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The hum of the car engine running was too quiet. The feeling of dried makeup, fake tattoos feels ‘wrong’ now that the cameras are off.
After long, tiring hours of shooting the music video for red lights, nevertheless, many things lingered in Hyunjin’s head.
The loud bass of the song that left his ribs shaking and mind drifting to.. off topic thoughts that still lingered.
The faint feeling of those tight clothes pressed against Hyunjin’s skin.
The abiding feeling of chains pressed against Hyunjin’s skin, feeding into his secret kinks he’d concede.
Even with Hyunjin’s eyes closed, he could see the afterimage of the studios red pulsing lights.
The moment when I close my eyes,
All I see is red lights.
Chan’s long, large, veiny, and strong, hands firmly wrapping around Hyunjin’s throat that always, to no fail, made his head reel and heart race each time.
Which Hyunjin, oh so desperately wishes they were wrapped around something else.
It was one thing for Hyunjin to feel Chan’s hands on his throat in the practice room, but a different thing to feel it on set, under those pulsing red lights. Chan perfectly fed into Hyunjin’s desires.
Chan’s hands on Hyunjin’s neck felt like it belonged there, always left Hyunjin wishing for Chan’s hands to come back after it left.
You know I can’t leave you alone.
Hyunjin and Chan just spent hours tied together, sharing each other’s body heat. Hyunjin still can’t seem to get enough of him though.
No matter how hard I try to escape, there’s no answer.
The silence of the SUV felt like a weight pressing down on Hyunjin’s chest. The air in the car is thick, charged with static that questions who’s going to break first.
Hyunjin slumps in the passenger seat, his skin still humming from the heat of the previous events and the studio’s neon lights.
He feels raw and inexplicably needy.Every touch of his own clothing felt like an irritation.
So can you please come over closer?
He needed his clothes off.
Hyunjin needed someone else’s hands on him—specifically the hands that had been directing him all day.
He shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. His fingers pick at the seam of his pants.The fabric of his silk shirt dragging over his skin.
The seatbelt over Hyunjin reminds him of the weight the chains had against his sternum.Hyunjin lets out a frustrated breath that sounds too far much like a whimper.
Hold me tight, right now.
Hyunjin’s eyes focus on the red light they’re stopped at, the hue of the lights hovering over him.
He looks over to Chan, whose knuckles were white against the steering wheel. His profile sharp against the passing streetlights.Chan looked composed—focused—But Hyunjin knew better.
‘Hmm.’
Hyunjin thinks as he sees Bangchan wasn’t looking at the road; Chan was looking at the reflection of Hyunjin’s collarbones in the window.Hyunjin’s collarbones have faint marks on his pale skin from the chains, the faint veins on Hyunjin’s neck shine from sweat.The hue from the red light glows onto his collarbones.
Until I fall asleep in the sun,
Even deeper.
‘If Channie Hyung won’t act on his thoughts and touch me, then I’ll get him to.’, Hyunjin’s mind wanders with possibilities.
It feels like Bangchan has Hyunjin’s heart in a headlock.
Hyunjin pulls one knee up to his chest, purposefully shifting so his thigh fabric pulls tight against his thigh. Hyunjin knows Chan can see it in his peripheral vision by the way Chan’s jaw clenches.
‘Not good enough., Hyunjin thinks.
Hyunjin reaches over and traces the seam of Chans pants with his finger.
Chan keeps his eyes on the road, but he does raise an eyebrow.
After getting a reaction that doesn’t satisfy Hyunjin, Hyunjin reaches to himself and grips the seatbelt buckle.
Click.
Hyunjin didn’t unlock it, but he let the sound echo in the silent SUV.
“It’s too tight, Chan-ah. I feel like I’m still on set. I want it off.” Hyunjin states, not specifying if he’s talking about his clothes or the seatbelt.
Chans jaw remains locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek.
“Leave it alone, Hyunjin. I’m not gonna tell you more than once.” Chan continues, “What’s up with you?” Chan questions.
Hyunjin doesn’t answer, only laughs.
Hyunjin presses the button again, the metal sliding out the socket.
That was it for Chan.
Chan side eyes Hyunjin from the driver seat, taking a hand off the steering wheel to wrap slowly around Hyunjin’s throat.
Hyunjin nearly moans just from the touch, his own hand tightening its grip on his pants.
Hyunjins head gets pinned against the headrest.Chan lets his hand stay there, not tightening yet.
“Jinnie,”
Chan voices sternly, his eyes flashing with a promise,
“If you touch that seatbelt one more time, I’m locking the bedroom door the second we get home. You’re going to sit back in your seat and keep your hands to yourself, Undertsood?” Chan finishes.
Hyunjin stops squirming, his breathing heavy as his mind goes blank at Chan’s hand on his throat.
Hyunjin feels his cock twitch and suppresses a whimper from tearing out a throat.When was the last time Hyunjin was this needy?
“Fine.” Hyunjin mumbles, quieter than he was before.It takes everything in Hyunjin to not plead for Chan’s hand to stay there.Bang Chan’s lips curve into a tiny smirk.
Bang Chan’s hand squeezes Hyunjin’s neck.
“Good boy.”, Bangchan says calmly in a low tone, acting as if he doesn’t know the effect he has on Hyunjin.
Those 2 single words makes a blush spreads across Hyunjins face.
‘Chan knows what he’s doing.’, Hyunjin thinks.
I cannot breathe without you being right by my side,
I’ll die.
Hyunjin glances at himself in the rear view mirror and questions if he’s ever been this red before. Bang Chan’s hand lingers for seconds too long before his hand goes back to the steering wheel.Hyunjin lets out a soft whimper, purposely trying to get Bang Chan to fall for the bait.
“I don’t think I can wait ten more minutes Hyung, my skin feels like it’s on fire.Dont you want to make it feel better?”, He whines and puts his head back with his neck at display.
Hyunjin’s half lidded eyes doesn’t miss the way Chans eyes focus on Hyunjins neck through the window.
Hyunjin really wished Chans hands we’re undressing him.
Chan looks back at the road. “Ten minutes is a long time, Jinnie.” Chan says with that dangerously calm voice he only uses when he’s losing his patience.
Hyunjin would know that tone anywhere, him and the members loved being a pain in the ass.
Hyunjin also noticed how Chan begin to speed up slightly, pressing his foot further into the gas pedal. Hyunjin bites his lip to fight a smirk.
“Especially when you’re making it your mission to distract me. You want my hands back on you? Is that it?”
All I see is red lights.
(Red lights, Red lights)
Hyunjin didn’t even try to hide the shiver that racked his frame just from Chan’s words.Chans hand grips the steering wheel harder to keep himself from reaching over.
The veins in Chan’s hands tighten, popping out.
Hyunjin tries to grab one of Bangchans hands to put back onto his throat.
Bang Chan immediately grabs Hyunjins wrist and puts it back on Hyunjins lap.
“Hyunjin.” Bangchan firmly says before continuing, “Why are you being such a brat? Use your words.”
Chan knows Hyunjin’s too shy and overwhelmed to say what he actually wants.
That’s okay.
Hyunjins a good boy, he could learn to use his words.
Chan will get rid of Hyunjins brattiness himself.
Hyunjin half whines, half mutters, “Wan’ you to touch me.”.
Chan waits for the next red light to stop and turn towards Hyunjin. Bang Chan practically devours Hyunjin with his eyes. Bang Chan firmly grips Hyunjins jaw and turns Hyunjins face towards Chan.
“Be specific, Jinnie.”, Chan replied.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes, his sassiness still lingering through that neediness.
“I want you to choke me, I want you Hyung.P…Please touch me.”, Hyunjin remarked.
Chan lets out a groan and his thumb caresses Hyunjins cheek.
“Was is that hard, Hyunjin?”, Chan teases in a low voice.
Chan’s hand goes from Hyunjins jaw to Hyunjins crotch. He palms him through his pants, giving a quick squeeze.
Chan feels Hyunjins cock twitch. If Hyunjin wasn’t hard before, now he definitely is. Hyunjin lets out breathy moan, head falling back and hair moving back from out his face.
Hyunjin rolls his hips up into Chans hand, seeking more.
Chans breath hitches, the steering wheel surprisingly hasn’t fallen off from his hand gripping it so hard.
But I know, you and me.
Chan moves his hand away, leaving Hyunjin aching and needing more from just a single touch.
“C-Chan“, Hyunjin whimpers.
One of Hyunjin’s hands goes to run through his own hair to stop himself from touching himself.Hyunjin’s other hand still clenches around his pants.
The car sped up, the engine getting louder as Chan pushed through a yellow light. That single squeeze at Hyunjins crouch had left heat that was driving hyunjin insane.
“Hyung,” Hyunjin breathes out, the word catching in his throat.
Hyunjin reaches up, his fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
“C-Can’t.. It’s too hot.”
Chan eyes flicker to Hyunjin in the window. “Leave it alone, Hyunjin. We’re five minutes away.”
“I can’t wait five minutes,” Hyunjin snapped, his sass returning again.
“It’s not fair.” Hyunjin pouts, his bottom lip poking out. Chan watches through the window of the car and almost pulls over just to give Hyunjin what he wants.
Chan decides not to respond, and waits for the next red light to grab the seatbelt where it’s crossed over Hyunjins heart. He yanks it, pininng Hyunjin back into the seat.
“You want attention? Be patient and i’ll give it to you.”, Chan insisted.
Hyunjin gasps dramatically and Chan definitely doesn’t roll his eyes.
“Hyung, just stop the car. If you’re so in control, stop the car and do something about it.All you’re doing is staring at my reflection in the window.”, Hyunjin remarked.
Chan doesn’t fall for the bait, instead he reaches over and grips the back of hyunjins head.
His fingers tangle into his long, black, curly strands.
He hasn’t pulled yet, just held him there as a warning. Hyunjin lets out a groan.
“If I stop this car,”, Chan begins, his eyes not leaving the road even as his hand stays in Hyunjins hair.
“You’re not going to make it to the elevator. Is that what you want? For me to handle you in the parking lot like a brat?”
Hyunjin bites his lip so hard he tastes his own sweat.
“Maybe,” Hyunjin challenges, his voice sounding needy. “Atleast then your hands will actually be touching me.”
Chan grips Hyunjins hair before letting go and putting his hand back onto the steering wheel.
Hyunjin whines again.
There’s no other way.
They finally make a stop at the dorms. Chan doesn’t even wait for the engine to fully die before he’s out the car.
He yanks the door open for Hyunjin, his shadow looming over him.
“Out.” Chan commands and it leaves hyunjins head dizzy in a pleasurable way.
Hyunjin stumbles out, his legs feeling like jelly. He expects a hand on his waist, but instead Chan grabs his wrist with a grip and guides him towards the elevator.
Chan does this purposely so Hyunjin can’t get any relief yet.
The doors slide shut, and the silence is loud other than the mechanical hum of the elevator and Hyunjin’s ragged breathing.
Chan lets go of Hyunjin and moves to hits the elevator button.
Hyunjin and Bang Chan keep heavy eye contact.
The tension is palpable, clearly fucking each other with just their eyes. Hyunjin’s eyes are halflidded, clouded with a needy look.
Bang Chan’s eyes are clouded with desire and a not so subtle hunger.
The slight rumble of the elevator rising makes Hyunjin’s knees feel weak.
Hyunjin has never had a problem with living on the highest floor,
now he’s never been so annoyed at it.
Chan hasn’t touched him yet, but his presence feels like he’s invading Hyunjins space.
Hyunjin really wishes Chan’s hands were on him.
I really wanna know, yeah.
Hyunjin rubs his legs together, trying to be subtle. He tries to relieve himself at least a little bit.
Hyunjin’s hand tries to move down to palm his cock.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, on the railing. I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, Did I?” Chan continues, sucking his teeth.
“Fix your shirt Hyunjin. Your collar is a mess. You look like someone’s already had their way with you, and we haven’t even reached our floor yet.” Chan states.
Hyunjin barely hears Chan talk this rough, but he doesn’t mind—in fact it turns him on.
Hyunjin doesn’t move his hands to follow his instructions, and Bangchan moves towards him with slow movements.
Ive already lost control, oh.
Bangchan grabs Hyunjin’s necklace with a sharp movement from his wrist.
Chan winds the excess part of the necklace around his fingers until the chain was tight around Hyunjin’s neck.
The metal bit into the back of Hyunjin’s neck, forcing Hyunjin to look down and lean to Chan’s height.
Hyunjin lets out a gasp before whimpering, his hands going up to hold Chan’s forearms for balance.
“You wanted me like this Jinnie? You’ve got it. Be a good boy and hold still while I decide what to do with you.”, Chan states.
Hyunjin dick is painfully hard, his head is reeling with multiple feelings.
He stares at Chan with that needy gaze that makes Chan’s breath hitch at how pretty Hyunjin is.
It takes everything in Chan not to tangle his hand in Hyunjins hair and pull.
Chan pulls the chain one way for Hyunjins head to turn.
Hyunjin looks at the camera in the elevator that he completely forgot about.
After a few seconds, Chan pulls the chain back towards his face for Hyunjin to face him again.
“Do you think they’re watching, Hyunjin? Do you think they can see how much you’re shaking and hard just from a few simple touches.”, Chan asks with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Hyunjin whimpers, quiet in contrast to how vocal he was in the car.
“You’ve been loud all the way home,” Chan mutters but it’s loud due to the quiet elevator.
“We’re in the building now, the walls are thin.” Chan continues.
“Be a good boy for hyung.” Chan says and licks his lips.
Pre-cum drips from Hyunjin’s cock and a whine escapes Hyunjin’s throat.
Hyunjin knows when his clothes are eventually off, Chan will tease him for it.
The elevator door opens and Chan lets go of Hyunjin’s necklace.
He doesn’t look back to see if Hyunjin will follow, Chan knows Hyunjin will.
They walk to the door of their shared room, passing by the shared rooms of their other members.
Hyunjin wonders if they’re still awake.
Bang Chan grabs the keys out his pocket, his trembling hands reveal how excited and aroused he is.
“Jinnie, your safe word is apple.If you can’t speak and you want me to stop, tap me 4 times.”Chan says, confirming with Hyunjin.
“You’re still with me?”, Chans asks, eyes piercing but still showing care.
He’d never want to go too far with hyunjin or make him uncomfortable.
Hyunjin nods, his eyes glazed and dreamy and Bang Chan stops fumbling with his keys.
Bang Chan brings a hand to cup Hyunjin’s cheek.
“Use your words.”, Bang Chan commands with a low voice, reminding Hyunjin.
“Yes, i’m here hyung.”, Hyunjin whispers, he sounds desperate.
Thats all the confirmation Bang Chan needs before he’s unlocking the door, pulling Hyunjin by his waist.
As soon as Chan closes the door, Hyunjin is on him.
Hyunjin pushes him against the door, his mouth eagerly meeting Bang Chan’s.
He wraps his hands around Bang Chan’s waist. Bang Chan is caught off guard for a second, before bringing a hand to the back of Hyunjins head.
His hand splays against Hyunjin’s head, before gripping Hyunjin’s hair.Chan yanks Hyunjin’s head back, pulling him away.
“I never said you could touch me yet?”, Chan firmly says.
Hyunjin whines, lips going to a frown.
You know I can’t leave you alone.
“ ‘M sorry hyung, Please let me touch you.”, Hyunjin begs, and Bangchan’s head is beginning to get dizzy.
Chan didn’t even have to tell Hyunjin to beg.
Thats all it takes for Bang Chan to grab Hyunjin by his shirt collar and walk him to the room.
Bang Chan opens the door quickly, pushing Hyunjin to the bed and straddling him.
Chan straddles Hyunjin, the weight is a welcoming pressure onto his clothed hard, aching cock.
Chan feels Hyunjin’s bulge right beneath his clothed butt cheeks.
Chan leans down and his lips take Hyunjin’s lips.
Their hearts began to race, beating in tune with one another as they closed the distance between their mouths.
Their noses bump together, Chan’s hands go to feel up Hyunjin’s body, touching all over his skin.
The kiss was messy, but albeit hungry. Hyunjin feels blazing hot.
Hyunjin whimpers, his hands acting on instinct.
His hands slide down to grip the firm curve of Chan's ass.The fabric of Chan’s pants were dangerously thin.
Hyunjin always loved Chan’s ass. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it since he saw Bang Chan’s in those tight clothes on set. His hands digging into the his actual ass made his head spin.
Their lips frantically search for skin and air, taking eachothers breath.Their tongues dance against each other.
Everytime their lips meet, it felt amazing like a pleasant fever. It feels as if they were pulling at each other like magnets.
Hyunjin’s red full plump lips felt tender and soft against Chan’s cherry, full, and soft, yet defined, lips.
Their lips swollen, bruising from the frantic pace they’d kept.
Chan’s large hands skimmed up Hyunjin’s sides as if he were trying to memorize every inch of the ‘brat’ who spent the last few hours driving him insane and driving him to the end of his patience.
Hyunjin’s hips buck up, seeking more friction. His bulge driving more into Chan’s butt.
Chan’s breath hitches, using one of his hands to hold Hyunjin’s hips down.
Chan breaks the kiss and Hyunjin whines.Chan gets up off of Hyunjin, and Hyunjin sits up.
It takes everything in Hyunjin for him not to grab Chan to come back to his aching body.
Chan’s fingers wrap around the edge of his own shirt. Chan’s muscles tighten as he lifts the shirt over his head to slowly unveil skin.
Hyunjin’s seen Chan shirtless countless of times, but this feels extra intimate.
Chan’s body looks sculpted and Hyunjin just knows Chan’s abs are hard like iron. Chan’s skin is flush with heat, his abdomen hollowing slightly as he takes breaths.
The cool air hits Chan’s chest, making his nipples pebble.
Hyunjin always loves Chans flushed pink nipples.
“Hyunjin, my eyes are up here.”, Chan teases.
Hyunjin’s eyes move to Chan’s eyes and Chan smirks.
Bangchan kneels, and Hyunjin’s breath hitches.
Chan doesnt look away from Hyunjin as his fingers find the familiar weight of the wooden box. He grabs the wooden box from under the bed, rummaging for a second before pulling out a slip chain.
The links clank against together— this single cold metal making Hyunjin’s heart skip a beat.
Hyunjin almost moans at the sight, his dick jumping again.More pre cum leaks out his tip, the silk of his briefs soaked.
Hyunjin’s hands grip the sheets beneath him, heart pounding so hard he hears it in his ears.
‘When did chan have a box like this and what else is in there?’, Hyunjin wonders.
Bang Chan pushes the box back underneath the bed with his fingertips before standing up.
Chan holds the slip chain in his hands with a grip, a hungry look in his eyes.
He stands infront of Hyunjin sitting on the bed, standing over him. It makes Chan look larger, and more in control.
Hyunjin thinks, ‘Im so hard I can feel the blood rushing to my tip.’
Bangchan grips Hyunjin’s jaw to look up with him, shifting the chain to one of his hands.
“if you want to act like a brat, i’ll treat you like a brat.”, Chan stated, grip tightening on Hyunjin’s jaw.
Chan removed his hand and puts the slip chain over Hyunjin’s neck.
The cold metal makes Hyunjin shiver.Hyunjin looks up at him from the bed with half lidded eyes, filled with desire, pleasure, and need.His lips parted, breathing fast.
Chan’s finger slips into the O part of the chain, suddenly pulling.
It tightens around Hyunjin’s neck and Hyunjin straightens up slightly, letting out a whimper.
If Chan said Hyunjin’s whimpers weren’t affecting him, he’d be lying.
A bad liar.
Chan grips the chain, before pulling it. Hyunjin pulls forward with the tug of the metal, standing up and leaning to where Chan has him.
“On your knees.”, Chan commands, pulling the chain down to get Hyunjin on his knees.
Hyunjin’s breath hitches, letting out a soft gasp.
Hyunjin feels too overwhelmed to speak.
Chan sits on the bed, before spreading his legs open.
The action feels slow and sensual.Hyunjin practically salivates at the sight, Hyunjin’s hands idly rest on his own lap.
Chan slowly begins to undo his pants with one hand, the slide of the zipper vibrates through Hyunjin’s ears.
Chan doesn’t rush and It feels slowly agonizing for Hyunjin, and Hyunjin lets out another whine.
How many times had Hyunjin whined tonight?
Hyunjin’s legs and hands shake.
Hyunjin stares at Chan from the floor where he’s on his knees.
Hyunjin looks at Chan as if he’s taken his breath—which he has. The fake tattoos and makeup still on both of them doesn’t help.
Hyunjin averts his eyes to try to collect his thoughts and Chan gives another sharp but tiny tug.
“Eyes on me, Jinnie. Look at what you’ve been whining for all night.”, Chan commands.
Hyunjin’s mouth goes dry, then floods with saliva. His tongue darts out the wet his lips as he looks back up at Chan.
Chan finally finishes undoing his pants, lifting his hips up slightly to slide down his underwear and pants.
Chan lets the fabric falls away, discarding it somewhere, revealing himself to the heavy air in the room.Chan’s other hand still holds the chain, grip tight.
I just can’t leave you alone.
Chan’s pulsating, rigid cock comes out, finally free from his underwear.
Hyunjin’s eyes track the movement like a hawk.
Chan’s cock is girthy with veins running up it like the same veins on his forearms.
Chan has a slight curve, skin flushed a healthy red, smooth and hot to the touch. Despite it being big, it still has some length to it.
Chan’s cock is hard, painfully so.
He just has a better way of expressing it than Hyunjin who acts like a brat.
A single clear, slippery bead of moisture gathers at Chan’s tip.
It glistens under the bedrooms light.
It’s a silent realization that despite Chan’s calm voice and steady hands, he was just as affected by the ‘brat’ on his knees as Hyunjin was by the chain around his neck.
Hyunjins hands tighten even further on his own pants.
The chain around Hyunjin’s neck rattles—not because Chan pulls it, but because Hyunjin was trembling so hard he couldn’t keep the metal still.
Hyunjin knew Chan would finally ground him after a day of feeling like he was in a dream.
Hyunjin imagines the weight of Chan filling the space between his cheeks, or even Chan buried deep into his mouth.
Hyunjin reaches forward to touch Chan.
Chan tightens the chain around Hyunjin’s neck, the metal moving together makes a clanking noise.It stills Hyunjin’s movements, his cock twitches again.
“Stay, Jinnie.”, Chan commands.
“P-Please.”, Hyunjin whimpers, not specifying what he’s pleading for.
“Do you like what you see, Jinnie?”, Chan asks with a smirk.
Hyunjin answers breathless, “I hate that you’re making me wait.
I.. want, I need it, Hyung.”
Now, tell me you hate me.
Hyunjin stares hard as if it’ll be the last time he’ll see Chan like this,
still they will both forever savor the sight in-front of them.
Chan was right there, all for Hyunjin, mouth open and pants undone.
It would be so easy, right now, to take what he’s wanted for so long.
Hyunjin was right there, all for Chan, lips parted and on his knees.
Those eyes were killing Chan, he looks so desperate and needy just for him.
Chan’s hand that isn’t holding the chain lifts up. He pats his thigh before lifting it up once more.
His index and middle finger stay together before making a ‘come here’ motion.
Hyunjin’s stomach leaps and he immediately crawls towards Chan with a slightly arched back.
He closes the distance, right in between Chan’s legs.
He goes into a kneeling position, face to face with Chan’s cock.
Hyunjin felt a phantom ache in his own jaw just by looking at it.
“You’re.. you’re too big, Hyung.”, Hyunjin whispers, voice trembling.
Hyunjin’s not saying it in fear, but in a physical realization. Hyunjin swallows, his Adam apple bobbing harshly against the cool metal on his neck.
I can’t handle you anymore.
“And you’ve been a very loud brat about wanting it,” Chan reminds him.
Chan tugs on the chain again, making Hyunjin’s head fall forward more and his lips part.
“Take care of Hyung and maybe I’ll give you some relief.”, Chan states.
That’s all the clarification Hyunjin needs before his hands go to grip Chans soft thighs. Chan lets out a soft groan and Hyunjin leans down and begins to plant kisses down onto Chan’s smooth, hot, cherry red tip.
His tip is slightly redder than the rest of him, making it seem like it’s blushing. It twitches under his lips and Hyunjin fights back a smile.
Hyunjin licks his lips, tasting the pre cum from Chan’s tip.
It’s slightly salty with a subtle sweetness that leaves Hyunjin’s head dizzy.
Luckily, Hyunjin was on his knees because he wouldn’t have been able to stand with how weak his legs were.
Hyunjin pushes his tongue out his parted lips, beginning to lick at chans slit on his tip.
He runs his tongue along the wet slit up and down. Slick sounds fill the room and Hyunjin groans when Chan’s cock twitches in his mouth.
Chan’s breath is shallow, almost making it sound like soft, quiet whimpers.
“Tastes good.”, Hyunjin mumbles.
Hyunjin’s tongue swirls around Chan’s sensitive head. Chan’s eyes widen and he lets out another soft groan.
Hyunjin leans in further and begins to suck on Chan’s tip. Chan’s hand that isn’t on the chain grips hard into the sheets.
‘Hyung’s sensitive.’, Hyunjin realizes with a thought.
Hyunjin feels every twitch and throb from Chan’s cock, he enjoys the feeling in his mouth.
Hyunjin closes his eyes and leans in further to begin taking more of Chan’s cock in.
However, Chan’s eyes stay trained down on Hyunjin, taking the sight in.
Hyunjin’s hands begin to ‘wander’; His hands begin to grope Chan’s ass, feeling the soft flesh and caressing it.
Hyunjin pulls Chan closer using that grip, actively consuming what he’s wanted all day.
Hyunjin’s cheeks begin to hollow around Chan’s cock, bopping up and down.
Chan tugs on the chain again, Hyunjin whimpers and it vibrates against Chans cock.
Chan shudders and goosebumps cover Chans skin.
Make you feel my love, oh-oh (Oh).
“Open your eyes.”, Chan says, looking down at Hyunjin.
Hyunjin looks up at Chan through his lashes with that needy gaze Chan loves.
“You’re so responsive.”, Chan comments with a soft moan.
Hyunjin feels the pulse of Chan’s heartbeat against the roof of his mouth, a rhythmic thrum that matches hyunjins own frantic heartbeat.
Chan’s voice cracks into a low, guttural curse. Hyunjin goes deeper and feels every vein in his mouth. Hyunjin’s grip tightens on Chan’s ass once more before gliding down to grip his thighs.
Hyunjin’s finger nails leave crescent shaped marks on Chan’s thighs and butt. Hyunjin hears Chan breath hitch again and it sends a jolt of pride through Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s teeth accidentally graze Chan.
Bang Chan would never admit it feels good in an odd way.
Bangchan moans, “Careful, Jinnie.”, his voice thick and strained, “You’re being greedy, slow down.”.
His hand that’s clenching the sheets move to Hyunjin’s neck to grip.
Chan’s other hand shifts its grip around the chain on Hyunjin’s neck, tightening it around Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin moans and his eyes roll back slightly at the feeling of the chain and Chan’s hand around his neck.
Hyunjin doesn’t slow down, his eyes dark and defiant even with his mouth full. In fact, Hyunjin deliberately goes faster and sucks harder. Hyunjin swallows Chan’s length, his nose continuously bumping into Chan’s stomach.
“F-Fuck, Hyunjin you’re so pretty.”, Chan admits.
Hyunjin wanted—no needed Chan to lose that composure.
Hyunjin begins to gag slightly, determined to work Chan over the edge.
Chan’s eyes roll back in pleasure, head lolling back. His hand moves from Hyunjin’s throat (to which Hyunjin’s whines at) to grip Hyunjin’s hair. He begins to guide Hyunjin’s mouth on his dick, using Hyunjin’s mouth for his pleasure.
“G-Gonna cum down your pretty throat.”, Chan moans and Hyunjin nearly cums untouched just by Chan’s words.
Chan’s hand stays in Hyunjins hair, other hand holding the chain. His forearm stays on the bed for support.
Chan begins to roll his hips into Hyunjin’s mouth, Hyunjin gets caught off guard but adjusts easily. Chan’s cock hits the back of Hyunjin’s throat repeatedly.
Hyunjin gags and tears spring quickly in his eyes. He gulps reflexively, drool running down the side of Hyunjin’s mouth.Hyunjin’s muffled whimpers, Chan moans, and the chains rattling around Hyunjin’s throat fill the heated air around them.
If Chan’s eyes weren’t currently rolled back and unfocused, He would go crazy at the sight of Hyunjin’s eyes even glossier from his tears.
Chan feels Hyunjin gulping around his cock and that brings him closer to his climax.
Hyunjin feels this by the way Chan’s hips twitch while rolling into his mouth.
Chan’s moans and groans fill the room and Hyunjin’s muffled whimpers fill the room.
The sounds combine together beautifully, it’s endearing and breath taking. Hyunjin keeps his grip on Chan’s thighs and butt.
Chan looks down at Hyunjin with half lidded eyes, his eyes dark and filled with pleasure and desire.
Chan nearly cums right there at the sight.
On a dark night.
Hyunjin’s skin shines under the light from his sweat.The sweat on Hyunjin’s skin makes his hair stick to his skin.
That chain still around Hyunjin’s neck, covered in sweat.
Hyunjin’s already looking up at him through those pretty long eyelashes.
Hyunjin has stray tears coming down his cheeks, some building up at the corner of his eyes.
Drool rolls down the side of Hyunjin’s mouth, going down his jaw.
Hyunjin’s on his knees for Chan,
It’s a beautiful sight Chan’ll never forget.
He’s looking to see every reaction Chan makes. Chan’s hips begin to stutter, A bead of sweat rolls down Chan’s forehead.
“I-I’m close.”, Chan moans.
Hyunjin pulls off, just to replace his mouth with his hand.
He strokes Chan fast, twisting his wrist at the head.
Chan’s shaky hips begin to grind into Hyunjin’s palm; Hyunjin’s long, soft, but masculine hands feel like heaven around Chan’s dick.
Chan begins to pant, Hyunjin’s other hand traces against Chan’s V line.
Hyunjin eyelashes flutter, looking up at Chan. Hyunjin’s mouth is in position near Chan’s cock, ready for his load.
Hyunjin moves his hand from Chan’s v line to Chan’s contracted, tight balls.
He traces a vein with a single finger before moving his balls gently between his fingers like dice.
Chan’s presses himself further into Hyunjin’s hands.
“Cum for me, Hyung.”, Hyunjin nearly breathes out the words. Hyunjin sticks his pink tongue out, ready for Chan.
“Mhh..F-Fuck!-“, Chan curses loudly and quickly.Chan feels his body tense and a hot warmth spreads through his body.
Chan’s eyes roll back once again, hips stuttering and stilling. Hot lines of cum spurts out.
It shoots right onto Hyunjin’s face. Some cum goes on Hyunjin’s cheek, the rest going onto his tongue.
Chan’s cum is hot and sticky.Hyunjin strokes Chan through his orgasm, never looking away from Chan’s eyes.
Hyunjin closes his mouth to taste Chan’s cum.
He licks his lips, tongue darting out to the side to lick whatever else is on his cheek.
‘My kind of love.’, Hyunjin thinks.
Hyunjin only stops stroking Chan’s dick when it becomes soft.
Chan’s cock hangs, resting on his inner thigh.
Bang Chan pants, before using his hand that isn’t holding the chain to cup Hyunjin’s jaw.
“Good boy. “, Chan whispers.
Hyunjin hums and Chan’s hand swipes away Hyunjin’s tears.
Chan’s hand brushes against Hyunjin’s swollen, red lips to wipe off a stray of his own cum.
Hyunjin leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.
Hyunjin shudders, and it reminds him of his own hard, aching cock. Hyunjin lets out a whine. His breath coming in short, needy hitches.
Make you feel my love, oh-oh (Oh).
“Hyung, why are my clothes still on?” Hyunjin asks with that usual sassiness and brattiness in his voice.
Chan moves his hand from Hyunjin’s jaw.
Chans eyes darken at the tone.
He didn’t answer immediately; instead, he gives the chain a firm downward tug that forces Hyunjin’s head down.
Hyunjin whines and looks back up at Chan, Hyunjin’s hands resting on Bang Chan’s thighs.
Chan has a dark, almost bored look as he looks down at him.
Hyunjin feels his cock twitch again at the sight.
“Because I haven’t decided if you’ve earned it yet.” Chan claims in a low voice, though his hand is already moving to the first button of Hyunjin’s silk shirt.
Hyunjin lets out a whine when Chan undoes them slowly.
“Hyung, please,”, Hyunjin drags out.
The sound vibrates against the metal chain.
“You’re driving me crazy, I can’t breathe in these clothes.” Hyunjin finishes.
Hyunjin doesn’t wait for an answer, his hands flys to his own waist.
His fingers are clumsy, trembling frantically as he fumbles to undo his pants.
Hyunjin’s desperate to feel the air on his skin, to feel Chan’s palms where the fabric is irritating him.
Clink.
Chan’s reaction was swift. He doesn’t use his hands, just the chain around Hyunjin’s neck.
With a sharp jerk, Chan tightens the chain around Hyunjin’s neck.
He whimpers at the metal tightening around his throat, head reeling.
Hyunjin’s hands freeze at his waist, his heart hammering against his ribs as if it was trapped.
“Did I tell you to move, Jinnie?”, Chan’s voice was a low,
dangerous vibration that sent a jolt of liquid head straight to Hyunjin’s aching cock.
“No, but-“
“But nothing.” Chan interrupted, his eyes dark and fixed on the way the chain bites into the pale, sweat slicked skin of Hyunjin’s throat.
Chan reaches forward, his large, veiny hand covering Hyunjin’s shaky ones at his waist.
Chan doesn’t push them away, he squeezes them as a firm reminder of the difference in control between them.
“Hands on the bed. Now, Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin lets out a frustrated, broken whimper, but he still does it.
He pulls his hands back, fisting them into the dark sheets on either side of Chans knees. Hyunjin’s still on his knees.
Chan begins to work on the buckle himself.
He was working on his buckle agonizing slow on purpose, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of Hyunjin’s lower stomach with every deliberate movement.
No matter how hard I try to run away, set the mic up.
“You’re so impatient.”, Chan teases, his voice dropping as the leather finally runs through the loops.
“You want them off so badly? I think I’ll keep the shirt on for a bit. I like the way the silk looks against your skin while you’re shaking for me.”
Chan leans in close, his breath against Hyunjin’s ear.
“And since you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself— I’m going to have to take them away entirely.”
Hyunjin lets out a shudder, eyes trained on Bang Chan.
Hyunjin gulps, his Adam apple bobbing against the metal once again.
Chan reaches under the bed for the wooden box again, fingers opening it and rummaging through it.
Chan’s hand feels the familiar feeling of leather handcuffs around his fingers and he grabs it.
He pulls it out, holding the black leather cuffs in his hands. The metal chains in between the cuffs clink together with a shining glint, echoing in the room.
‘How long has Chan thought about this for?’, Hyunjin wonders.
Chan looks at the cuffs before looking back down at Hyunjin.
Hyunjin’s eyes widens and breath hitches. His heart lurches,
a flash of heat sparking further in his gut.
“Hyung..”, Hyunjin breaths, his voice needy.
Chan stands up, pulling the chain around Hyunjin’s neck up with him.
Hyunjin stands up, legs shaking. Chan puts the cuffs down for a moment.
Chan kneels, his head in position with Hyunjin’s crotch. Hyunjin’s pants are open already, waiting to be taken off.
Chan looks up at Hyunjin and Hyunjin’s cock twitches again at the sight of Chan on his knees for him.
“I should leave you like this, Hm?”, Chan teases and Hyunjin whines Chan’s name.
Chan looks at Hyunjin’s bulge, before planting a kiss onto it. Hyunjin exhales a shaky breath.
Chan pulls down Hyunjin’s pants first and smirks at seeing Hyunjin’s underwear. Hyunjin’s underwear has a dark, damp patch that has soaked into the fabric. Hyunjin rolls his eyes, knowing how Chan is.
Chan resists the urge to tease Hyunjin about it and pulls Hyunjin’s underwear down in a swift movement.
Hyunjin’s cock springs up fast, tip glossy and wet from pre cum.
Pre cum easily pearls out the tip and onto the floor. It’s sticky so it leaves a trail as it falls.
Hyunjin feels the air hit his aching cock and a whimper escapes his throat.
Chan looks at Hyunjin’s cock right infront of him, his own dick beginning to get hard again. Bangchan lets out a soft groan.
Hyunjin’s cock is average in size, but the length makes up for it.
His cock is slightly darker than his skin color, veins pulsating that run from the base to the tip.
His tip is way redder than Chans. It looks so red that it could be swollen, a blazing hot red.
His skin looks taut and stretched from being hard for so long.
Chan takes in the sight, staring.
Chan’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. Hyunjin gets impatient.
“Hyung, hurry up.”, Hyunjin complains.
Chan’s eyes shoot up fast, sucking his teeth.
Chan shoots up, his hand grabbing the chain around Hyunjin’s neck.
He slips his finger into the O part of the chain, yanking it towards himself. Hyunjin stumbles forward with a hitch of his breath. Chan tightens the chain around Hyunjin’s neck and Hyunjin whimpers.
Chan’s fingers wrap firmly around the base of Hyunjin,
thumb rubbing fast side to side over the tip.
It glides over easily, slippery from pre cum. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, lips parting with a moan.
Hyunjin begins to pant, making direct eye contact with Chan.
Hyunjin’s world practically shatters.
They’re close, bodies almost touching.
“You said your skin was on fire, Hyunjin? I’m going to make sure you feel every inch of it burning.”, Chan remarks.
Chan brings his own thumb to his own mouth, licking the pre cum from off his fingers.
Chan tilts his head and uses the chain to pull Hyunjin closer; Chan’s lips crash into Hyunjin’s, his hand threading into Hyunjin’s hair.
Their rigid, hard cocks brushes against each other’s thighs.
Hyunjin moans through the kiss and Chan practically devours it.
Hyunjin’s hands proceed to hold Chan’s waist.
Their tongues intensely dance, fighting to take each other’s breath.
Hyunjin’s finger nails rake Chan’s back, Chan’s back instinctively
Hyunjin’s fingernails leave scratch marks— No, Hyunjin wouldn’t admit it’s on purpose.
Chan’s tastes himself on Hyunjin’s tongue, moreover Hyunjin tastes his own pre cum on Chan’s tongue.
Their emotions feel naked, as if someone undressed them for it to be presented honestly.
Hyunjin breaks the kiss to catch his breath, they both pant.
The break is short before Chan’s lips find Hyunjin’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the open skin he could find beneath the shirt.
He finds a specific spot on his collarbone, biting down and sucking down hard.
Hyunjin’s breath hitches at the wet, warm, vacuum like pressure on his collarbone and his head falls back slightly.
Chan’s hand goes from Hyunjin’s hair to sneaking a hand under Hyunjin’s shirt.
He teases Hyunjin’s nipple, feeling it pebble under his touch.
Hyunjin lets out a gasp, panting hard. Chan tweaks the bud of Hyunjin’s nipple, before leaving him wanting more.
Until the moon falls asleep, even deeper.
Chan leaves violent shades of deep rose spots blooming across Hyunjin’s throat.
It feels like a dull, buzzing ache that borders on both pain and pleasure.
Chan’s mouth leaves Hyunjin’s neck and Hyunjin lets out a shaky exhale.
Chan tightens the chain around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling it up to make sure Hyunjin keeps eye contact with Chan.
The metal against Hyunjin brushes against one of the red marks Chan left earlier.
The contrast of the metal against the burning, irritated skin makes Hyunjin let out a high wail.
Chan’s mind wanders to how good Hyunjin would look with a collar on his neck. Chan’s hand lingers in Hyunjin’s hair.
“W-Want more..”, Hyunjin whines.
“Use your words, Jinnie.”, Chan replies.
“I.. need you inside of me. Touch me properly, Hyung.”, Hyunjin admits.
Bang Chan knows exactly what Hyunjin means by touching him properly.
Chan just wants Hyunjin to use his words properly.
Chan hums.
Chan moves his hand away to back up. Chan yanks Hyunjin with him as he backs up onto the middle of the bed. Hyunjin’s hands fall onto the bed before following with a crawl, back arched.
Chan pats his own thigh, “Come here.”, Chan says.
Hyunjin immediately does exactly that, straddling Chan’s lap.
Hyunjin moans as he settles himself, pre cum leaking onto Chan.
Hyunjin begins to grind on Chan’s thighs.
His hands go straight to Hyunjin’s shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin.
Chan begins to leak pre cum himself.
“Chan.”, Hyunjin whines, his head dropping forward. A gasp leaves Hyunjin’s lips.
Chan decides to not waste anymore time. Chan grabs the bottle of lube beside him on the dresser, squirting some out onto his own hand.
Hyunjin decides to not question why he has lube on his nightstand.
Chan’s other hand grabs Hyunjin’s hip, holding him still to stop him from grinding too much.
Chan’s hand goes to Hyunjin’s ass, finding his hole and circling the muscle with his thumb.
“You’re already so stretched for me,”, Chan murmured, feeling the wet heat waiting for his cock.
“…You were prepping without me, huh?”, Chan asks.
“Fingered myself in the bathroom at the set— wanted you.” Hyunjin replies, voice cracking in the middle from a finger brushing against his prostate.
Bang Chan’s perfect for Hyunjin.
“Greedy, Jinnie.”, Chan claims, adding a second finger Hyunjin didn’t have to beg for.
The grip on Hyunjin’s hips loosens, letting Hyunjin start to rock down against Chan’s fingers.
He presses his head against the crook of Chan’s neck, letting out small whines and whimpers.
Chan begins to flex and crook his fingers into Hyunjin’s prostate.
Chan begins to massage the muscles. Hyunjin breath hitches with every flex and touch.finding his prostate and massaging the spot.
“R-Right there,” Hyunjin moans, slightly muffled by Chan’s neck.
His fingernails digging into Chan’s back to try and keep his balance.
Chan groans and uses his other hand to tighten the chain around Hyunjin’s throat.
Chan pulls the chain back to take Hyunjin’s face out of his neck.Hyunjin whimpers and rocks his hips more against Chan’s hands.
With every flex of Chans fingers, it spreads Hyunjin’s entrance even more.
“You look so good on my lap.”, Chan murmurs, pressing a light kiss to Hyunjin’s shoulder and the marks he left.
Hyunjin’s nails rake over Chan’s shoulder blades, shuddering.
“Chan, Please, please, please-,” with every please, Hyunjin’s voice gets higher and louder.
He moans, his hips twitching against Chan’s hand, desperately trying to get more stimulation.
Hyunjin begins to get too overwhelmed.
“Please Chan, I want you inside of me.I wanna ride you.”, Hyunjin babbles, and Chan tightens the chain around hyunjins neck.
“Fuck.”, Chan groans. Chan’s fingers start to move in Hyunjin’s ass faster.
Hyunjin trembles, trying to keep up but unable to move from the fingers inside him.
I’m going crazy now, out of control.
“Please..Hyung, can I?”, Hyunjin moans at the loss of Chan’s fingers, sitting back a bit.
Hyunjin puts a hand on Chan’s chest, keeping himself upright.
Chan brushes his hand down Hyunjin’s chest.
He brushes his fingers down Hyunjin’s chest, grazing his nipples.
Hyunjin whines and Chan gives Hyunjin’s hip a reassuring squeeze in confirmation for Hyunjin.
Hyunjin’s hands go down to grip the base of Chan’s cock.
Hyunjin squeezes the flesh slightly, pumping it. Chan groans at the feeling. Hyunjin raises himself up.
“Come on, Jinnie.”, Chan murmurs.
Chan’s head rests back against the headboard.
Hyunjin moans as he pushes Chan’s tip in to start sinking down.
Chan moans, his eyes close, face flushing.Hyunjin moans loud, taking his time in stretching himself out. Hyunjin’s hands still hold Chan’s shoulder, digging in.
“You feel so good,”, Chan compliments, running his hands up and down Hyunjin’s sides.
Hyunjin whimpers, finally settling all the way down with Chan’s cock buried deep inside him.
Hyunjin pants, his eyelashes fluttering.
Chan opens his eyes, his hand leaving Hyunjin’s sides to grab the cuffs from earlier.
“Put your hands in-front, Jinnie.”
Hyunjin eyes focuses on the cuffs, before holding his hands out in-front of him. Both of their hearts hammer against their ribs.
Hyunjin feels Chan’s palm capture his wrists, pulling them together.
Chan snaps the leather cuffs around Hyunjin’s wrists—tight, but not too tight.
It’s enough that the weight is a constant reminder of Hyunjin’s lack of control. Hyunjin wraps his arms around Chan’s neck, the chain on the cuffs rattling.
“You’ve been reaching for things all night without asking. I’m tired of reminding you where your place is.”, Chan complains.
Hyunjin just trembles, feeling the wet cock in between his cheeks. It’s so hot.
“Move.”, Chan murmurs, his hands moving to Hyunjin’s ass to urge him on.
Hyunjin whines, lifting himself up a bit to drop back down.
“N-Nghh..”, Hyunjin moans, starting at a slow pace. Hyunjin throws his head back, Chan loves the sight on display.
Chan lets out a shaky exhale, “Just like that.”. Chan begins to move his own hips, meeting Hyunjin’s halfway and making him moan.
I’m staying up all night again.
(I absolutely can’t let you go)
“Good boy.”, Chan compliments.
Chan tightens the chain around Hyunjin’s neck, before letting it fall back against Hyunjin’s clothed but sweaty chest.
The springs of the bed begin to creak.
Hyunjin’s hands still in cuffs around Chan’s neck, buries his hands in Chan’s hair and pulling just enough to make Chan groan.
“Faster, Chan..”, Hyunjin moaned.
“Impatient.”, Chan mutters, but he’s already moving his hips faster.
Chan meets Hyunjin’s pace with timed thrusts. The sound of skin against skin fills the room.
Hyunjin’s balls slap hard against Chan’s stomach. With every thrust, Chan hits Hyunjin’s prostate hard.
Chan presses down on Hyunjin’s stomach to see his own cock moving in and out of Hyunjin.
Chan presses down harder and Hyunjin moans loudly. Chan curses, his breathing getting faster.
Pre cum leaks out of Hyunjin’s tip at a dangerous rate.
“You’re too loud.”, Chan states, voice insanely close to cracking.
“H-Hyung, I- can’t.. I-It’s too much-“, Hyunjin try’s to keep his voice in check, but more moans come out.
One of Chan’s hands go to Hyunjin’s aching cock.
He starts at a fast pace, at the same Hyunjin’s back begins to arch, moans getting louder.
“You can take it.”, Chan nearly growls.
Hyunjin’s insides clench around Chan and Chan whimpers.
Chan uses his hand that isn’t on Hyunjin’s cock to hook his fingers into the silk collar of Hyunjin’s shirt.
With a sharp tug, he pulls it up. He forces the bunched up silk into Hyunjin’s mouth.
“Too loud, Jinnie. Bite down.”, Chan commands.
Hyunjin’s teeth sink into the expensive fabric,
Hyunjin’s loud moans turn into muffled groans and whimpers that vibrate in his own skull.
Shh, you know I can’t leave you alone.
Now, Chan begins to twist his wrist as he strokes Hyunjin.
Hyunjin keeps his pace on Chan’s cock, Chan keeps his pace with grinding his hips up into Hyunjin. Hyunjin groans, eyelashes fluttering.
Chan’s free hand does not stay still. He drags his own palm up Hyunjin’s chest. Hyunjin’s shirt is ridden up from Hyunjin’s mouth on it.
Drool begins to soak the collar of Hyunjin’s shirt. The friction against his sweaty skin makes Hyunjin’s stomach muscles spasm.
Chan finds one of Hyunjin’s nipples—already hard and sensitive from the heat. Chan clamps his fingers over it.
He twists and rolls the bud between his thumb and forefinger, timed with the strike of Hyunjin’s hips.
The sensation is an electric shock.
Hyunjins back arches further, cuffs around Chan’s neck rattles as Hyunjin clenches hard around Chan’s cock.
Hyunjin was losing it.
The rhythm begin to become too much— the way he was bouncing on Chan.
The friction between Chan’s hips striking up into him.
The brutal pace of Chan’s hand on his throbbing cock.
I really wanna know, yeah.
I’ve already lost control, oh.
“Look at me.”, Chan whispers,
fighting the urge to choke Hyunjin harder with the chain.
Chan watches tears spill over Hyunjin’s lashes once again.
Hyunjin is shaking, a tremor that makes it hard to keep his rhythm.
Hyunjin’s being overstimulated from five different directions:
The heavy, stretching cock inside of him,
the ruthless stroke on his cock, the stinging on his chest,
the cuffs around Hyunjin’s wrists,
and the chain wrapped around Hyunjin’s neck.
He’d tell Chan that he’s close and that it’s too much and that his skin was buzzing with too many nerves—
but he knows he can take it.
He’ll be a good boy for Hyung.
Hyunjin’s eyes roll back, starting to see stars.
The stars are red, matching the same red lights he’s been seeing all day;
The red stars pulse, the rhythm of his heartbeat pounding loud.
Chan can already tell he’s close.
Hyunjin’s insides keeps clenching around Chan and it makes Chan come closer to the edge each time.
“Y-You’re taking me so well, Jinnie.”, Chan praises.
It goes straight to Hyunjin’s ears, music to his ears.
Chan tweaks his nipple before messing with the other nipple.
Hyunjin tries to speed up, but Chan beats him to it him.
Chan thrusts up into Hyunjin’s quicker, and Hyunjin bites down harder on his shirt.
Hyunjin’s grip on Chan’s hair tightens. Chan moves his hand from Hyunjin’s nipple to free the silk damp shirt out of Hyunjin’s mouth.
Hyunjin’s breath leaves him in a broken cry, gasping for air.
“H-Hyung—please, too much— ‘m gonna-“. Chan’s hand at Hyunjin’s cock tightens around the base, just enough to stall him.
He keeps the pressure building but refusing to let Hyunjin cum yet.
“Please.”, Hyunjin whimpers, his eyes rolled back, his bound wrists rattling against Chan’s neck.
“That’s not what I want to hear.”,
Chan stops his own hips grinding into Hyunjin, hand moving to grip Hyunjin’s hips to stop him from bouncing on him.
Hyunjin settles heavy on him, full and aching.
“Beg for it. Tell me exactly what you want me to let you do.”
Make you feel my love, oh-oh (Oh).
Hyunjin’s pride was long gone, burned away by overstimulation and the chains on him.
Hyunjin’s head drops forward into the crook of Chan’s neck before picking it back up.
“P-Please, Chan-ah.. please let me cum.”, Hyunjin sniffles, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“I-I’ll be a good boy, I promise— just let me cum. I’m so close, it hurts.”
Chan whimpers at the sight, satisfaction shines in his eyes.
The sight of Hyunjin undone, bound, and crying his name makes his heart and dick jump.
“Do it, Jinnie. Cum for me.”
Chan’s hand becomes a blur of motion,
stroking him brutally that creates a vibrating friction which sends Hyunjin over the edge instantly.
Hyunjin yelps, trembling.
He comes hard, white heat splattering against Hyunjin’s shirt and Chan’s stomach.
Hyunjin clenches hard around Chan’s cock in spasms.
Chan watches it all—
the way Hyunjin’s pupils blow out,
the way his sharp jaw locks,
and he feels the way Hyunjin squeezes Chan’s neck in a silent, desperate grip.
The sight and the feeling is too much. That’s Chan’s breaking point.
With a moan of Hyunjin’s name, Chan rolls his hips one final time;
Chan buries himself as deep as possible into Hyunjin. Chan orgasms for the second time this night.
It’s heavy and hot, releasing all the tension he’d been carrying all day.
For some time, the only sound in the room was their synchronized, short, ragged breathing.
The heat leaves their skin, replaced by the cool air of the room hitting their sweaty bodies.
Hyunjin feels heavy and drifting, his head slumped forward on Chan’s heaving shoulder.
Chan’s head was rested against the headboard, nonetheless, Chan was the first to move.
Chan reaches to his side,
grabbing the key on the nightstand to the cuffs.
Chan’s head reaches back and with two soft clicks, the cuffs fall away.
Hyunjin’s arms drop, his muscles leaden and shaking.
Chan catches his hands,
bringing his wrists to his mouth to kiss the red marks around Hyunjin’s pale wrists.
“You’re so pretty, Jinnie.”, Chan whispers, his voice returned to its natural warmth.
Hyunjin lifts his head from Chan’s shoulder for Chan to take the chain of Hyunjin’s neck.
Hyunjin looks drained and tired, eyes half lidded.
Chan reaches up to Hyunjin’s neck, gently undoing the slip chain from Hyunjin’s neck.
He tosses the metal chain aside. It hits the floor with a loud clink.
Hyunjin lets out a small, shaky breath.His fingers weakly and gently curl into Chan’s hair.
The brattiness is gone, they both pushed each other past their limits.
“You’re okay, Jinnie. You did so well for me.”
Chan plants a wet kiss to the center of Hyunjin’s forehead.
“I..can’t feel my legs.”, Hyunjin admits, his voice sounding raw.
He shifts slightly, letting out a shaky exhale when he’s reminded of how Chan’s cock is still buried deep inside him.
Make you feel my love, oh-oh (Oh).
On a dark night.
Chan grabs Hyunjin’s hips.
“Ready?”, Chan asks, voice filled with tender and care.
“Mmm.” Hyunjin nods, bracing himself.
Chan lifts Hyunjin up slowly and carefully, off of Chan’s soft cock.
Hyunjin lets out a whine at the loss of heat, his insides instinctively clenching at the emptiness.
Trails of Chan’s cum leaks from Hyunjin’s ass to Chan’s cock.
Before Hyunjin could protest, Chan was already moving. His arms slide under Hyunjin’s knees and back, lifting him with a grunt.
Hyunjin’s head falls onto Chans shoulder, Hyunjin’s hand runs through his own damp hair.
Chan gets up and carries Hyunjin to the bathroom.
Chan lowers Hyunjin down onto the seat in the bathroom.
“Arms up.”, Chan says, and Hyunjin lifts his arms up.
Chan lifts the cum and sweat stained shirt over Hyunjin’s head, before discarding it.
Chan goes to the shower, turning it on.
He messes with the temperature until it’s hot but not too hot.
The steam in the bathroom is thick, blurring the mirrors and turning the room warm.
Chan helps Hyunjin walk over to the shower, Hyunjin’s legs trembling.
Hyunjin sits on the tiled seat in the shower.
The water hits them, the make up and the dark ink of the fake tattoos begin to run.
Gray black streaks swirl around their feet, circling the drain.
“The director kept telling me I looked too ‘obsessed’.”, Chan murmurs.
He picks up a soft washcloth and lathers it with soap. He begins to rub at the ink on Hyunjin’s chest.
His movements slow but tender with care.
I just can’t leave you alone.
Hyunjin lets out a tired but genuine laugh,
leaning his forehead on Chan’s wet shoulder.
“You were a little too good at it, Chan-ah. The way you looked at me turnt me on badly. Especially in the car, I thought you were gonna leave me in the parking lot.”
“I thought about it.”,
Chan admits, his thumb grazing over the red mark the chain left on Hyunjin’s neck.
Chan leans in to press an apologetic kiss to his skin.
“But you were being such a brat. I knew if I didn’t get you behind locked doors and in my room, I’d lose my mind.”, Chan continues.
The moment when I close my eyes, all I see is red lights, red lights, red lights.
“You did lose it.”, Hyunjin teases, his sassiness is definitely still there.
Hyunjin drags the soft washcloth against the tattoos on Chan’s flushed cheek and neck.
His fingers slide over scratch marks and fingernail marks he left.
‘Oops.’, Hyunjin thinks.
He’s not sorry at all.
Chan begins to wash the smudged makeup from Hyunjin’s eyes,
his touch delicate against his flushed skin.
“I’m tired and ready to be clean and in bed.”, Chan mutters and Hyunjin agrees with a hum.
They stay in the shower for some time, washing each other carefully.
Once they’re out, Chan dries himself and Hyunjin off with a towel, wrapping him up like something precious.
They crawl into the center of the mattress, tangling their naked limbs together under the heavy blanket.
The rooms dark, quiet other than their breathing.
Hyunjin tucks his face into the crook of Chan’s neck.
Hyunjin is against Chan’s chest, Chan’s chin resting on top of Hyunjin’s head.
Chan feels Hyunjin’s heartbeat, it’s calms him as he drifts off to sleep.
You know I can’t leave you alone.