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The air feels too hot on Gunwook’s skin as he pants around gasping breaths. His lungs scream for cool air, to escape the inferno he’s built for himself in the middle of their living room. His hips cant rhythmically as he fucks down into the cushion he’s propped himself upon. Little pathetic moans drip from his lips like strings of saliva, dribbling into the softness below him and staining the light fabric.
Gunwook is pretty much fully naked, in all his sweat-sheened, golden-skinned glory, save only for the black leather collar around his neck. A bell attached to the clasp of the leather band rings with every stuttered movement of his hips. He’s caging the cushion below him in the broadness of his frame, gripping the fabric in tight fists as his hips work erratically.
Gunwook whines high in his throat as the tip of his cock rubs against the damp plush material. God, Matthew was going to be furious, but his cock only jumps at the thought of wicked hands and unrelenting pressure around his collared neck.
In moments of weakness like these, Gunwook succumbs to his desires, ugly and raw. He disregards the stern voice of Matthew’s commands and indulges in the naughtiness of it all. And so, with his hips jerking against the wet tug of the now-soaked cushion, Gunwook chases the feeling; an overwhelming sense of pleasure, heightened by the illegality and electrified by the dregs of his dying conscience.
Gunwook speeds up, working for that high, the white-hot bliss of a forbidden orgasm. Moans and whimpers and whines decorate the living room, burrowing into plant pots, slipping between books, spilling onto the rug. The smell of his desire seeps into everything, unmistakable in the sticky air.
The pressure of orgasm builds in his navel and Gunwook ruts faster, whimpering with every breath, crying out Matthew’s name as if to worship the very statue he’s desecrating. And he’s so close, so worked up, so desperate. The chime of his bell jingles happily as his hips stutter with finality.
Just a little more, a little longer.
There are tears streaming down his cheeks now, wetting the soiled pillow even further. Gunwook is crying out with whimpered moans as he gives one more thrust, then two—but the third never comes.
A hand is grabbing the back of his collar and yanking him away from the cushion. For a moment, the pressure on his neck makes his vision white out, spinning the room as he tumbles backwards into the couch, flailing with his bell shrilling. In the mess of it all, he comes with a scream, the hard choking tug pushing him off the edge.
Gunwook’s cum splatters everywhere, glazes his chest, lands on the couch, soaks into the fabric. But there’s no pleasure, just an overwhelming feeling of loss and a dying spark. Gunwook is positively sobbing now, pleading and whining and begging to be given the bliss of release that was so cruelly snatched from his grasp.
“No, please, no, no, no—need to touch, ‘m sorry, need to touch, please, need it, need it—”
A gravely voice cuts through Gunwook’s blubbering, “Shut the fuck up stupid pup, how dare you disobey me?”
At the command, Gunwook freezes, clamping his jaw shut as best he can as the fizzles of a ruined orgasm shred through his body. But in no way is he silent, muffled whimpers squeezing out of his lips and curling in the heated air around him. Laying on his back, Gunwook peers through his tears at the watery face in his vision.
As a six-foot-tall man, Gunwook rarely ever feels small, but with a livid Matthew towering over his naked body still twitching from the aftershocks of an empty orgasm, Gunwook feels tiny. Minuscule and utterly at his mercy.
With his dick bobbing dumbly, trying to pump out the final spurts of cum, feeling for any inkling of pleasure, Gunwook looks up into Matthew’s pretty face, twisted with sadism and creased with anger, and whimpers out a stuttered honorific.
“Hyung..”
And then Matthew strikes him. Once, hard, across the face.
Gunwook cries out at the sting and cups his cheek, tears leaking from his eyes as he scrunches them closed. Despite it all, he can’t contain the moan that rips from his throat, slipping through his lips, swollen with his blubbering. His bell chimes melodically at the movement.
There’s a look in Matthew’s eyes now; crazy, glinting, savage. He leers down at Gunwook’s frame splayed over the couch, covered in his own cum from an unsatisfying orgasm.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Can’t even follow simple orders now?”
Gunwook knows Matthew is mocking him. The words strike him in the chest and throb at his navel. He absolutely should not be getting hard again at the cruelty laced in Matthew’s voice, but his dick twitches with arousal, spurred on by the pain still dancing on his cheek. Gunwook whimpers as he tries to hide his swelling dick with his overlarge paws, curling in on himself.
But a harsh grip on his wrist pries his hands away, exposing his half-hard cock, still red and flushed. Matthew scoffs at the sight; the sneer on his lips is lethal. Then, he releases Gunwook’s wrist, shifting up to his neck to grab the snug band of his collar, tugging hard until Gunwook is dragged onto the floor, his fall broken by the fluffy rug against his bare body.
Gunwook, having learned his lesson, keeps his mouth clamped shut, with only pathetic whines and whimpers escaping from his throat. The constant jingling of his bell rings in his ears, as merry and uncaring as Matthew’s iron grip. Once Matthew releases his hold, Gunwook scrambles to kneel before him, hands folding primly in his lap despite the smear of cum against his skin.
Gunwook gazes up at Matthew with a desperate sort of reverence, stars in his eyes and precum at his tip, dick bobbing up and down with every heaving inhale. With bated breath, Gunwook waits for Matthew to touch him, slap him, yank him by the hair.
Matthew’s gazing down at him now with a curl in his lip, sadism in his eyes, and a furrow in his brow. Gunwook whimpers unwittingly, then digs his nails into his own palms as punishment. Matthew only laughs drily and pats him hard on the cheek. A veiled threat, a warning, a promise of consequences. Gunwook’s cheek is still stinging, now electrified from Matthew’s touch, splotched ruddy with the abuse.
“You wanna misbehave puppy? Didn’t I tell you what useless mutts get?”
And with that, Matthew steps forward to thread his fingers through Gunwook’s hair, palm resting hot against the crown of his head for a split second before pain pricks at his scalp, hair pulled taut in Matthew’s fist. His bell jingles sweetly and Gunwook almost follows suit, barely containing the whoreish moan that rises in his throat at the spark of pain. But his cock bobs up and betrays him, flexing and squeezing and vying for any speck of pleasure. Matthew, his eyes glinting with a merciless light, locks onto the pathetic movement, scoffing at the desperation of it all.
Then, Matthew moves, slipping off his shoes and shifting forward with malicious intent as his gaze turns darker and darker. And the warmth of a socked foot is pressed straight onto Gunwook’s weeping cock, stepping down, down, down until he’s clawing at Matthew’s trousers, yelping at the pressure on his crotch as his collar trills with alarm. Gunwook’s dick burns, aches, throbs under the rough cotton weight, crushed between the hot force of Matthew’s sole and the slight pudge of his stomach.
But despite the sparking stings of pain that prick at the sensitive skin of Gunwook’s cock, precum continues to gush from his slit, staining Matthew’s sock with his desperation. And then, Matthew moves his foot, wiggling his toes as he slides over the length of Gunwook’s cock, still stepping down, still merciless. Gunwook moans unabashedly now, hugging Matthew’s leg and rutting his hips up into the scorching pressure. With each jerk of his hips, the pain in Gunwook’s cock increases, bringing with it a surge of pleasure, until he drops his cheek onto Matthew’s thigh, fucking mindlessly into the searing agony as it tears up his insides. The bright jingle of bells cuts an undercurrent of pathetic submission to the movement. Each merry chime reminds Gunwook of his place, grovelling at the feet of a man who takes sadistic pleasure in stepping on his cock.
Gunwook is drooling now, mouth open and staining the expensive fabric of Matthew’s dress pants a dark patch. The hand tangled in his hair continues to keep a firm pressure on his roots, just tight enough to ache with heady bliss. With every dribble of saliva, Gunwook releases a pathetic whine, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure rises in him.
He’s steeped too far in his haze of biting indulgence and brisk jingling to hear the rustling above him as Matthew palms his own cock over his trousers, running his free hand firmly over the bulge, breathing sharp through his nose as he watches Gunwook’s ruined face nestle into his thigh, jolting with his stuttered thrusts and the steady crush of his dick. And then Matthew is tugging his cock out, hot and heavy in his hand.
Gunwook startles at a wet slap against his cheek, blinking open and blearily fixing his cross-eyed vision on Matthew’s angry dick before him. From his angle looking up at Matthew, it looks huge. The veiny shaft sits thick in Matthew’s grasp, the head bulbous and shiny. Gunwook gulps as a bead of precum squeezes out of the slit, glistening as it trails down over smooth skin. He thrusts his hips faster, rutting determinedly against the harsh pressure of Matthew’s foot as he salivates at the sight of a pretty cock, collared neck ringing brightly with evident eagerness. And Matthew can’t help but scoff at him for it.
“Stupid puppy, you want my cock so bad?”
Gunwook nods immediately, lifting his head from Matthew’s thigh and dropping his mouth open, eyes never leaving the thick cock in front of his face.
“Are you a little bitch Gunwookie? Need hyung’s cock to breed you full of pups? Can’t go a day without thinking of cock?”
Gunwook’s hips stutter at the statement, his ears aflame. Tears begin to collect at his lashline as his eyes lose focus. Gunwook whimpers, needy and wanton.
“H-hyung’s cock, need it, ‘m hyung’s bitch, M’tew hyung, yours, wan’ your cum-” Gunwook’s breathless blubbering is cut short when Matthew tugs at his hair with renewed vigour.
“Tongue out, slut.”
Gunwook obeys in a heartbeat, uncaring for the saliva that dribbles onto the floor. Matthew slaps his dick onto Gunwook’s waiting tongue, ringing the bell attached to his collar with each hit. Ever so eager to please, Gunwook tries to close his lips around the head, only to have Matthew yank on his hair mercilessly, pulling him right off.
“Stay still bitch, let hyung use your mouth,” Matthew growls as Gunwook yelps, bell trilling in a chorus of startled chimes, trailing off into a moan as Matthew adjusts his grip on his hair tighter. Then he tugs Gunwook’s face back in front of his leaking cock. Gunwook half-closes his blurry eyes, jaw hanging open, pliant and patient for his hyung, save for his stuttered hips tinkling his bell with each sloppy thrust against Matthew’s foot.
When Matthew pushes his cock into Gunwook’s mouth this time, it’s intentional and cruel, sliding straight into Gunwook’s throat, making him gag around the size. Tears leak from the corners of his half-lidded eyes, clinging prettily to his long lashes and slipping down his flushed face. He sees Matthew grin sharply at him through his tears, feels him draw his hips back and then thrust straight back into the tight warmth of his mouth. The sound that squelches from Gunwook’s ruined throat is disgusting and lewd, hanging sticky in the air as Matthew snaps his hips relentlessly into the waiting wetness.
Matthew’s other hand comes to join the grip on Gunwook’s hair, tugging harder than ever on the soft strands. He’s truly dragging Gunwook’s pliant head into his cock with each thrust, fucking his mouth like a fleshlight, entirely too wet with the occasional sting of teeth against his length. A desperate puppy, Gunwook stares up at Matthew with shimmering eyes, something close to love in his gaze, the sound of bells chiming in the background. His unfocused vision can’t really discern the handsomely cruel features of Matthew’s face but he feels the heavy weight of his attention regardless, with his red cheeks stained with the shine of tears, lips spread obscenely around the girthy dick plugging his throat. Though he can barely breathe, sneaking minuscule inhales between the endless abuse of his throat, Gunwook feels pure euphoria in his aching knees, throbbing cock, and stinging lungs.
Then, Matthew fucks into his mouth with renewed vigour, jostling his bell even more, heavy pants leaving his lips with each rough thrust. Gunwook mimics the pace with his hips, feeling the familiar pressure of release build in his navel. He tries to warn Matthew, scratching at his dress pants, scrambling for the air to squeeze the words out of his spasming throat but only gurgles come out, quickly stifled by the familiar shape of Matthew’s cock.
But Matthew understands him anyway, releasing a hand to scratch at the back of Gunwook’s head in a gesture of comfort, like petting a dog, if the dog was drooling and rutting desperately against whatever he could get his paws on.
“I know puppy, just a bit longer, hyung’s so close, such a good boy for me,” Matthew grits out. Gunwook blinks his understanding up at him, fluttering his wet lashes as Matthew’s cock continues to slide in and out of his mouth. Gunwook’s own thrusts grow increasingly desperate, feeling the rise of pleasure in his stomach.
Gunwook digs his fingertips into Matthew’s leg, muscles warm and firm under his grip, tears stream unrestrained down his ruined face, pathetic bliss written all over his features. As his release swells, Gunwook grows sloppy with his hips, more mindless twitching than anything, undercut by the panicked jingling of his bell.
And when Matthew’s cock makes its final slide into his mouth and pumps thick cum straight down his waiting throat, Gunwook’s eyes roll right back into his head and his hips jerk desperately for a final few thrusts before he’s also coming, all over Matthew’s foot and his own abdomen. The pleasure doubles when Matthew pulls his cock out from the depths of his throat, settling the head right on his tongue and coating it with a potent layer of his cum. The moment his airway is free, Gunwook cries with his ruined voice, broken moans forcing through his warbled throat.
Gunwook swallows the cum as it hits his tongue, greedily drinking like a pup to a tit, savouring the salty tang and the pure essence of Matthew’s musk. His own hips work in little pathetic thrusts, sluggish from the effort of pumping out every last drop of cum. As the rush of oxygen fills his lungs, flows into his bloodstream, races to his brain, Gunwook feels lightheaded.
With the tail end of his orgasm fizzling out of his system and Matthew’s vice grip on his hair loosening, Gunwook falls into the growing black edges of his vision, trusting Matthew will catch him as his eyes slide closed. The last sensation he feels before the cover of blissful darkness pulls him under is a strong pair of arms around his body, cradling him against a warm heat, a beat in his ears and the fleeting tinkle of a bell.