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If someone had told Jinu five years ago that he would some day be getting dressed in denim and leather while preparing himself to spank another man silly with a whip and a paddle, he would have told them to go get their head checked out. Even after he had gotten together with Baby such a thing had not crossed his mind until well into their relationship. He had always known that Baby was more adventurous than him, but Baby had never pushed him on it. He didn’t even talk to Jinu about it seriously until two years down the line, asking him if they could try some new things together.
He had sounded so tentative when he asked Jinu to be rougher in with him bed, perhaps to try out some pain play. Baby had always been fascinated by the idea of pain and pleasure combined. He loved it when Jinu accidentally pulled his hair a little too hard during blow jobs, loved it when he was forceful and commanding, but Jinu never took it further than that, and Baby really, really wanted him to.
It wasn’t that Jinu wasn’t interested at all, far from it – he was very curious what it would be like to be rougher with Baby, but so far he had always chickened out whenever it had come up. He didn’t have to confidence that he could do it safely, so even though Baby really wanted them to try it together, Jinu hadn’t felt like he could do anything but refuse. Baby had dropped it after that, of course he had – no matter how much he wanted to try it, he would never force Jinu into something he didn’t want to do. Even so, Jinu had felt guilty – and so he had started to do some research.
What he read made him blush at first, but it was very interesting too. He didn’t dive too deep into the more extreme aspects of it yet, mostly concerning himself the basics of BDSM. He read up on different types of scenarios, on the way to discuss limits and the use of safe words, how to make your partner feel safe without breaking immersion, and most importantly, how to treat a submissive partner during and after a scene. In the end, he came to the conclusion that this was something he could probably do, even though it would be hard to be that harsh with his lover.
When he told Baby he was ready to try it out after all Baby almost bowled him over, jumping into his arms and showering his face with kisses. Jinu was nervous, but pleased – this clearly meant a lot to Baby, so he was probably making the right choice here. He did request that they begin with something simple, to which Baby readily agreed – he also didn’t want to push his lover too far, and honestly, the fact that Jinu had studied and was ready to push himself this far for Baby was already amazing to him.
They discussed their limits first. Jinu wasn’t ready to restrain Baby, but he did agree to try spanking him, as well as being rougher with him in general. He was also on board with some costumes, although he didn’t want to lean into a full roleplay scenario, not for their first time. This was fine with Baby, who would take whatever Jinu would give him. They also agreed on some safe words and hand signals – a simple red-yellow-green system for when speaking was an option, and a one-tap, two-tap system for taking breaks or tapping out completely when it wasn’t. Baby reminded Jinu that the safe words were also for him, that he could tap out any time he wanted, and Jinu had smiled and thanked him for his concern.
Of course Jinu should have known that Baby would immediately drag him to the sex shop to get the required tools after their conversation. He looked around uneasily, fiddling with the mask on his face even though there were hardly any people around. If they got recognised here they would be in so much trouble on so many levels. So far it seemed like no one was paying any attention to them, though.
Baby dragged him straight over to the BDSM section. Jinu eyed some of the tools there with suspicion and awe, and he was profoundly grateful that Baby had promised they could start small. Some of those gags looked painful, and there were some tools Jinu didn’t even want to know the use for. Some looked like medical devices, while others looked somehow… medieval. There were different types of handcuffs, whips, chains, rope, collars, leashes – anything you could think of, really.
Meanwhile Baby was having the time of his life. He’d been dreaming of getting Jinu to be rougher with him for years, and now that Jinu had finally agreed to it Baby’s head was full of ideas. Some of the rougher shit was still out, at least for the moment – if he asked Jinu to tie him up and hang him from the ceiling Jinu would probably have a heart attack. No, he’d have to train Jinu carefully, make sure he was on board with everything before bringing that sort of thing to the table. They would start small for now, some spanking and whipping, and definitely some costumes, and they could go from there.
Baby weighed picked up two paddles and weighted them in his hand – one was made of wood, the other made of plastic – and held them out to Jinu to test. “What do you think? I’m leaning towards the wood.”
Jinu snapped out of his thoughts and studied the paddles, apparently taking this entirely too seriously. “I think I could hurt you more with the wood due to the weight and lack of flexibility,” he said slowly, testing the grip of the paddles as he spoke. “The plastic one seems a bit flimsy, though. The grip is very slippery, which would make it harder to aim, so I think the wood is still the better choice.”
Baby was overcome with a surge of affection for this man, this silly man who took everything too seriously, even the choice of paddle with which to spank his boyfriend’s ass raw. He hugged Jinu around the middle, causing him to almost drop both paddles to the floor. “You are amazing, you know that?” He muttered into the fabric of Jinu’s hoodie. Jinu put one of the paddles back on the rack so he could pet Baby’s head. “So you keep telling me.”
The wooden paddle ended up going into the basket, as did a short riding crop – Jinu insisted a regular whip required more practice than he had time for right now, and he refused to take the risk of doing permanent damage, so this ended up being their compromise. There were also some other items – a new remote controlled vibrator, a large bottle of lube, a pretty glass butt plug and a toy cleaner. Jinu wasn’t sure they’d get to use everything this first time, but that was ok. Saving some of the fun for later was perfectly fine with him.
Then there were the costumes, which made Jinu blush profusely even though he’d worn some pretty scandalous things on stage before. Baby offered him two choices of outfit – one involved high heeled thigh-high boots and a very tight leather speedo, the other a leather harness and very short shorts. Jinu opted for the shorts and harness, as well as a belt for the tools they were buying. He wasn’t sure about the paddle, it might be too heavy, but the whip would sit comfortably on his hip, ready when he needed it.
Having to pay for everything was embarrassing though – he avoided eye contact with the store clerk as he scanned their items, afraid that the man might say something, but he was the very picture of stoicism. They came home with two large black bags full of stuff and only narrowly avoided Romance questioning them on it.
They agreed on a date for their first scene together at a time when the others would be out – Baby had asked Mystery to drag them out somewhere, and Mystery had happily agreed to help. Baby wouldn’t have minded the added thrill of having to stay quiet, but Jinu was too nervous, so it was better to do things this way for now.
Their friends left after dinner to go to a concert, and Jinu and Baby cleaned up together, nervous energy crackling in the air between them. They discussed the details one more time, and Jinu made Baby repeat the safe words at least three times, until Baby rolled his eyes at him and asked whether he should perhaps get them tattooed on his arm instead. Jinu had snorted and said it might not be the worst idea, but he’d gotten the message, because he hadn’t asked again.
After this they both retreated to their rooms to prepare. They had decided that Baby would come to Jinu’s room at eight sharp, and that they would start the scene the moment he closed the door behind him.
Baby got dressed in front of the mirror, carefully checking his looks as he slipped on each piece of clothing. First were the panties, a soft shade of teal with white lace and bows, looking very delicate except for the fact that the crotch was open, exposing Baby’s cock and balls. Next was a pair of dark blue jean shorts, barely covering his ass. The striped thigh-highs were Baby’s favourite part of this outfit, the same teal of his underwear with slim black stripes. They were soft and warm, and he thought he might wear these outside of the bedroom too if they survived today’s adventures. There was also a crop top, cropped so high his nipples were visible when he stretched. It was an old huntr/x shirt that he’d bought at a second-hand shop and cropped himself, as a little tease for Jinu. The finishing piece was a collar, two pieces of soft black leather connected to a metal loop at the centre which perfectly framed Baby’s Adam’s apple. It was by far the most skimpy outfit he had ever worn, and he couldn’t wait to see his partner’s reaction to it.
Meanwhile, a few doors down the hall, Jinu was pacing a hole in his bedroom carpet. Heavy platform shoes clunked across the floor as he moved restlessly between his bed, the door and the mirror. He had made an effort to make his room look the part – he had dimmed the light as far as was practical and put out some candles, their flickering light causing shadows to dance across the walls. The tools they had picked out together were arranged neatly on his bedside table – all except the whip, which was dangling from the belt around Jinu’s waist. It tapped against his leg every time he moved, the cold, smooth leather not unpleasant against his skin.
He paced past the mirror again and paused, giving himself a once-over. He was dressed in the outfit they had picked out together, all black and silver, tight denim and leather. His eyes travelled up from the platform shoes and up his bare legs, lingering briefly on the shorts, so short that they barely concealed anything. Several belts were hooked across his hips, the riding crop attached to one of them, dangling from a leather loop for easy access. The harness on his torso hardly covered anything at all – the singular strap across his chest resting just above his nipples, the straps on his shoulders accentuating how broad he really was. Silver and black bracelets adorned his wrists, black leather straps matching the colour of his clothes, silver matching the colour of the loops and buckles.
It was simple, but it was effective – Jinu looked nothing like his usual self right now. He had never worn anything this revealing before, and deep down he was kind of excited for it. He knew Baby loved his body, and getting to show himself off for his lover like this was kind of exciting. Still, if Baby didn’t show up soon Jinu was going to lose his nerve – how was he supposed to dominate anyone if he was overthinking everything?
Maybe he should just treat this like a performance. It kind of was, now that he thought about it – he was wearing a costume, he had rehearsed his lines and made contingency plans, he had prepared the tools and checked the lighting himself. Bust most importantly, this performance was for his favourite person in the world. If he couldn’t pull it off for Baby, what kind of performer was he even?
There was a knock on his door and Jinu stopped mid-lap, heart leaping with excitement and nerves. “Enter,” he said, his voice deep and breathy, and he cleared his throat as the door opened and Baby stepped into his room. Right. It was showtime.
Nothing could have prepared Baby for the sight that met his eyes when he stepped into Jinu’s room. Sure, they had picked out their outfits together, but Jinu had refused to try his on at the shop, and Baby was suddenly glad for it, because he might have jumped his boyfriend right there in the dressing room if he had. The dark clothes he wore stood out against his pale skin, making him look ever paler, and the leather straps of the harness strained against his chest when he breathed. Baby wanted nothing more than to grab hold of it and kiss Jinu senseless, but he couldn’t do that. Not today. Today Jinu was in charge.
Baby stood there in the doorway, and Jinu cocked his head at him, a silent question – do you still want this? Baby made eye contact and smiled, then nodded his head and closed the door behind him.
Jinu’s attitude flipped immediately the moment the door clicked shut, taking Baby by surprise. His body language had been hesitant and nervous, but now he straightened up and pulled his shoulders back, his hands on his hips, and oh, that was fucking hot. His facial expression changed too – he’d looked very shy before, but now he wore a mask of confidence, a faint smirk playing around his lips as he looked down at Baby. Baby suddenly felt small – the height difference between them was something he didn’t think about much anymore, but with those platform boots and that imperious gaze Jinu seemed to tower over him as he stepped in close.
“My, what do we have here,” Jinu said, his voice low and dark. He looked at Baby like he was a tasty dish to be devoured. “Did you get all dressed up for me, pretty boy?”
The nickname sent shivers down Baby’s spine. He’d never seen Jinu look this predatory before, and it was making him feel distinctly flustered. “I did,” he replied, eyes twinkling. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” Jinu replied, his eyes roaming Baby’s body, taking it all in. Baby did a little twirl for him and Jinu chuckled. “It looks good on you,” he said, but then he frowned. “But what’s that on your shirt?” he narrowed his eyes. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Oh, this?” Baby said, casually straightening the fabric over his chest, his hand brushing over Rumi’s face on the print. “Just something I happened to have lying around.”
Jinu growled, a low, threatening sound that made Baby’s heart skip a beat in anticipation. “You come to me wearing their faces on your body?” Jinu asked, and he sounded so angry that for a moment Baby thought he’d actually pissed Jinu off, but then he saw Jinu’s hand reaching over, palming the handle of the whip. Jinu was never one to resort to violence if talking would suffice, not even when he was actually furious, so this had to be part of the act. Damn, he didn’t think Jinu had it in him.
“What are you going to do about it, hyung?” He asked, a clear challenge. “You going to make me take it off?”
Jinu grinned, showing off his sharp canines. “That would be a good start.” He watched as Baby took off the shirt, unhurried, apparently completely at ease with the situation. Jinu himself could still feel his nerves fluttering in his stomach like butterflies. To have his lover obey him like this… it was intoxicating. He could see how people could get into this sort of thing.
Baby dropped the shirt to the ground and placed his hands on his hips. “Better?” He asked, his tone defiant. Oh, Jinu was going to have to do something about that. “A little,” he said, “but not nearly enough to satisfy me.” His voice took on a hard undertone. “Get on the bed. Now.”
Baby scrambled to obey the command, heat pooling between his legs, erection starting to strain against the fabric of his shorts. Gods, Jinu sounded so hot when he was being forceful, it was unfair. He sat down on the bed, legs pressed together to hide the growing bulge in his shorts from Jinu, but of course Jinu saw anyway. “You’re enjoying this?” He asked, shaking his head as if disappointed. “It’s even worse than I thought. I’m going to have to punish you, Baby.”
Baby shivered again, more violently this time. His voice remained defiant, though – he wasn’t ready to give up the fight now that Jinu was finally pushing back. “Nothing you can do to me that I won’t enjoy,” he said, smirking. Jinu raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’ll see about that,” he said, and Baby’s breath hitched.
Jinu didn’t splay him out on the bed like Baby had hoped – instead he made Baby lean over on the bed, supporting himself on the mattress with his hands, his ass sticking up into the air. He slapped the riding crop against the palm of his free hand and the sound made Baby flinch in anticipation. “Let’s start with ten,” Jinu said, taking a step closer. “You will count them out loud for me, Baby. If you mess up, I will start again until you get it right.”
Before Baby could respond there was a sharp slap against his ass, leaving behind a sharp pain that made him gasp out loud. The fabric of his shorts dampened the blow a little, but it still stung, the skin burning where the whip had struck. “One,” he said, trying to sound strong, but his voice was wobbly. Jinu did not reply, just raised the whip again. By the fourth hit Baby’s voice was breaking, and by the sixth he had started to whimper. This was even better than he had imagined. His dick was throbbing hard, twitching in his pants, and Baby was sure there was a wet spot in the front of his shorts, because he had to be leaking like crazy.
Another snap of the whip and Baby cried out, his arms almost giving out. “S-seven,” he stammered, biting his lip to stop a moan from spilling out of his mouth. Jinu laughed, a breathy sound quite unlike his usual laugh. “Giving up already?” He asked, his tone playful, and Baby’s resolve hardened. “Never,” he muttered, but got caught off guard by the next hit. “Ah, fuck!”
“That’s not the number I’m looking for,” Jinu said, sounding amused. “Guess I’m going to have to start again.”
The blows came closer together this time, and Baby whimpered out the numbers without further protest. He was getting lost in the feeling of his ass stinging and burning, his world rapidly being reduced to the next smack of leather against denim. When he finally reached ten his arms gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees, leaning against the bed, breath coming in heavy pants. Jinu stood over him, the riding crop still in his hands. “Have you learned your lesson?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as if he was asking a very simple question.
Baby looked up at Jinu, tears shining in the corners of his eyes. His gaze was still defiant, but then he cast his eyes down to the ground. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” he said, his voice high and breathy.
Jinu felt his own erection twitching at the sight before him. He’d never seen Baby this pliant before, and it was messing with his brain in the best way possible. “Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you,” he said. “But perhaps, if you are very good for me, I’ll let you off light.”
Baby whined, and the sound went straight to Jinu’s dick. Gods, he wanted to bend Baby over this bed and take him so badly, but he would have to be strong for a little while longer. He re-attached the whip to his belt and pulled the paddle from the bedside table. “Come here,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Baby scrambled over to him, clearly excited. Jinu bent his lover over his knee and raised the paddle. Baby cried out in anticipation and pleasurable dread, wriggling in Jinu’s lap. “Please, Jinu, please,” he begged. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I swear!”
“Tell me what you’re sorry about,” Jinu said, then raised his arm high and brough the wood down onto Baby’s ass. It made a loud thwap in the silent room. Baby swore. Jinu didn’t hit too hard, no where near Baby’s pain tolerance, but his ass was still sensitive from before, so it hit home anyway. “Ah, fuck! I’m sorry!” He cried out. Jinu brought the paddle down again, harder this time. Pain was turning into pleasure again, and Baby struggled to keep his voice steady. “I’m sorry I wore a huntrix shirt to our date!” Thwap! “I’m sorry I mouthed off!” Thwap! “I’m sorry I defied you!” Thwap! “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry!”
Tears were stinging in Baby’s eyes as he felt his resistance breaking with every hit, pain turning to pleasure, his ass glowing and stinging harder and harder under the constant onslaught. His mind was going hazy with it, the instinct to fight back crumbling in the face of the desire for more, more of whatever Jinu had in store for him. His dick was so hard that it hurt, every smack of his ass pressing it into Jinu’s thigh, making Baby whimper.
Jinu had already raised the paddle for another hit, but at Baby’s outburst he lowered it again. “Good boy,” he said, his voice low and hungry. He placed the paddle on the bed by his side and ran a hand over Baby’s oversensitive ass, drawing another whimper from his mouth. Jinu’s hand was warm, too warm on already glowing skin even with the protection from the shorts, and it was more than he could bear. “Ah, Jinu, please, please,” he babbled, trying to wriggle away from Jinu’s hand and grinding down harder on his thigh in the process. Jinu patted his ass one more time, then let Baby go.
Baby sank to his knees in front of Jinu, his entire body trembling. His eyes were downcast and he was biting his lip, the very picture of submission. Jinu grabbed the paddle and used it to tilt Baby’s chin upwards, forcing Baby to look up. There were tears running down his face, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy. At first glance he looked miserable, but that look in his eyes was not one of despair – no, it was lust, raw and hungry, and Jinu almost looked away himself at the sheer intensity of it before he remembered that he was supposed to be in charge here.
“Good boy,” he said again, his voice husky through no choice of his own. Gods, this was fucking hot, he was really starting to see the appeal. Baby whimpered again. “Please, Jinu,” he begged, and there was real desperation in his voice. “Please, I need you.”
Heat coiled in Jinu’s gut at the sight of his partner, normally so proud and defiant, literally begging for Jinu on his knees. He just knew he’d be seeing this scene again in his dreams. He had never felt this powerful, and it was intoxicating.
“You’ve been so good for me, Baby,” he said, dropping the paddle back on the bed and undoing the zip on his shorts. “I think you deserve a reward.”
He beckoned for Baby to come closer. Baby complied immediately, shuffling closer on his knees, settling himself between Jinu’s legs. Jinu shoved his shorts down a litte, allowing his erection to pop free. The tip was a deep, dark pink, slick with precome. Baby stared at it hungrily for a moment, then leaned in to lick it, lapping up the precome from the head. Jinu groaned loudly, burying his hands in Baby’s hair. Baby was very good with his mouth, and he was very horny, so he was sparing no effort, licking and sucking, moaning and whining, every sound he made sending electrical tingles through Jinu’s body. His fingers tensed in Baby’s hair, pulling at it involuntarily when Baby sucked on him. Baby moaned in response, and it felt so good, so Jinu did it again and again. Baby’s moans were building in intensity and his hands were scrambling between his own legs, palming himself through his shorts. “Ah-ah, that is not allowed,” Jinu said, and Baby almost cried. “Please, Jinu, I need to-” he began, but Jinu cut him off with a sharp slap on the cheek. It stung a little, but more than the pain it was the shock that stopped Baby in his tracks. This had been something Jinu had been so reluctant about when they discussed it beforehand, but here he was, pulling out all the stops. “You will not touch yourself until I say that you can,” Jinu said sternly, and Baby felt a fresh throb of desire in his gut. “Now get back to work.”
Baby dropped his hands to his knees, whimpering around Jinu’s cock as he redoubled his efforts, sucking and bobbing his head. Jinu threw his head back and moaned, trying to keep his hips as still as possible so as not to make Baby gag.
It was tempting to let himself go, but there was more he wanted to do to Baby today, so his release would have to wait. Jinu pushed Baby off of him before it could go too far and stared down at his lover, looking completely disheveled, his hips twitching, a sizeable wet spot on the front of his shorts. Jinu smirked. Baby had to be so desperate he might come at a touch. Best be a little careful.
“Get on the bed for me, love,” he said, and Baby once again scrambled to obey. Jinu kicked off his shoes and joined Baby on the bed. He cupped Baby’s cheek, which was still faintly red where it had been struck before. Baby leaned into him like it was the first affection he had received in years, and Jinu’s heart ached. He helped Baby take off his shorts and underwear – crotchless, that little pervert. They’d have to play around with that later. He inspected Baby’s ass – it was still a little red, and clearly very sensitive, because Baby moaned when Jinu ran his hands over it. “Hyung, please,” he begged, his hips twitching involuntarily. “Please, I need you.”
This time Jinu didn’t punish him for it – Baby seemed desperate enough. He leaned in and planted a kiss on the small of Baby’s back. “Then you shall have me,” he muttered against Baby’s skin, using the opportunity to grab the bottle of lube from under his pillow.
It hardly took any time at all to prepare Baby’s ass – Baby may or may not have done so himself in the shower before, who could tell? Jinu seemed delighted by this discovery, which in turn made Baby’s heart sing. He was lying ass-up on the bed, face pressed against the mattress, supporting himself on arms and knees as Jinu fingered him open. His ass was still stinging a little at every little touch, and it felt absolutely amazing.
Jinu for his part was absolutely amazed at how easy it had been to reduce Baby to a whimpering mess. He’d never seen his partner this compliant before, and though he wasn’t sure he wanted this every day, he definitely wanted more of it. He curled his fingers just so, hitting Baby’s prostate, and Baby cried out loudly, bucking his ass back onto Jinu’s fingers. “Need you inside me,” he whined, and who was Jinu to refuse such a simple request?
He lubed himself up quickly, giving it a few strokes to ensure the lube was properly applied before lining himself up with Baby’s entrance. He pushed in about halfway in one sharp thrust. Baby cried out again, his voice high and keening, and Jinu had to take several deep breaths to stop himself coming on the spot. He set a slow rhythm, pushing in deeper every time until he was buried balls deep inside his lover, then pulled out and slammed back in as hard as he could. Baby was crying again, but this time it was in pleasure. Tears ran down his cheeks, staining the mattress as he begged Jinu for more, harder, faster. Jinu gladly obliged, his hand sneaking around Baby’s hip to grab hold of his erection. When his hand made contact with Baby’s weeping dick Baby actually screamed his name, which nearly tipped Jinu over the edge himself.
It didn’t take much for Jinu to finish Baby off – a few strokes and Baby was already moaning into the mattress, his hips bucking wildly as spurt after spurt of sperm stained the sheets beneath him. Jinu was right there with him – when Baby’s walls squeezed around him no amount of willpower could have stopped his orgasm if he tried. He buried himself in Baby’s ass, filling him completely. Baby was sobbing with relief, babbling about how good it was, how much he had enjoyed it, how much he loved Jinu for doing this to him. Jinu helped him lie down, a little away from the stain on the sheets. He kissed Baby gently, wiping the tears from his cheeks and pushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead. “You did so good for me, love,” he said, and Baby made a happy noise in the back of his throat. “That was so good, fuck, so good,” he muttered, sounding exhausted and drained. Jinu couldn’t blame him. Although this scene wasn’t all that hardcore by industry standards, it had been very new for them, and submission was probably quite new for Baby too. That sort of thing could really sap your energy, Jinu knew that only too well.
“Let me take care of you,” he said, planting a sweet kiss on Baby’s forehead. He went to fetch a wet cloth to clean Baby up, wiping the sweat from his brow first before moving on to the rest of his body, gently cleaning all the parts of him that he could reach. He’d prepared some of Baby’s pyjamas, so he helped his partner into them, then pulled the blankets over him and went to get changed himself. When he came back Baby was almost asleep, his eyes closed, his face snuggled into Jinu’s pillow. Jinu slipped in next to Baby and pulled him closer. Baby sighed happily and nuzzled his face into Jinu’s chest. “Love you,” he muttered quietly.
Jinu reached out to stroke Baby’s hair. “Love you too,” he replied, then closed his eyes, listening to Baby’s breath even out as he drifted off to sleep. Jinu was feeling quite drained himself, but also very satisfied. This was something he could get used to, he thought, seeing Baby so submissive and needy before him, although he had a sneaky feeling that the next person on their knees in this bedroom would be him. That was fine, though. Being in charge all the time would be exhausting… and perhaps he was a little curious about what it felt like to be slapped like that. He would probably not have to wait very long to find out.