-moan he always does when he’s finally full, the sensation almost like a second skin. Jongin fucks him slow and fast, snapping his hips extra hard when he knows he’s found Joonmyun’s prostate to reduce him into a pliant, whimpering mess.
Joonmyun wails plaintively beneath him. He bites into the sheets, hoping to muffle his embarrassing sounds but the cotton is unforgiving. He already wants to come but he can’t, and when Jongin reaches under him to stroke his cock he cries out into his pillow as the dry-orgasm overcomes him.
Suho bites his lip as a bead of sweat coalesces at his forehead, rolling down the side of his face and off his chin. He tries the bonds for the thousandth time but they don’t give way. He curses inwardly. Pride before the fall, they always said, and pride Suho had plenty to spare.
He has to remind himself that this is just a game, just like how he’d made Joonmyun scream and cry in uncontrollable pleasure last night, over and over again while he Jongin had looked on from the door while Suho mercilessly taunted him. It was petty but the blond sure wasn’t going to apologize for the little show he’d deliberately put on. This, though, he wasn’t sure how this was going to pan out at all because the longer he refused to give in, the longer his twin would be subjected to whatever Jongin wanted to do to him. A small part of him laughs at Jongin’s naivety, because the lurid eccentricity of the things they’d done in their whorehouse days were probably far beyond what a mafia head was capable of imagining.
Suho knows his twin’s limits, his boundaries, his capabilities. Jongin, surely, was no match for Joonmyun. This game was made for two.
He fidgets a little more, but the ties refuse to come loose. His fingers are well away from the knots and his legs are secured tightly to the chair legs. He presses his lips together, watching his cock dribble pre-come onto his thigh.
Joonmyun is sobbing into the bed now, falling into the role of the pretty boy ruined of his innocence, back arched in a perfect curve as he desperately tries to spread his legs further. He moans when he feels fingers digging deeper into his hips and lets himself be fucked until Jongin comes inside him, grunting through his release as he grinds himself to completion in Joonmyun’s ass.
Suho’s cock twitches at the way his twin ruts into the bed with an almost frenzied urgency once Jongin pulls out, crying out in relief when it finally grants him some long-awaited friction.
The sharp slap of Jongin’s hand against Joonmyun’s left ass cheek has him scrambling back onto his knees and forearms, a picturesque example of obedience.
It takes Suho a moment to realize he’s being spoken to.
“You don’t have many chances left,” Jongin’s warning him.
“I didn’t say I wanted any,” Suho says through gritted teeth.
“Fine.”
“Joonmyun can handle you, I can promise you that.”
Jongin doesn’t reply. Instead he leaves the bed and a trembling Joonmyun to retrieve a box from the drawer. He returns to the bed and pulls out a dildo of fearsome size, its length and thickness matching at least that of his wrist. He slathers it with a generous amount of lube, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for Joonmyun, and places it down on its flared base between the boy’s legs.
The twins eye the toy speculatively, both trying to gauge its size. They eventually shrug it off; they’ve seen worse.
Joonmyun hovers uncertainly over it, cringing a little when he feels come leak from his hole, dripping down his inner thigh. Jongin gives him time to work himself open further with his fingers before guiding his ass down, and Joonmyun feels the muscles in his passage stretch further than what he’s felt in a long while. He forces himself to exhale, and inhales deeply to relax. He sinks down further on the dildo, inch by inch, concentration flitting across his face as his ass just… takes it all in. Finally Joonmyun is left sitting on the base, happily adjusting to its size. He brushes his damp red hair out of his eyes and smiles, and Jongin watches it happen with an expression of slight amazement.
He makes Joonmyun fuck himself with the toy. He makes him ride it in front of Suho, he makes him thrust it into himself while on his back, legs spread wide for his twin to see his hole stretched around the impossibly thick girth.
Suho’s knuckles are deathly white, shaking slightly as he wills himself to remain quiet and stay put. He can nearly hear his composure cracking. He’s been tied to the chair for god knows how long now but he’s still got fight left in him, and pride to boot. His cock is an angry red, steadily continuing to leak precome, almost uncomfortable to the point where he’s considering repentance for his actions to be the answer to all his problems. He clenches his teeth and purposely avoids eye contact with Jongin while the latter smirks at him, sets the toy aside and starts fucking Joonmyun all over again.
“I-I can’t,” Joonmyun says hoarsely, eyes glazed and unseeing. He pants and gasps into his pillow. He looks back at Suho, begging him with the air of a starving man banned from a feast. “Just say s-sorry, please - I need to come and please - say - just say - ”
He sobs brokenly, tossing his head from side to side as Jongin pulls out, swipes several fingers through the mess of come and lube and shoves the digits back into Joonmyun’s ass to finger him.
Suho screws his eyes shut tight and his head hits the back of his chair with a thud. All he has to do is say it, admit he was a little shit, and it would all be over-
“More,” Joonmyun pleads, sounding on the verge of tears. Jongin complies, pushing in his third and fourth fingers and meeting barely any resistance. “I need more, more- ”
“Like this?” Jongin rubs his thumb around the edge of Joonmyun’s hole, toying with joining the rest of his fingers, and the boy’s entire body convulses in pleasure.
“J-just put it all in, I can take it, just fist me already- ”
Suho chokes on his spit and his eyes fall open to stare at his twin in shock. He instantly wishes he hadn’t done that because the first thing he sees is the rest of Jongin’s hand disappearing into Joonmyun’s ass, the ring of muscle clenching and spasming around his wrist. Joonmyun sinks onto his forearms and sweat drips off his flushed face, his red hair matted to his forehead. The muscles of his back heave with each gulp of air he takes in, a light sheen of sweat all the way up to his shoulders. He hasn’t felt this full, this good, this stuffed to the brim, in so fucking long that he’d almost forgotten that it existed. Not that Joonmyun hadn’t done this before, but it was usually Suho who had the better tolerance to their clients’ more extreme tastes
Jongin tests the waters carefully, gently flexing his hand and thrusting lightly, and Joonmyun keens in response. He looks to Suho but the blond isn’t faring any better, fingers gripping and ungripping the chair pathetically in his attempt to get free. A long drawn-out moan escapes the blond when Joonmyun screams from one of Jongin’s knuckles rubbing directly against the little bundle of nerves inside him. Jongin’s fist thrusts at a slow, even pace, stretching Joonmyun’s hole more every time, obscene noises filling the room.
Joonmyun wails and shrieks and begs and cries for Suho, screaming again into his knuckles while his twin pleads back for him to bear it. He clenches so hard around Jongin’s wrist that he wonders if his blood flow’s going to stop.
“You can take it, Joon,” Suho whispers through his own cloud of hazy lust. “Just be a good boy for him and take it.”
The red-haired twin stifles a loud sob. He looks so tortured by his pent-up release that Jongin takes pity on him and decides to grant him mercy for holding out this long.
Suho watches him carefully ease his fist out. Joonmyun’s gaping hole flutters weakly and his twin feels the sudden urge to fill it up, shove his cock or even the toy back in there, plug up his ass and repeatedly come inside it until his essence leaks back out.
Joonmyun weakly lifts his head off his pillow and looks about in confusion. “W-why…”
Jongin’s already left the bed, making his way over to Suho. He unties the blond twin with rapid efficiency and pushes him onto his back, in the centre of the bed, Joonmyun trembling at his side.
“Since your stubbornness is clearly going to outlast my physical performance,” Jongin says dryly, “I might as well make use of you.”
Suho raises an eyebrow.
Jongin makes Joonmyun clamber into his twin’s lap, spreading his pale white thighs apart so Suho’s cock can easily slip inside him. The boys expect the next command to be ‘ride’, but it never comes. Jongin makes Joonmyun lean forward until the twins’ chests are nearly pressed together, and then Suho knows exactly what’s happening as soon as he feels the blunt head of Jongin’s cock nudge at Joonmyun’s already occupied hole.
“Oh,” says Joonmyun, eyes wide. His fingers clutch at Suho’s shoulders.
“Ssh,” the blond reassures him, his thumbs rubbing away the tear tracks on his brother’s face from before, “you’ll be fine.”
It had accidentally once been one of Suho’s fantasies to see Joonmyun begging to be taken by more than one cock - and on the odd occasion when clients requested it, he’d come so hard watching that he’d nearly black out.
Joonmyun is, as predicted, fine. Jongin’s fist had done a decent job of loosening him up but Joonmyun was always a tight one, Suho thinks with much satisfaction, and the two cocks fill him up comfortably.
“Suho,” Joonmyun whimpers, clenching around the two of them as Jongin starts thrusting into him. “So… full…”
“God, you’re a little cockslut, Joon,” Suho says teasingly, and pulls him down to lavish him with some rough kissing.
Jongin swears he’s going to hit his climax just from listening to the two of them at it. They surely must have been the best in their field; exactly how much had his father paid to have them in his possession? But money, after all, didn’t matter when it poured into one’s bank account at the cocking of a gun.
He snaps his hips wildly, the double sensation of not only Joonmyun’s walls hungrily taking him in but Suho’s cock in there at the same time, rubbing against his own cock while they both fucked Joonmyun, threatening to get him off early.
Joonmyun mewls are lost in Suho’s mouth. He lies trapped, his twin under him and Jongin’s warm body draped over his back. He can feel another dry orgasm taking over but he doesn’t want this to end, not now, not when it feels so, so good.
Jongin can tell both of them are getting desperate, chasing after an orgasm they can’t reach. He’s not sure he can last much longer himself. Watching the twins shove their tongues down each other’s throats in his plain sight while he fucks one of them is breaking him down, and fast. He wedges a hand under Joonmyun’s belly to grasp the boy’s cock and his eyes fly open when he finds a hand that he knows belongs to Suho is already there. Nevertheless, they stroke him off together and Joonmyun writhes in pleasure between the two of them, wailing uncontrollably into the crook of Suho’s neck.
Jongin comes in Joonmyun’s ass a second time. the tightness of it milking him dry without second thought. He deftly removes Joonmyun’s cock ring and the twin reaches his own climax not even two strokes after the tight metal slips off. Jongin withdraws with a shudder at the sensitivity and helps Joonmyun off his brother. The red-haired twin slumps over in exhaustion and promptly zones out.
Suho is the only one in the room who hasn’t come. He gets the suspicious feeling that he’s going to be left like this all night long as further punishment, but Jongin proves him wrong by straddling his legs, leaning down to initiate an open-mouthed kiss. It’s wet and messy but Suho can’t find it in himself to care when he feels his cock ring disappear and then Jongin’s hand is jacking him off to completion.
Jongin swallows down all of Suho’s groans of satisfaction. Fingers find all the places on his alabaster skin where it’s been chafed by the ropes, rubbing gently as if in apology, and Suho vaguely thinks that he didn’t deserve such kind treatment after his behaviour.
“I don’t understand you,” Jongin murmurs, pulling the blond twin’s head back by his hair so he can mark his neck, “I hate your mouth and your words make me want to shoot you, but I don’t understand how to break you… not without beating you to an inch of your life.”
Suho supposes, then and there, that he should at least apologize for some of his offences.
“I… I don’t want to be difficult. It’s still hard for me to not see you as a threat to Joonmyun,” he mumbles awkwardly. It’s the closest he can really get to an apology. He winces slightly at the feel of teeth biting into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “But you can’t break me, Jongin, because I was already broken a long time ago.”
Jongin hums and pulls away. “I know. I believe you.”
“I-I didn’t say that for you to pity me.” Suho’s face goes red.
“If you say so.” Jongin shifts Joonmyun’s sleeping figure onto one side of the bed. “Poor boy,” he sighs. He grabs tissues from the nightstand and quickly cleans him up. “I shouldn’t work him so hard.”
Suho snorts. “Joonmyun’s been worked harder,” he scoffs. “You haven’t seen his limits.”
Jongin drags the blond into bed next to him. “Care to tell me what they are, then?”
“Find out yourself,” Suho replies.
Jongin’s eyebrow twitches. “You’re insufferable,” he says, shaking his head, and Suho feels a twinge of regret for his unkind words. Jongin doesn’t say any more, but when Suho’s sure that he’s asleep, he tentatively slings an arm over Jongin’s body and snuggles up into the warmth of his chest.
Jongin smiles in the dark.
more from the twins!au
Rating: nc-17
Genre: mafia!au, smut
Pairing: sukaiho (jongin/joonmyun/suho)
Summary: You can't break things that are already broken.
Warnings: incest/twincest, past prostitution, some master-slave relationships, orgasm denial, double penetration, fisting
some little ficlets set in this au.
PROMPT: what if suho does something wrong and jongin punishes him by tying him to a chair and then fucking joonmyun until suho apologizes
PROMPT: double penetration
Jongin is three fingers deep in Joonmyun’s ass.
Now that he thinks about it Suho probably should have apologized for being a complete tease the night before, while he still had the chance - but he hadn’t, and was now bound tight to a chair, cock ring snug around the base of his shaft and being forced to watch as Jongin did things to Joonmyun until Suho apologized for his actions.
Joonmyun lets out a strained noise into the pillow, trying to rock back on Jongin’s fingers. They’d been going at this awfully slowly, and the cock ring clamped around his own cock wasn’t getting any more comfortable. He hadn’t been expecting to be splayed out on his hands and knees, his pert little ass in the air for show when he’d been summoned to the master bedroom, and certainly hadn’t envisioned himself being a punishment tool either.
“Suho,” he pouts, but his twin’s mouth is set in a grim line. Joonmyun’s ass clenches at air when Jongin’s fingers disappear. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”
Jongin nudges the stretched rim of his hole with his cock. “Clearly, not yet,” he says with much amusement.
This is his game now.
He sinks into Joonmyun until their bodies sit flush against one another and the boy does the whine-moan he always does when he’s finally full, the sensation almost like a second skin. Jongin fucks him slow and fast, snapping his hips extra hard when he knows he’s found Joonmyun’s prostate to reduce him into a pliant, whimpering mess.
Joonmyun wails plaintively beneath him. He bites into the sheets, hoping to muffle his embarrassing sounds but the cotton is unforgiving. He already wants to come but he can’t, and when Jongin reaches under him to stroke his cock he cries out into his pillow as the dry-orgasm overcomes him.
Suho bites his lip as a bead of sweat coalesces at his forehead, rolling down the side of his face and off his chin. He tries the bonds for the thousandth time but they don’t give way. He curses inwardly. Pride before the fall, they always said, and pride Suho had plenty to spare.
He has to remind himself that this is just a game, just like how he’d made Joonmyun scream and cry in uncontrollable pleasure last night, over and over again while he Jongin had looked on from the door while Suho mercilessly taunted him. It was petty but the blond sure wasn’t going to apologize for the little show he’d deliberately put on. This, though, he wasn’t sure how this was going to pan out at all because the longer he refused to give in, the longer his twin would be subjected to whatever Jongin wanted to do to him. A small part of him laughs at Jongin’s naivety, because the lurid eccentricity of the things they’d done in their whorehouse days were probably far beyond what a mafia head was capable of imagining.
Suho knows his twin’s limits, his boundaries, his capabilities. Jongin, surely, was no match for Joonmyun. This game was made for two.
He fidgets a little more, but the ties refuse to come loose. His fingers are well away from the knots and his legs are secured tightly to the chair legs. He presses his lips together, watching his cock dribble pre-come onto his thigh.
Joonmyun is sobbing into the bed now, falling into the role of the pretty boy ruined of his innocence, back arched in a perfect curve as he desperately tries to spread his legs further. He moans when he feels fingers digging deeper into his hips and lets himself be fucked until Jongin comes inside him, grunting through his release as he grinds himself to completion in Joonmyun’s ass.
Suho’s cock twitches at the way his twin ruts into the bed with an almost frenzied urgency once Jongin pulls out, crying out in relief when it finally grants him some long-awaited friction.
The sharp slap of Jongin’s hand against Joonmyun’s left ass cheek has him scrambling back onto his knees and forearms, a picturesque example of obedience.
It takes Suho a moment to realize he’s being spoken to.
“You don’t have many chances left,” Jongin’s warning him.
“I didn’t say I wanted any,” Suho says through gritted teeth.
“Fine.”
“Joonmyun can handle you, I can promise you that.”
Jongin doesn’t reply. Instead he leaves the bed and a trembling Joonmyun to retrieve a box from the drawer. He returns to the bed and pulls out a dildo of fearsome size, its length and thickness matching at least that of his wrist. He slathers it with a generous amount of lube, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for Joonmyun, and places it down on its flared base between the boy’s legs.
The twins eye the toy speculatively, both trying to gauge its size. They eventually shrug it off; they’ve seen worse.
Joonmyun hovers uncertainly over it, cringing a little when he feels come leak from his hole, dripping down his inner thigh. Jongin gives him time to work himself open further with his fingers before guiding his ass down, and Joonmyun feels the muscles in his passage stretch further than what he’s felt in a long while. He forces himself to exhale, and inhales deeply to relax. He sinks down further on the dildo, inch by inch, concentration flitting across his face as his ass just… takes it all in. Finally Joonmyun is left sitting on the base, happily adjusting to its size. He brushes his damp red hair out of his eyes and smiles, and Jongin watches it happen with an expression of slight amazement.
He makes Joonmyun fuck himself with the toy. He makes him ride it in front of Suho, he makes him thrust it into himself while on his back, legs spread wide for his twin to see his hole stretched around the impossibly thick girth.
Suho’s knuckles are deathly white, shaking slightly as he wills himself to remain quiet and stay put. He can nearly hear his composure cracking. He’s been tied to the chair for god knows how long now but he’s still got fight left in him, and pride to boot. His cock is an angry red, steadily continuing to leak precome, almost uncomfortable to the point where he’s considering repentance for his actions to be the answer to all his problems. He clenches his teeth and purposely avoids eye contact with Jongin while the latter smirks at him, sets the toy aside and starts fucking Joonmyun all over again.
“I-I can’t,” Joonmyun says hoarsely, eyes glazed and unseeing. He pants and gasps into his pillow. He looks back at Suho, begging him with the air of a starving man banned from a feast. “Just say s-sorry, please - I need to come and please - say - just say - ”
He sobs brokenly, tossing his head from side to side as Jongin pulls out, swipes several fingers through the mess of come and lube and shoves the digits back into Joonmyun’s ass to finger him.
Suho screws his eyes shut tight and his head hits the back of his chair with a thud. All he has to do is say it, admit he was a little shit, and it would all be over-
“More,” Joonmyun pleads, sounding on the verge of tears. Jongin complies, pushing in his third and fourth fingers and meeting barely any resistance. “I need more, more- ”
“Like this?” Jongin rubs his thumb around the edge of Joonmyun’s hole, toying with joining the rest of his fingers, and the boy’s entire body convulses in pleasure.
“J-just put it all in, I can take it, just fist me already- ”
Suho chokes on his spit and his eyes fall open to stare at his twin in shock. He instantly wishes he hadn’t done that because the first thing he sees is the rest of Jongin’s hand disappearing into Joonmyun’s ass, the ring of muscle clenching and spasming around his wrist. Joonmyun sinks onto his forearms and sweat drips off his flushed face, his red hair matted to his forehead. The muscles of his back heave with each gulp of air he takes in, a light sheen of sweat all the way up to his shoulders. He hasn’t felt this full, this good, this stuffed to the brim, in so fucking long that he’d almost forgotten that it existed. Not that Joonmyun hadn’t done this before, but it was usually Suho who had the better tolerance to their clients’ more extreme tastes
Jongin tests the waters carefully, gently flexing his hand and thrusting lightly, and Joonmyun keens in response. He looks to Suho but the blond isn’t faring any better, fingers gripping and ungripping the chair pathetically in his attempt to get free. A long drawn-out moan escapes the blond when Joonmyun screams from one of Jongin’s knuckles rubbing directly against the little bundle of nerves inside him. Jongin’s fist thrusts at a slow, even pace, stretching Joonmyun’s hole more every time, obscene noises filling the room.
Joonmyun wails and shrieks and begs and cries for Suho, screaming again into his knuckles while his twin pleads back for him to bear it. He clenches so hard around Jongin’s wrist that he wonders if his blood flow’s going to stop.
“You can take it, Joon,” Suho whispers through his own cloud of hazy lust. “Just be a good boy for him and take it.”
The red-haired twin stifles a loud sob. He looks so tortured by his pent-up release that Jongin takes pity on him and decides to grant him mercy for holding out this long.
Suho watches him carefully ease his fist out. Joonmyun’s gaping hole flutters weakly and his twin feels the sudden urge to fill it up, shove his cock or even the toy back in there, plug up his ass and repeatedly come inside it until his essence leaks back out.
Joonmyun weakly lifts his head off his pillow and looks about in confusion. “W-why…”
Jongin’s already left the bed, making his way over to Suho. He unties the blond twin with rapid efficiency and pushes him onto his back, in the centre of the bed, Joonmyun trembling at his side.
“Since your stubbornness is clearly going to outlast my physical performance,” Jongin says dryly, “I might as well make use of you.”
Suho raises an eyebrow.
Jongin makes Joonmyun clamber into his twin’s lap, spreading his pale white thighs apart so Suho’s cock can easily slip inside him. The boys expect the next command to be ‘ride’, but it never comes. Jongin makes Joonmyun lean forward until the twins’ chests are nearly pressed together, and then Suho knows exactly what’s happening as soon as he feels the blunt head of Jongin’s cock nudge at Joonmyun’s already occupied hole.
“Oh,” says Joonmyun, eyes wide. His fingers clutch at Suho’s shoulders.
“Ssh,” the blond reassures him, his thumbs rubbing away the tear tracks on his brother’s face from before, “you’ll be fine.”
It had accidentally once been one of Suho’s fantasies to see Joonmyun begging to be taken by more than one cock - and on the odd occasion when clients requested it, he’d come so hard watching that he’d nearly black out.
Joonmyun is, as predicted, fine. Jongin’s fist had done a decent job of loosening him up but Joonmyun was always a tight one, Suho thinks with much satisfaction, and the two cocks fill him up comfortably.
“Suho,” Joonmyun whimpers, clenching around the two of them as Jongin starts thrusting into him. “So… full…”
“God, you’re a little cockslut, Joon,” Suho says teasingly, and pulls him down to lavish him with some rough kissing.
Jongin swears he’s going to hit his climax just from listening to the two of them at it. They surely must have been the best in their field; exactly how much had his father paid to have them in his possession? But money, after all, didn’t matter when it poured into one’s bank account at the cocking of a gun.
He snaps his hips wildly, the double sensation of not only Joonmyun’s walls hungrily taking him in but Suho’s cock in there at the same time, rubbing against his own cock while they both fucked Joonmyun, threatening to get him off early.
Joonmyun mewls are lost in Suho’s mouth. He lies trapped, his twin under him and Jongin’s warm body draped over his back. He can feel another dry orgasm taking over but he doesn’t want this to end, not now, not when it feels so, so good.
Jongin can tell both of them are getting desperate, chasing after an orgasm they can’t reach. He’s not sure he can last much longer himself. Watching the twins shove their tongues down each other’s throats in his plain sight while he fucks one of them is breaking him down, and fast. He wedges a hand under Joonmyun’s belly to grasp the boy’s cock and his eyes fly open when he finds a hand that he knows belongs to Suho is already there. Nevertheless, they stroke him off together and Joonmyun writhes in pleasure between the two of them, wailing uncontrollably into the crook of Suho’s neck.
Jongin comes in Joonmyun’s ass a second time. the tightness of it milking him dry without second thought. He deftly removes Joonmyun’s cock ring and the twin reaches his own climax not even two strokes after the tight metal slips off. Jongin withdraws with a shudder at the sensitivity and helps Joonmyun off his brother. The red-haired twin slumps over in exhaustion and promptly zones out.
Suho is the only one in the room who hasn’t come. He gets the suspicious feeling that he’s going to be left like this all night long as further punishment, but Jongin proves him wrong by straddling his legs, leaning down to initiate an open-mouthed kiss. It’s wet and messy but Suho can’t find it in himself to care when he feels his cock ring disappear and then Jongin’s hand is jacking him off to completion.
Jongin swallows down all of Suho’s groans of satisfaction. Fingers find all the places on his alabaster skin where it’s been chafed by the ropes, rubbing gently as if in apology, and Suho vaguely thinks that he didn’t deserve such kind treatment after his behaviour.
“I don’t understand you,” Jongin murmurs, pulling the blond twin’s head back by his hair so he can mark his neck, “I hate your mouth and your words make me want to shoot you, but I don’t understand how to break you… not without beating you to an inch of your life.”
Suho supposes, then and there, that he should at least apologize for some of his offences.
“I… I don’t want to be difficult. It’s still hard for me to not see you as a threat to Joonmyun,” he mumbles awkwardly. It’s the closest he can really get to an apology. He winces slightly at the feel of teeth biting into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “But you can’t break me, Jongin, because I was already broken a long time ago.”
Jongin hums and pulls away. “I know. I believe you.”
“I-I didn’t say that for you to pity me.” Suho’s face goes red.
“If you say so.” Jongin shifts Joonmyun’s sleeping figure onto one side of the bed. “Poor boy,” he sighs. He grabs tissues from the nightstand and quickly cleans him up. “I shouldn’t work him so hard.”
Suho snorts. “Joonmyun’s been worked harder,” he scoffs. “You haven’t seen his limits.”
Jongin drags the blond into bed next to him. “Care to tell me what they are, then?”
“Find out yourself,” Suho replies.
Jongin’s eyebrow twitches. “You’re insufferable,” he says, shaking his head, and Suho feels a twinge of regret for his unkind words. Jongin doesn’t say any more, but when Suho’s sure that he’s asleep, he tentatively slings an arm over Jongin’s body and snuggles up into the warmth of his chest.
Jongin smiles in the dark.
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