- Bathroom 001

@luhan [slave trainee] When access to the pink haired boy's mouth had soon been granted, Jongin's tongue made it's way inside to explore the cavern. It had discovered the main occupant of the new domain, the other's own tongue, an once such a thing had been found, it began to spark up a tango between them. While his mouth busied itself, Jongin's grasp on the slave's waist slackened, before being broken off completely so that his hands could freely explore all that the smaller body had to offer. They glided up along the soft skin, trailing over every rivet and bump that laced the other male's back. The index finger of one of his hands had discovered it's way in between the slave's plump cheeks, where it circled around the opening before snaking just a little ways inside.

@jongin Luhan watched with his blank brown eyes. Not really caring much that he was about to have with a stranger. stop being special for him a /long/ time ago. Now, it was just . He glanced down at the arm that wrapped around his petite waist, willingly moving closer to the taller of the two, liking how their warm bodies felt together as his arms wrapped around his neck. Humming softly into the kiss as he parted his lips instantly, wanting the male to have access and explore his mouth as he pulled him closer. Of course he felt nothing in this kiss. He never felt anything in any ual activities he has been through and that was a /lot/. He never had love and he never he meaningful anything. He saw no need in such stupid mushy feelings, it just made you vulnerable and made you more prone for pain you really didn't need.

@luhan [slave trainee] "Good to know."

All Jongin could really do was shrug, having no cares of how the other man felt about him. The only thing that really mattered from the other's words was how they were rolled out, helping him find out subtle things about the man without having to question him. He could sense the amount of care that emitted from the other, or really, the lack of it, so he would only prod at points that would either make him snap or react in a way that wasn't so dull.

After the words tinted with a more sensual tone came into play, Jongin moved his body near the other man, now knowing that he pretty much had full access to the body. His finger unwound from the locks so he could wrap the man in a loose embrace, his body soon making contact with the man's. Jongin leaned in and pressed their lips together, the manner of the kiss growing more and more fervent within seconds. His body was always ravenous for some sort of sensual contact, a kiss, a touch, even a nice ing brought sparks throughout the nearly lifeless shell of a person. Barely any true life thrived within him, everything else was cold and stale, and if someone were to try to wake whatever kind existence that was buried within him, they would have to try damn hard. Nothing satisfied him anymore, and nothing was ever quite good enough for him, but even if that fact was true, it still didn't mean that he wouldn't at least try to ignite something inside of him just for a little bit.

@jongin "You ask questions that you don't /really/ need to know the answer too. After all, you're nobody to me."

Luhan rolled his eyes at the 'man of the house' comment. What was that suppose to mean throwing like that out there. Big whoop. He was a slave. It was the /perfect/ life style for a addict as himself. He /loved/ the feeling of being ed into by some stranger and being made to over, and over, and /over/ again mercilessly until said stranger was done with him. After all, it was something he had been trained by his /lovely/ parents to do.

Not really catching his name, because the boys give a level was on a dead zero. He couldn't help but allow his ears to perk up at such a blunt, and out there statement. Just what he was looking for, he needed more people like this in his life. Like damn , if you wanted don't start up a convo, just // me. His aura changed after that statement, something less in your face and to something more submissive. To be blunt, he wanted too.

"I can provide all the 'service' you need, baby. Only if you touch me right, depends on how good of a time you'll have."

Luhan tired to keep from grimacing as the male twirled his hair. Just cause he looked like one, doesn't mean he wanted to be treated as such.

@luhan [slave trainee] "Don't make marks, eh? Did someone buy you and brand you with their own label like some sort of livestock?"

Jongin scoffed, and pulled his hand away in respect towards the pink haired man's words. If he were in a more trying mood at the moment, the compliance to what the other requested out of him would most likely not happen unless it was repeated and shown in a persistent manner. But, he was feeling rather lenient today, and decided to play a "nice" card in his little complicated game.

"Who am I?" Jongin hummed in a blithe manner, "I'm.. Kai. One who most would consider to be a 'man of the house'" He casually replied, not very surprised that the other person had no knowings of who he was. Jongin was a man of mysterious ways, taking advantage of people from the shadows, and always hunting for prey like a sly fox. To those whom he had come across in the mansion who would question his name, who he was, etc., he had always given them a psuedonym; the nickname of Kai. He wasn't quite sure as to why he started doing this, for there really wasn't anything to hide about his identity. Maybe it was because it had helped keep him behind the scenes for so long, and had helped create the faux aura of him. The origin was unknown.

"And to be honest, I'm here for some fun, and I had assumed that you might provide such a thing. Hopefully my assumptions on that matter aren't incorrect." he replied with a blunt shrug as he raised up his hand towards the other once again, this time to twirl a small strand of bright locks around his finger. Pink, huh? Personally, Jongin thought that although the color was an odd one for somebody's hair, it suited this man fairly well.

@jongin Luhan was under the impression that his 'visitor' had left him alone. It was silent for a moment. He sighed softly, holding on to that gentle silence. If there's one thing he didn't get often was silence. There was always some type of noise in his ed up life. If it wasn't from his cute, girlish moans it was from someone else's cute moans due to him. Life was just to him. . . . All he thought about. All he wanted. All he /craved/. He lost any type of self respect a long time ago. His body was just a window to what he wanted. Just a cute, petite window.

He tried to resist an urge to groan out when he heard that sarcastic voice again. He just wanted to react violently. He wanted to punch the newcomer in the face repeatedly and leave him bleeding in the shower. But he was taught better then that. 'Be a good little slave now. You can do it, LuLu.' He went under the water and took his slow time in washing out his hair. He hummed softly to himself and made sure his hair was completely soap free. He heard the shower door click close and came to the conclusion that his visitor had left.

Up until he turned around.

He watched, silently as the male raked his eyes over his petite form. He made no more to cover himself or even hide. Why bother? Half the world saw his body anyway. What had he have let to hide? He had already been and derogatory films once or twice
Nothing he was proud of. But the males probing gaze was quite annoying. After all, his shower was the only alone time he was /aloud/ to have. And this idiot ruined that too.

He shamelessly locked eyes with the darker eyed male. Not really caring that it was 'bad' or 'taboo' for slaves to eye contact. that rule and whoever made it. He had no subby feelings for many people. He was a /great/ sub. If you could get him there. If you could make him do it. Just touch him in the right way, and he's yours. He looked down at his left collarbone, bearing his favorite tattoo. He watched with a blank expression as the male thought it was okay to mark his milky white skin with his dirty finger. Speaking of which, he hadn't chewed him out about joining the shower with him... But when he thought about it. Did he really care? Not even the slightest. Made the experience more interesting. His petite hand came up and grabbed the finger, stopping its motions.

"Don't. Make. Marks."

He spoke softly before looking up at the taller male. That was the /last/ thing he needed. If he came back to his owner with marks, on any part of his body. He was /ed/. He /really/ wasn't in to mood for any punishment or whatever that prick liked to call the they did. None of this he would ever say to his face though. He was to scared. Not scared of the male but what he would do. Especially because he could never tell his next move. He snapped out of his thoughts, after he realized where he was. He looked around, slightly confused. He got lost in thought /a lot/.

"Why are you in my shower again? Who are you anyway? It would be /nice/ to know of who you are before you get and feely in the shower. Thank you."

( Sorry if I write to much. I just have a lot of thought moments. Orz And I am Tao's personal slave. That's who I am talking about. And I've never done paragraph . I at it. Orz. But I will try my best. )

Jongin could sense the annoyance from the other, he had grown quite accustomed to reading the body language of people, which was one of the ways that he had been able to manipulate and get what he wanted from most everyone he had come across. Sure there had been many people who tried his patience, but sooner or later, they fell into his hold. He hummed in amusement towards the man's words as his index finger began to lazily trace away the condensation that began to settle on the glass.

"Wow. Advanced aaand quite the looker. I'm impressed. You probably know how to count alllll the way to 100, too."

Every word that fell from Jongin was tainted with a sardonic glaze. Even the conceited smirk of his had hints of mockery to it. Without asking for permission to join the pink haired man, Jongin silently stepped into the shower, his gaze glued to the other all the while. A soft sigh fell from his lips as the water stung at his skin, definitely too hot for a "normal" person's likings. He assumed that either the other man was cold, or that he received stimulation through feeling things, both of which were old news to Jongin.

His eyes shamelessly traveled down the man's body, probing every nook and cranny the expanse of his body had to offer. His dark bulbs stopped at each tattoo, only taking a few seconds to read what they had said before continuing on the exploration. When he had finished the thorough sight evaluation, Jongin locked eyes with the person, just in case he had any thoughts about speaking his mind, even if the words meant nothing to him. After giving the man a few rushed seconds, Jongin's gaze drifted back to the former's clavicle, where one of the tattoos had marked the skin. With flawless grace, he placed his forefinger onto the starting letter, digging his nail ever so slightly into the skin before sluggishly tracing the saying, frontwards and backwards, making sure to leave light scratches the whole way.

@jongin Luhan moved out from under the warm shower water as the heat from the water began to burn his skin, giving him a numb sort of feeling. He liked feeling things and the water made his skin tint a soft red. He sighed softly before turning down the heat, not really wanting to on the inside. The numbing pain from the water was his own little aphrodisiac and one of the key reasons to why he took a shower in the first place. He set the the towel and the bar of soap on a small shelf on the wall.

His ears perked up as he thought he heard the doorknob of the bathroom click slightly. He stopped all motions and listened for a moment. He gave up that attempt as he heard nothing and it wasn't like he could here through the water anyway. Waste of time. He opened the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some of the cold, soapy substance into this pale hand. He rubbed his hands together slowly, a feeble attempt to warm the liquid as he closed his eyes and began to massage the soap into his scalp, scrubbing and moving the soap around as he began to hum his songs again.

His hands froze where they were as he heard the click of the shower door opening. There was no mistaking that. There was someone here and he couldn't exactly see them due to the soap in his hair and running down his milky white porcelain cheeks. He felt his blood run cold at the sound of a voice. He acted like he wasn't effected as he continued to scrub the soap in his hair. He turned his head in the direction of the voice before nodding slowly.

"Of course I do. I /even/ got to skip kindergarten. Look at me go."

He spoke with a slightly sarcastic tone. What kind of question was that? He wasn't the kind that was patient for this kind of crap. He liked it when someone was straight up and blunt with him about stuff like this. Stuff like anything. Don't beat around the ing bush with him. He won't give you the time of day if you tried.

@luhan [slave trainee] The day's passing for Jongin had been an uneventful one. He hadn't sparked interest in meddling with any slave, butler, maid, not even the other men and women of the house. It was just a drab day that had been pulled out for way too long. The man needed some sort if kindling to get his spark flaming once again. He had spent a good half hour pacing through the mansion, snaking his way in and out of every bathroom and room that was scattered throughout the vicinity, all up until the point he had reached one bathroom in particular.

He leaned up against the door of the bathroom, casually picking at his nails as he listened and waited. His ears picked up small rustling and shuffling as well as other human noises here and there. Jongin cocked his head and smirked when the sound of the person occupying the bathroom began to sing out the tune of a song, the alphabet no doubt. Most people were.. Odd. Or at least Jongin thought them to be. They always threw around their emotions, overly expressed themselves, and acted in ways that were too exhausting and tedious for Jongin to catch up with. The only true showing of emotion that the man preferred from others were the submissive cries, whimpers, even defiant actions made by the people whom he had taken under his control. Considered to have an overly-sadistic type of mind set, Jongin was always pleased to see pain and agony seep from the pores of others, and that's what he was hoping to receive during his little visit.

When the slight sound of the shower's door being shut reached his ears, Jongin twisted the door knob and entered into the bathroom. It was a familiar one, in fact, all of them pretty much were. This one in particular though, strung a certain chord within the man, and brought back good memories. Or what he had considered to be good. The ones who had brought such a euphoric feeling to Jongin would definitely think otherwise. His fingers grasped around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off with ease. Jongin felt shoes to be unnecessary in most occasions, so he didn't have to worry about getting those off, so instead, he hooked his pants, as well as his boxers with his thumbs, pulling them down before stepping out of them. Jongin moved over to the glass that separated him from the person inside. With the fog already obstructing his view of the other, the only fairly clear thing that he could make out was the cotton-candy pink head of hair that said atop the person's head. The only way that he could catch a better glimpse of the being was if he took a closer look, causing him to pull open the glass door just a small ways to peer inside.

"Mm, so you know your alphabet, huh?"

He smirked, his words playing off of his tongue in a teasing tone, hoping that they would start off some sort of conversation with the person. The other was obviously a male, Jongin could see that very clearly now, as well as the rest of the man's sweet looking body.

@jongin Just another day.

Luhan woke up, stared out the window, changed clothing a few times, day dreamed, stared at other slaves, enjoying their discomfort, took a nap, lounged around, and ended up here, in the bathroom, preparing for a shower. Just how he ended everyday with the exception of playing around with his owner every so often in the middle. He hummed softly under his breath as he looked in the mirror. He ran a petite hand through his pink locks as he stuck out his tongue. He made a few faces at himself in the mirror before giggling softly. He didn't need friends, family, it attachments when he had his ed up self. His grey shirt hung loosely around his petite stature as the tattoo on his collarbone shone through and through.

"Trust no one. Live with no regrets."

He hummed softly as he traced the tattoo before snapping out of his own thought process, remembering what he was here for. He pursed his soft plush lips as he pulled the loose, old, semi-streached out shirt off his form, folding it nicely and setting it on the granite counter. He walked over to the huge shower and with a flick of his petite wrist, opened the glass door and the warm water. He hummed the ABC song under his breath, not caring if it was childish or not. anyone who thought otherwise.

"E F G..."

He began to sing slightly louder as he stripped off his pants and tossed them on the counter waiting for the water to heat up. He slowly pulled down his boxers, throwing them to the exact place the rest of this clothing sat, not really caring to fold them up. Wrinkled or not, he would wear them. He traced the small tattoo on his hip, he was a fan of words.

"Battle Scars. Proof You Made It."

He sighed softly before opening the cabinet and pulling out a towel and a bar of soap. 'Shower time, LuLu. You have had these tats since you were sixteen, don't get to distracted.' He took out some shampoo before walking over to the shower and opening the glass door. He closed it behind him and stood under the warm water, not caring if it burned slightly. At least it was something he could feel.

"W X Y and mothering Z."