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"Hmph.." Yeosang muffled as his head was buried in his boyfriend's torso.
"What is it, baby?" The smile could be heard in Hongjoong's voice as he looked fondly at the ball of fluff agitating in the hug.
"Hair..." the younger answered.
"Hm? Hair? What about it?" The other teased, a cheeky laugh leaving his mouth as he smiled fondly.
"Hair!" Yeosang whined as he moved his feet like a capricious child. It made Hongjoong chuckle, rolling his eyes. But he did as his lover asked, running his hands in the soft locks. When the younger sighed in contentment, Hongjoong's inner freak started to vibrate. As time passed, his hand became more insistent in the other's hair, making Yeosang squirm around slightly. At a particularly heavy stroke, the younger groaned.
"Eh eh," Hongjoong tutted. "Did you just growled at me? I thought you were a good boy."
At that, Yeosang practically jumped to sit up, looking at his boyfriend with big anxious eyes. "I am! I am a good pup... always!" he blurted out quickly, concerned that Hongjoong could be really angry.
The older slowly sat up too, positioning himself face to face with Yeosang. "Of course baby, you are. I didn't mean that you weren't."
Yeosang answered him with a hum, pouting, making Hongjoong sigh and smile.
"You want a proof? A proof that you are my good boy? My good puppy?" Hongjoong said, knowing what effect it would have on Yeosang. After all, when the younger started to call himself pup, it was never without reason. Yeosang nodded eagerly, almost bouncing on his spot. It made Hongjoong smile so much his cheeks almost hurt. God, he loved his boyfriend. He told the younger to lie down, which he did obediently. "Puppy?" He asked as he sat down beside the laid down figure. When Yeosang looked at him with his big questioning eyes, Hongjoong continued. "Safe words and gestures?"
"Red or three taps for stop, yellow or two taps for slow down, and green or one tap for it's okay," he recited obediently while smiling shyly. He knew he was a good boy and he knew Hongjoong was proud.
"Great, darling. Do you want to slip?" he asked seriously.
"I... as deep as possible... please?" he almost begged on the instant, then hesitated. "But... what about you?" the younger's concern made Hongjoong smile.
"Thank you for taking care of me puppy, but I know how to manage my own headspace. In the worst case, we have safewords, hm? Now don't worry and let me take control," a hum was his only answer, but he knew everything was fine. So he straddled Yeosang, sitting on his hips crotch against crotch, as the younger sighed in pleasure.
Hongjoong was a soft, really soft man, and Yeosang couldn't ask better. The older would always tease him and pleasure him in such a delicate way, caressing him softly as his fingers would barely touch the skin; sometimes even not touching at all, just letting his corporal warmth tease the other's epiderm. Yeosang was weak, always so weak for these touches. It was delectable, that manner Hongjoong had to ruin him softly. The older was running his mouth a few millimeters far from the skin, making Yeosang want to beg. Five minutes, just five minutes of foreplay, and Yeosang was already pliant and weak under Hongjoong as the only thing that really touched him was the older's breath. Yeosang knew, he knew exactly how he would feel soon, seeing himself already ruined from just the warm air his boyfriend exhaled. Yeosang knew it yet he wasn't feeling bad about it. He could have felt ashamed to be so weak but he, in fact, felt so proud. Proud to be in a relationship so fusional that he could fully let go in his lover's hold and fall between in his hands, proud that he found a man he could trust with his whole life and even more. He was proud and happy.
He almost screamed when Hongjoong bit his belly all of a sudden, contrasting with the soft touches. It made his dick twitch in his pajama pants under Hongjoong, making the latter smile devilishly. After leaving a big bite mark on his lover's abdominals, the older sat up to take a look at Yeosang. The boy was laying there, eyes cloudy looking up at Hongjoong, seeming completely gone already, silently begging for the older to keep going and go further. This sight made Hongjoong's mind click, helping him stop thinking and carry himself on his actions as he let go too.
He smiled a little, getting up to find the box they hid under the bed. He took what he needed: a large soft feather and a beautiful keen dagger. Both were white, looking so pure in contrast to the use they made of the objects. Yeosang absentmindedly looked at his lover as he took the objects, moaning without noticing when he saw them. It made Hongjoong look at him with misty eyes.
"You like these?" He smirked. The soft moan of a 'yes' was his answer. "You're anticipating?" He asked again as he stood up to walk around the room, making the feather dance between his fingers as Yeosang looked at him with utter desperation. "Of course you are. You always think so much, imagining everything I could do to you," he got closer to Yeosang, leaning to be close but never enough to touch the boy's body in any way, as Yeosang whined painfully at the lack of contact. "I bet you already feel my touches..." he whispered in the ear, triggering a heavy shiver in Yeosang’s body. "Even if they're not there yet," the older laughed a little as he saw the weak body convulsing and heard the loud whine that came with. He stood up straight again, moving backward to observe his boyfriend whining at the loneliness he felt, abandoned on the bed.
Hongjoong stopped everything, just looking at his puppy for long minutes, glaring at him while the boy waited to be touched. The older liked to see him like that. Weak, pliant, pleading, waiting, craving. All of this for Hongjoong. Hongjoong only. It was delightful to him. Hongjoong was possessive. More than that, he was territorial. Yeosang was his, and his only. Only he could make Yeosang feel like that. Only he could see Yeosang like that. Only him. Just Hongjoong and Yeosang. The older found himself groaning at the feeling of bliss waving in him at the thought that he owned Yeosang. He owned him mind and body.
And Yeosang loved that too. He loved being owned, claimed... branded. He wanted Hongjoong all over him, everywhere. He wanted to be reminded each second that the older controlled him, that he was the older's possession. Hongjoong was still a few meters away from Yeosang, looking at him. When the younger suddenly turned to look at his lover's eyes, their glares locking together, the two felt a shiver run down their spine. They shared a long electrocution along their body and both knew they thought the exact same thing: I trust him. As they shared the silent promise, both moaned and that was Hongjoong's cue to quietly come back to the bed, delicately removing Yeosang’s clothes. Once the younger was completely naked, he relaxed on the mattress as Hongjoong sat comfortably between his legs, firmly caressing his thighs. Yeosang sighed, basking in the sudden heavy contact, but suddenly the touches faded away and Hongjoong's hands were lighter than a spring breeze on the younger's skin, making him squirm. He knew what was coming next. He didn't have the time to anticipate before the large feather Hongjoong was holding ran on his skin. The touch was so light it was absolutely not enough, but the touch was also so tickling it was unbearably too much. This torturing mix made Yeosang convulse. Hongjoong enjoyed this sight, looking carefully to notice the exact right moment to stop. It was a few minutes later, when Yeosang started crying hysterically at the feeling.
"Touch me... touch me, Please!" he begged, throat tangled by sobs. Hongjoong smiled.
"You want me to touch you?" He asked in a honey-sweet voice.
"Yes... yes, please. Your hands, your mouth... anything, just touch me, please..." the boy begged, voice trembling at the same time his muscles convulsed from the feather tickling his groin. Hongjoong shushed him quietly, telling his good boy to calm down, telling him how much he loved him.
"I will touch you... in ten seconds," the older smiled, a mix of sadism and adoration making his lips curve as he led the feather to Yeosang's hard and leaking cock. The latter sobbed again, knowing exactly what to expect. The older put the top of the soft feather on the balls, making Yeosang jump
"One..." he counted, leading the feather from the balls to the tip of the younger's member. A long, lungs-emptying moan escaped him, the almost nonexistent touch overwhelmed him.
"Two..." the feather went down again, brushing down the length to reach the balls. When Hongjoong finally reached ten, Yeosang was completely soaked in sweat, slack on the bed like a chiffon doll, trying to take his breath as tears choked him.
"Touch me..." he murmured painfully. Hongjoong smiled fondly, finally putting his hand on Yeosang in a reassuring touch, making the younger sigh in relief and contentment. They took a short break, Hongjoong leaning up and towering Yeosang to kiss his lips. "Good boy... my dear puppy, you're beautiful. You're doing so well," he said between to kisses, running his tongue against the younger's lips. Yeosang was too far gone to keep up, letting his mouth fall open, not even kissing anymore. He didn't have any more energy left to concentrate on a kiss. When he moaned out loud, suffering from his neglected hard-on, Hongjoong stood up again. He went back between Yeosang's legs, gripping them firmly.
"You still want me to touch you?" he asked, not waiting for the answer. As punctuation, he squeezed the flesh in his hands until his painted nails penetrated the soft skin, making Yeosang whine loudly. The older bent down, nails still deep in the skin as his mouth bit harshly on the younger's torso, making him scream out loud in a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure. Both men lost the track of the time, too deep in their bliss to care about anything. Neither talked, they just enjoyed each other. They exchanged looks, sighs, and moans. They communicated without words: they didn't need them. They were fusionals, made for each other. They fitted perfectly, they were each other's euphoria. Eventually, Hongjoong regained himself and cleared a foggy mind to take the dagger. He looked deeply into Yeosang’s gone eyes to find any sign of discomfort, but he found none. He smiled when the younger nodded so weakly it was almost impossible to see. But the older understood, and it took him less than a second to run lightly the sharp, pointy tip of the weapon on Yeosang’s skin. He started by the thighs, brushing the freezing cold steel against the fresh scratches he left with his nails. Then he went up to the torso, running the blade sweetly between each mark he made, to connect them and create constellations even the sky doesn't know on his lover's skin. Yeosang was screaming at this point. The weapon was not even hurting him yet, just touching him gently, merely cold on his skin. But Yeosang wanted more. He wanted to achieve this shared moment with something meaningful. Something both of them craved. He needed to be owned, and Hongjoong needed to claim him.
"Name... your name..." Yeosang managed to pronounce with difficulty, locking his eyes with Hongjoong's, looking at him in such desperate and pleading eyes. Hongjoong understood, and his aching cock jumped in his pants at the thought of carving in his lover's skin again. So he chose the spot, just under the precedent cut he left a few weeks ago, the one that was still healing. He bent down, his face closer to the skin to write as properly as possible. It had to be perfect.
When Yeosang felt the dagger break in his skin for the first time, he thought he was coming. Each letter was a step on his way to heaven and the freedom feeling of the upcoming orgasm waving in him was almost knocking him out of his head. He was happy. He was out of his mind, levitating in the clouds in his head, in such a weak state with a strong man holding a dagger and carving in his skin.
Yeosang knew that he could have been in danger; he knew that if Hongjoong wanted to he could hurt him, even destroy him both physically and mentally. In this state, in this headspace, Yeosang was vulnerable enough to be broken. But he trusted his lover with his whole life and so much more; that is what was so addictive. He felt high about the feelings Hongjoong had provoked in him. He felt high about how softly Hongjoong loved him, how sweetly Hongjoong touched him, and how delicately Hongjoong hurt him. At the last letter, Yeosang was far gone. Still conscious, but so cloudy he couldnt form a single word anymore; only able to squeak, whine and moan. Hongjoong looked at his work, smiling as he knew that Yeosang would wear this scar for months. Hongjoong felt so high at the thought that he would be on his lover's body constantly. After a long reflexion and a soft smile, he decided to heal the bruise with his tongue, licking the dripping blood. Yeosang cried at the feeling of his lover's tongue running on the open cuts. The iron taste of blood and the high of this whole situation were enough for Hongjoong to come in his pants after only a few strokes over his clothed cock.
The older was panting on top of the bruise, tongue still out and covered in blood. Once he regained himself, he looked at Yeosang who was still panting desperately on the bed. The older ran his hands to gently hold the younger's hips, then bent down to face the almost purple and precum-soaked length. It took only one movement for Yeosang to cum. The older just ran the flat of his tongue from the balls to the tip of the younger's cock and Yeosang was screaming his lungs out, coming as if it was his last time. Everything fell quiet for a second, only heavy breathing rythming the silence of the room as the lovers stared at each other. Hongjoong eventually crawled up to tower the younger and kissed him with all the passion in the world, offering him the whole universe with his lips. He broke the kiss, gently stroking Yeosang’s cheek as they lost themselves in the other's eyes.
"I love you," they said at the same time, making them smile. After a minute, Hongjoong finally gathered the courage to leave his lover for a minute.
"I'll be back in a second, puppy," he murmured against the other's ear, earning a soft, tired nod from Yeosang.
The older hurried to the bathroom, stopping by the kitchen on his way back. He was soon entering the room again, finding a sleepy Yeosang curled on the bed.
"Hyung..." the younger whined when he heard the man closing the door.
"I'm here, pup," Hongjoong smiled softly, turning off the big light before walking to the bed. He put down a water bottle, a snack, a non-stingy wound spray, and cotton pads on the bedside table before opening the box to store the feather and dagger back in and pulling out a red and black collar. He closed the box quickly and pushed it back under the bed with a light kick of his feet to go sit beside his lover as fast as possible.
"Sit up for me puppy," he asked softly, and Yeosang obeyed even if his body felt heavy.
"Good, do you want me to settle your collar?" Yeosang nodded, and Hongjoong delicately fastened the collar around his lover's soft neck. "How do you feel, pup?" Yeosang blinked, eyelids heavy.
"Good... but... hyung... you?" He asked with hazardous words, tongue numb in his mouth. Hongjoong smiled.
"I'm good. I feel so good honey. I love you, puppy," he smiled, feeling a tear fall on his cheek. There weren't any sobs, only tears. Tears of happiness, that left his eyes as the adrenaline slowly stopped running in his veins. Yeosang looked up at his lover's face and fought his heavy body to sit up. He pushed himself forward to face Hongjoong, looking at him in the eyes before kissing his cheek where the teardrop was glistening under the dim light of the bedside lamp. Hongjoong smiled widely, his heart clenching in his chest at how much he loved Yeosang. He cupped the younger's cheek, looking at him in adoration. "I love you so much. You can't even imagine, puppy," he murmured.
"I love you too, hyung..." Yeosang answered, trying to sound as sweet as Hongjoong even if his voice was hoarse.
"Now let me heal your wound, so we can take a nap together, alright? Drink some water while I do this," Hongjoong explained and Yeosang nodded. "Good boy," the older smiled cheekily, teasing his puppy who blushed warm and red. Ten minutes later, the two were tangled together under their blanket, Hongjoong caressing Yeosang's hair as they fell asleep in each other's embrace with a smile on their face.