- room 006

@jongin Seeing Jongin shut his eyes Kyungsoo let his own downcast, letting his mind rounding back to thinking of pleasure itself, and how he wished to do well for his master. The slave let his teasing stop with the feeling of tugs at his hair, the boy letting out a silent mewl, the strands being his most sensitive spot. Letting his fingers trail along Jongin's skin for a few moments he moved his fingers to wrap around the hem of the man's boxers, scrunching his fingers in the fabric as he nuzzled the erect length lightly before pulling the thin material fully down, wide doe-like eyes being met with a large Jongin's .

Letting himself shift his position slightly Kyungsoo wrapped his small fingers around the base, his nimble fingers almost not fully fitting around the heated length. Giving it a few almost shy pumps he placed his thick lips over the head, beginning to lower himself slowly down onto the twitching .

@kyungsoo [slave] Jongin locked his arms and balanced his weight on them as he leaned back slightly, watching and waiting for the slave to make a move. When Kyungsoo had begun the -glazed trial, Jongin's breathing grew heavier. He made sure to control it, though, since rapid breathing during this early in the session was a big no-no. The sensation andtreatment that he was recieving felt good, no doubt, but it still wasn't good enough. Jongin wouldn't inform the slave of this, since Kyungsoo had to experiment on his own accord without any assistance.

When Kyungsoo's eyes met his own, all Jongin could do was shut them. He didn't need the other to be silently questioning and searching for any signs in the most simple way possible. Reading a person's eyes was one of the biggest keys to figuring out what was churning within their minds, and what exactly was on their mind. Due to the situation, Jongin wasnt going to ease up and give the slave any simplistic short cuts. Instead, he lifted up one of his hands and laced the fingers within Kyungsoo's soft locks, giving a small tug on the hair for him to figure out what exactly what Jongin was trying to let him know.

@jongin Kyungsoo watched the other's reaction closely, trying to read if he made the right decision. And from what he saw it seemed he did. Although he still had a lot to prove, and considering mouth-ing and s are a personal favourites of the slave he thought it wouldn't be too hard on his side. "I will, master."

The slave remained still for a mere few moments with his eyes glued on Jongin, eventually scooting his body over once the man's pants were removed. In a different element, Kyungsoo let his hands run up the bare thighs in front of him, part of his hesitation disappearing slowly as the musk of lust grew. He let his hands knead the soft flesh under them as his lips moved down, placing a few fluttered kisses against the still clothed length. Kyungsoo let his tongue slowly trail up the thin fabric until he reached the head of the other's , his mouth teasingly over the tip as his eyes darted up to look at the master's face.

@kyungsoo [slave] A soft hum of approval at the other's words sounded from the back of Jongin's throat. His lips curled up in a small smirk, knowing that from the get-go, the 'test' he was giving Kyungsoo would most likely be a successful one. "Give your best effort." was the only response that had come from Jongin, that as well as a shrug that emitted uncaring senses.

Without missing a beat, Jongin casually scooted to the side of the bed, letting his legs hang off to dangle just millimeters from the floor. Since he wasnt feeling the most patient that day, he ped his pants and shimmied them down to the floor just so time wouldn't be wasted from having the other man try to strip Jongin down. Jongin kept his boxers on though, he couldn't make everything super easy for the slave, or else there wouldnt be any excitement to it. "Go on." He signalled for Kyungsoo to begin, desiring to receive some sort of contact that would please his body.

@jongin Hearing the other's words he instantly went quiet, any words that were wanting to be said disappearing in the depths of his own mind. He did feel terrible for being late and he wished he could apologize forever, but it seems that an action like that was not what was needed at that point. More of a way to make up for his mistakes. Kyungsoo wasn't one to speak much unless spoked to first, calling him anti-social would be an pretty accurate description of the boy, and he happily embraced that fact. So when it came to thinking of what someone would enjoy or what he could do to make up for something his mind fell short, unable to piece together all the parts to make a good decision intellectually.

Taking almost stuttered breaths Kyungsoo, nodding slowly. Thinking back to times before spent with the other and trying to figure out what he would like. He could hardly remember, some times being just a blur. It was so much easier when he was just given guidance, the slave almost not knowing how to make a decision for himself. In all honestly, Kyungsoo sort of hated having to make a decision. Moving a little closer to the master he knew he couldn't enjoy this, so he thought of the first thing he could and dropped to his knees, looking up to the other with complete submission. "What if you mouth ed me?" His voice was laced with an unintentional innocence despite what was actually being said.

@kyungsoo [slave] "Stop apologizing." The fiddling of the fabric between his fingers stopped, and Jongin let his arms drop beside him. Jongin's voice was rather dry, having no sort of depth to it. It didn't even carry any traces of anger or annoyance, the only feel that it held was that of flatness and a dull touch. Everyone apologized too much for their actions. I'm /sorry/ for what happened to you. I'm /sorry/ what I did to you. I'm /sorry/ I couldn't help. Sorry this and sorry that. Jongin wanted to know why they all just couldn't be real and serious with each other, and instead of apologies, change the words to something more believable. Even if Kyungsoo meant what he said, Jongin still wouldn't have any of it, and would never soak up any sort of silly little words of regret.

"Then show me what you've got, babe. I'm not going to be waiting here for you to make a move forever, you know." With those words being said, Jongin looked to the slave for the next move being made. Kyungsoo had to prove himself, and the only way of doing it was pleasing the other by taking the knowledge he had gained from past encounters and using them to his advantage. The slave had to know the right things to do, what Jongin especially liked, and what he didn't. And most importantly of all in a situation such as this one, Kyungsoo couldn't enjoy the experience, or at least, he couldn't show his delight in a way that Jongin would be able to read. Kyungsoo had to play smart to pass the ever so complicated test.

Kyungsoo stood with eyes on the floor, chest rising and falling rapidly, and he didn't know if that was out of fear of the unknown or that he was merely puffed out. Taking a deep breath he dared to look up at the other, eyes still as wide at they were when he had entered. "I'm sorry, I - I. . I was. ." His own words trailed out as he became distracted by the fingers at the bottom of his shirt, the slave blinking blankly a few times.

Kyungsoo's gaze stayed on the master as he looked around the room, almost cowering when their gazes locked. As the latter spoke the slave found himself relaxing slightly, the tension throughout his body disappearing as his mind began to swim with thoughts of what to do, how exactly to prove himself. Thinking, Kyungsoo let his slim fingers pinch his own forearm, nails digging into the soft flesh as his attention stayed on Jongin.

"I'll do anything to prove myself." He spoke softly, eyes darting to the broken toys and cancelling that out. Letting out a small huff Kyungsoo cursed himself in his mind, wishing he hadn't been so stupid to be late as he bit his lower lip, caressing the skin between his teeth.

With his eyes glued to the clock, Jongin laid relaxed on the plush bed, counting every seconds and minutes that drifted by. His fists clenched when the clock hit the eight minute mark, signaling the strike of the unlucky number. If the time was a pool ball and the 8 minutes stood for the ominous black bulb itself, then it had been pocketed, and Kyungsoo would've just lost the game.

Right as Jongin was about to get up and leave, the sound of crisp knocking reached his ears, causing him to halt his movements. His head snapped to the door's direction, just in time to see the slave, as well as the reaction that came with him when he saw the toys. Jongin was glad that Kyungsoo knew very well what he had done, and that there /was/ indeed a price to pay, and going off of the rejected items, the slave should've figured out that the price would be a high one "You know how I feel about being late, Kyungsoo." he commented as his muscles relaxed, and his hands found the hem of his shirt, where he lightly began to rub the pads of his fingers together with the thin fabric in between.

An annoyed sigh seeped from the master's lips as his eyes roamed the vicinity of the room, before locking in place with Kyungsoo's own, much larger ones. "You should be very glad that I'm feeling a bit nice today, and I'm actually giving you a chance to prove to me as to why I shouldn't give you the harsh punishment that I was considering." Jongin's eyebrows raised and relaxed while he over-looked the slave once again, before dropping his gaze to his own hands.

@jongin It wasn't his fault. Well, at least Kyungsoo didn't want to take blame for it. Staying up all night to finish reading his latest addiction, The Great Gatsby, seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. Although when he woke past when his alarm was set the idea seemed like a ing terrible one. Kyungsoo felt nerves stew in the pit of his stomach when he realised he wouldn't make it in perfect time. And he knew that being tardy was a big no no for Jongin.

Scurrying madly to get himself ready, Kyungsoo bit his lip, literally speeding through each task he needed to do before heading up to the higher rooms; Make his bed, shower, dress and fix his general appearance. Once looking at the clock his eyes grew wider than usual, noticing he was at least five to ten minutes late. He hated being stressed, the feeling alone almost making tears brim at his eyes. But instead of having a mental breakdown like he wished to, the boy decided on sprinting to not make himself any later, although that didn't help much as the time had already passed.

Once Kyungsoo reached the designated room his breathing was in heaving pants, having run throughout the residence to try and get to Jongin's room as soon as possible. Tapping a few nervous knocks against the door he opened it, breathing still fairly uneven from the prior activity. "I - I'm so sorry." He managed to get out, bowing his head in shame or something of the sort, and that was when he noticed the strewn toys across the floor, his eyes turning wide in an unreadable emotion.

@kyungsoo [slave] Jongin had made sure to bring all of the toys and tools that he would be using in the session that he was supposed to be having with one of the slaves. He knew that the certain slave, Kyungsoo enjoyed the physical pain that Jongin gave him whenever they were in bed together. And although seeing someone /enjoy/ it, and continue to allow the enjoyment was a big mark against his rule book, Jongin passed Kyungsoo as an exception. The only real thing that brought him to changing his mind over this matter was the pure pain factor.

His eyes were glued to the clock that was set upon one of the wood walls, continuing to tick away, Jongin's patience fading alongside the time. The damn slave was supposed to be there five minutes ago. Five minutes. Kyungsoo knew very well how angry the man could get, and how extensive his punishments would be. No, they weren't punishments that would lead to Jongin to hurting the other, he knew better than that with a person like Kyungsoo. Rather, instead of bringing pain into the game, Jongin took it out. He was smart, and he knew that if the slave was smart, then he wouldn't be tardy ever again.

"These won't be needed anymore.." he muttered under his breath as his fingers felt over a set a cold, metallic cuffs. Without any thought, Jongin threw them against the wall, sighing as the dull plink hit his ears. One after one, the man threw every item that he had found against the wall, a haphazard pile of toys, some of which were now broken, symbolizing the distress that he was feeling. That bastard better not be late ever again.