☆ kink room

@♡ kim jongin. /he shook his head in denial of the tears/ i'm not crying. i'm fine--just why did you run away again? do you not want to stay here? i'll take you where you want to go--just tell me/it was frustrating to draw out jongin's voice/ how many times do i have to tell you things won't change if we don't talk? i can't have you being silent and then run off when you're upset. it doesn't work that way, jongin. /his head was throbbing and he pinched the bridge of his nose to contain the pain/ i don't know what to do anymore. i--

@☆ lee soohyuk. /jongin stands, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. eyes following soohyuk's retreating form, and he wonders - does he go after him? does he comfort him? jongin's tail flicks along his palms, and he holds it for comfort, so he can have the strength to follow soohyuk. he wanders into the study, looking towards his lover, seeing the crystalline pricks of melancholy in his eyes-- and jongin wraps his arms around his neck,/ so..ohyuk.. don't cry,

@♡ kim jongin. /with that, he had enough and knelt down and released jongin upon the steps before continuing up the stairs silently up the steps and to his office. his limp body slumped into a chair. his veins full of sanguine venom; the burn neverending to his soul. as always he spirits remained quiet or at least they tried to, but at that moment was utterly defeated. along with his black heart, his eyes welled with lucid sorrow. in the silence, he allowed himself to grieve over his failures and alienation from his lover/

@☆ lee soohyuk. i don't -- /he squirms in soohyuk's arms, sniffling heavily, and letting out soft gasps, soft blubbers, of his melancholy./ i don't .. need .. need the bed / i don't need that..!

@♡ kim jongin. /as upset as he was, he still had responsibilities. while jongin had no intention of abidding to his, soohyuk was one that didn't falter in his habits, morals, or duties. he lifted jongin up off the floor and began his trek up the stairs/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /jongin says nothing, only turning into his sweater, to let the tears fall, and let his heart rest for once. his teeth dig into his lower lip, two pointy fangs digging jntil they bleed. he barely tastes it, only wishing to hold back the sobs

@♡ kim jongin. you have pillows, blankets, sweaters in your room. you don't need to curl up like that, jongin /he shifted to look at the other for the first time since they had returned/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /jongin slips from his jacket, and uses it as a pillow, as he lays doen on the couch. curling up in the foreboding silence of their home, never having felt so cold in his lofe. impulses leave him shameful, and he can't shake the feeling. no matter what his excuse may be, he had been hurtful, and unfair.. but he has a feeling soohyuk doesn't want to hear his words right now./

@♡ kim jongin. /soohyuk got out of the car and followed jongin into the home, looking the door behind him. there was still no utterances that fell from his lips, no angry outburst, or sorrowful moans--silence permeated the room as he took his place on the couch, his head throbbing as he stared at the shadows on the ceiling/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /without a word, when the car stops, jongin gets out. he presses his door to close gently, wandering, with his hands shoving into his pockets, over to the front door. he waits there, then, with his head down, and heart heavy. just standing in the biting chill, waiting for his soohyuk to come meet him. he feels a big talk coming on, but one that he doesn't want to participate in./

@♡ kim jongin. /soohyuk returned to the driver seat and rounded the car back to the home. he focused on the winding roads that would take them home. the only sound he focused on was his breathing and the turn of the tears over the slick roads. he noticed the tears in the mirror but made no effort comfort jongin. he parked the car in the driveway and turn off the engine. he parted his lips to say something and ultimately nothing came out/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /he pulls away, then, as though he's burnt. he feels hot, and he shifts into the back seat of the car. his bottom stings, even more so as he rests on the leather seats, and he waits. tail curling around his wrist, heart heavy, and tears streaming down his face./

@♡ kim jongin. /soohyuk stood still and allowed jongin to have his moment but he made no attempt to wrap the other in his warmth/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /the sound of the car rolling up has him tilting his head up to look. slowly, he stands, moving towards soohyuk, towards his figure, his saddened aura. he knows that he shouldn't, but he can't help it. jongin tosses his arms around his waist, and buries his face against his chest, wonderin if a sorry would suffice, but knowing better./

becomes more vocal, unable to hold back his moans; the only thing on his mind is riding the high he’s feeling for as long as possible
feels like his body is engulfed in warmth, like he’s caught in a tight hug that’s so comforting he never wants it to end, like all of the stress in his muscles have been massaged out of him
rarely calls namjoon by his name, usually “oppa,” “hyung,” or “daddy”
doesn’t speak much; communicates in the form of grunts, moans, and weak pleas of “harder, hyung…”
reduced to a whiny, clingy mess, eagerly meeting each of namjoon’s s w/no restraint
intense need to be filled and marked with namjoon’s
craves continuous verbal praise and lots of kisses
becomes more sensitive—physically and emotionally
cries and scratches at namjoon’s back when he’s overwhelmed by how good he feels
is so eager to please namjoon, he can come just from being told he’s doing a good job
scrambles to hold namjoon close to his body whenever he thinks namjoon is too far away
namjoon cooing, “that’s my good boy…jimin-ah is my good boy…take it all, baby…” as he rocks his hips against jimin’s , unloading more inside of him while jimin drools into the sheets and begs for more
demands rough with hair pulling, spanking, and sometimes breathplay esp when close to
all of which namjoon approaches with caution, monitoring jimin’s condition and using his better judgement to hold back even when jimin cries for more
loves when namjoon showers him w/a variety of pet names like “baby,” “princess,” and "baby boy"
when they’re finished and namjoon pulls out of him, jimin starts crying, mumbling “i love you” over and over while namjoon holds him, peppering kisses all over his face and whispering, “i know, jimin-ah. hyung loves you too. hyung loves you so much”
lots of cuddling and gentle, lingering kisses on each other’s lips, hands, and cheeks
namjoon helping jimin out of the bed and (if jimin asks) carrying him to a warm bath where they feed each other pieces of chocolate in between kisses
all while jimin sits between namjoon’s legs, head resting back against his hyung’s chest, listening to the soothing sound of namjoon’s voice as he slowly comes out of subspace
checking each other for any possible injuries or deep scratches and tending to them with care
falling asleep in each other’s arms (b/c they both need the skin-to-skin contact) w/jimin’s face tucked into namjoon’s neck, softly pressing kisses there as namjoon his hair

drawn-out, intense
jimin touching himself in his lingerie while namjoon sits across from him and watches
namjoon calling jimin his “baby boy”
wall and table
size + hand kink
namjoon buying jimin lots of y lingerie (mostly lace)
jimin riding namjoon while sitting in his lap and squeaking when namjoon picks him up and keeps pushing into him
slight feminization
denial + also multiple s
namjoon draping his body over jimin’s and ing him into the bed
jimin sobbing “daddy…” when namjoon presses the inside of him against his prostate and asks “who am i, jimin?”
s and lapdancing
recording while they’re having to watch together later
namjoon spreading jimin open and watching his slowly sink inside
jimin ing while talking to namjoon on the phone without him knowing

@♡ kim jongin /soohyuk silently pulled at the side of the road and got out with a word. he got out of the vehicle and opened the back door as he stared blankly at the blemishes in the cement, waiting for the other male. his emotions in complete quietus, defeat in his limbs/

@☆ lee soohyuk. [ jongin; 9:06 pm] down the street, sitting at the busstop

@♡ kim jongin [soohyuk; 8:00 pm] where are you?

@☆ lee soohyuk. /the chill was biting, and his arms provide such little warmth. he's grateful for the heavy mass in his pocket, his phone on a loud setting, just incase. incase what? he wasn't quite sure. to call soohyuk? to make sure he isn't in a bind? to find his way back? so many possibilities. his head is kept down, and ears are flat to his head, and he never makes it past the stopwalk. stopping at the stop sign, waiting, watching, even though there are no cars - soohyuk told him it wasn't safe to cross the street alone. his brows furrow, and he stands there, shifting from side to side in biting pain, until he's looking over his shoulder, waiting for - hoping for - a glimpse of his lover. and he knows, not even deep down in his heart, that he should head back. that it was wrong. that it would make soohyuk hurt, and worry. and with those thoughts, the first proper tears of the night spill./

@♡ kim jongin /he didn't know how long he gazed out the window but when he turned jongin was no longer there. he gazed about the room with lazy eyes--looking under the bed, then the hall, the steps, the kitchen, slowly he searched every corner of the home to find it empty. he grew frantic with each room until he was looking at the unlocked door. as the realization dawned upon him, his lifeless form opened the door to an empty evening. he just stood in the doorway and stared out at the asphalt path running into the trees. his lengthy legs moved with celerity till he was halfway up the path where they morphed to lead. there was no point in going after him because he couldn't force him. soohyuk only has as much dominion as jongin allowed--right now he didn't know if he was his lover or his master and that question left him in a position where he could be neither./

@☆ lee soohyuk. /he's embarrassed, as soohyuk shakes his head and moves away from him. he's ashamed, and he feels bile crawling up his throat. jongin's bottom lip wibbles as he sits up, his own hardness falling to a limp mass, and his heart heavy as can be. his fingers curl atop his thighs, slowly moving off the bed, slinking off to the side. what had he done? is this the final straw? disapproval, of himself, looms over him as he shrugs on clothes, and winces from the cotton chafing his bottom. look at what he's done.. with his tail curling around his waist, he wanders out of the room, out of the living room, out the door, and aiming for out of soohyuk's life. if just for a few days, to gather his wits about him. he doesn't deserve the kindness, the love, of his master, of his boyfriend./

@♡ kim jongin /soohyuk tossed the rope aside and seated himself back upon the blue bedding, shaking his head in stark disapproval. his now hung flaccid and he tucked himself away into undergarments. he let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes as he rested back against the headboard; his work loomed heavily over his head and shoulders slumped with his responsibilities to jongin. he gazed at the other again after a moment of silence before getting up, beginning to gather up the lumpy bag of ice, the light rope, and the wet towel. he tucked the basket under the bed. walking to the bathroom, he poured out the ice and tossed the white towel into the hamper. he kept the rope, winding about it about his own wrist and large fingers as he gazed out the fenestration fixated over the rose garden/

@☆ lee soohyuk. /he's lost in the haze of pleasure as he imagines soohyuk's palm on his , working him in teasingly slow circles, but the feeling was off. his own hand could never hold a match to soohyuk's hold. he barely registers him moving away, only when he's suddenly pressing into the sheets, and soohyuk's calloused touch is on his , does he realize what's going on. jongin's breath hitches, as his hole is worked, praying that he would just shove three in and get him off quick, and lovingly. but that's a fantasy, and he looks over his shoulder, hands immediately going behind his back./ no one could ever compare, /jongin's voice is thick, his lips dry, and his breaths coming out in heavy gasps./ no one can touch what's yours - not even me. you're- you're right, you're right, i'm sorry, baby, i'm sorry, please. please, sir, don't punish me again - /he doesn't want to be tied up. he wants to be held, and caressed, but he has to ask. he never properly asks - maybe that was his flaw./

@♡ kim jongin /soohyuk was taken aback by the cunning little creature, but he said nothing as he rose from the bedding/ i don't see why you need me when you're this quick-tongued. /he walked to the second closet in the in the bedroom and removed the cream toned rope from the pink jeweled hooks before he returned to jongin's side. the older placed a firm hand at the back of jongin's scalp and forced his head down into the light blue sheets. his hand grazed the crimson cheeks, fingers threatening action but then descended into the vale of the two sun-kissed mounds. he briefly massaged the little-wrinkled bud before giving it a light flick/ hands behind your back. you know better than to touch what's mine. you're just breaking all your rules today. maybe while you're tied up you can figure out who you want to imagine and then you can go to him. i'm sure whoever he is would do far better than i ever could, correct?

@☆ lee soohyuk. /his lashes flutter upon the slap, his hiss sounding throughout the room as his scalp burns, and he can't help but look up to the other. listening to his reprimanding words, shivering in delight from the way his treatment was going. but his whine, it's loud, and falls from his lips easily, as he brings up the spankings./ why would i thank you for the spanking? /he settles back, making sure to keep his bottom from touching his heels, and calves./ you should be the one being reprimanded .. i know just how badly, /he pauses, legs spread, his own twitching, and curling up to his stomach./ you'd react to me ... /his tongue lolls out of the side of his mouth, reaching down with his pretty, pretty long fingers, to wrap them around his . he , slowly, hips moving up into his fist, his moans soft, and breathy, as he lets himself indulge in the softness of his own hand. if soohyuk wants to play like this, he would, and he would do it better./ who.. to imagine .. mm? /he would always imagine soohyuk, but that possession is what gets him riled./

@♡ kim jongin did i give you permission yet? /his placed light reprimand slap upon the younger's cheek before taking a handful of his chocolate locks, forcing the kitten to crane his head back/greedy little /he whispered with a ribald smirk as darkness imbued into his irises, smothering the former compassion/what do you think you've done to earn such a gift? you didn't even complete your punishment--i'm sure i ordered more than just a spanking earlier and then you've been nothing but a little ungrateful brat. you haven't thanked me for your spanking and i'm sure all the little gifts that you've given yourself are far more lovely than what I could offer. /he eyed the cerulean beads upon the other's wrist/ on top of that, i can't even use what belongs to me to pleasure myself as i wait for you to heal. considering all this, you're quite lucky to have gotten away with just a spanking. i hardly think you deserve a treat when your punishment has already been so mild./ he readjusted himself upon the bed and began stroking himself/ you may watch but nothing more. take off your shirt and sit at the edge of the bed and watch. sit with your legs apart so i can see your deprived little twitching in desire.

@☆ lee soohyuk. /the sight of his turgid member has his mouth watering, and with the strength he has, he pushes himself onto all fours. his tail swishes from left, to right, as soohyuk's hand moves up and down, pulling the skin, and creating a reddened glisten atop the member. jongin nods, leaning down, looking up to soohyuk in these moments, as his tongue flicks along his head./ yes, soohyuk, /he purrs in a throaty manner, quivering in anticipation. the burn in his bottom was dull, and he knows he can't do much, but he could at least feel at ease with his lips around one of his favorite nightly treats./ please? /jongin muses, tongue laving along the tip once again, plump lips wrapping around the length presented to him, words no longer needed, but permission dancing on the line./

@♡ kim jongin /soohyuk cupped his crotch to prevent the other's delicate nosing of the throbbing / no, my darling. it is not appropriate to ask you to subject yourself to my needs especially with your injuries/despite his words, his hands automatically revealed himself as the veil of the reason was lifted. his innermost desires enslaved his lithe fingers, bending them to lust as he pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal his . he took his own length and began to as his eyes remained fixated upon the kitten/ do you think you've earned a treat today after your behavior?

@☆ lee soohyuk. /laying to his side, nuzzling, and snuggling until he's nice, and warm, and safe, in soohyuk's arms, jongin lets sleep dance on the edges of his brain. but there was a shift. a shift in scent, and a sudden heaviness in his throat, in his body. his head pulls back, just a tad, to eye between soohyuk's legs, to see that strain that leaves him breathless, and wanton, each time. without a word, he shifts over, resting between his legs and pressing his lips against his crotch. tongue moving over the zipper, and nose nudging the growing mass./ soohyuk, /he coos against him, looking up to him from under a hooded gaze, already feeling his own need heavy between his legs./ you smell s'good, baby. you need help?