‎ ‎ ⇸ taeyang's apartment

@◦ z. yixing ᵉʷᵉⁿᶦᶜᵒʳⁿ the word that comes from your lips along with your apology is one he hasn't heard before, certainly not from you, and yet he breathes deep, letting it fill him and square the broad shoulders that sit so besides the thin straps of the men's lingerie on him. "i could find it in me to forgive you." he steps up and out of your hold and the bright red sole of the stiletto is placed, the ball of his foot poised within, against your shoulder. it's a slow but firm push, forcing you to sit upright rather than with your head against the shoes he only bought for you to see. its remains there, his knee poised up, the inside of his bare thigh visible in how the muscles shift so slightly beneath the surface of tanned, smooth skin. "be a good boy then." the pointed heel presses lightly against the unblemished business shirt before he withdraws his foot from you, placing it back on the floor and turning about to make the same slow, purposeful walk toward the open and waiting bedroom. "you can crawl for me, can't you?"

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ the tone of your voice makes it hard for him to speak, nodding slowly in reponse to your questioning. it feels like he's being scolded, a position he hasn't been put into in years and one that has humiliation burning on his cheeks. you're looking at him with such intent, his normally sweet and docile taeyang nowhere to be seen when he looks into those lidded eyes, filled with something else, something darker. the small noise that leaves his throat surprises him as you tighten his tie, soft eyes wide as he draws in a quiet, shaky breath through his mouth. foolish, you called him. foolish he feels, seeming to shrink into himself, watching the tie slip from between your fingers as he sinks to his knees, his leather loafers creasing at the toe, his hands sliding down the length of your long thighs and calves, curling around your ankles as he bows his head down low against your heels, nose pressed to the floor. "i'm sorry mistress, i was a fool. please... please forgive me."

@◦ z. yixing ᵉʷᵉⁿᶦᶜᵒʳⁿ "oh i know. you wanted to see me like this so badly, didn't you?" slowly, he drops his chin toward his chest. the collar of mesh brushes against his throat and the feel causes his eyes to slip shut, albeit briefly. when he looks on you again, it's with half-hooded eyes. his height already places him over you, but the added inches from stiletto heels makes you seem smaller in the moment, and as much as it stirs something in him that wants to reach out and care for you, it against something else, much like your fingertips at his waist. his thumb slowly presses against the knot in your tie, tightening it, pushing silk closer to your throat beneath the collar of your clean shirt. "if you're going to be so foolish, why don't you start with getting down on your knees to ask for forgiveness?"

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ as if to answer your question he takes half a step forward, pausing when you rise from the chair, fluidly despite the heels, like a siren ascending from the waves. he swallows down the thick lump in his throat, unable to do little more than watch with bated breath as you stalk towards him, each step careful and precise. he cranes his head back to look at you, making up for the extra height the heels give when you stop before him, unused to the feeling of submission that comes from the confidence radiating off your body. his hands lift to rest gingerly against your waist, fingers and thumbs brushing over the lace sitting tight along your hips, learning the feel of it against your skin. he leans into the tug, letting his eyes flit down to watch your mouth move as you speak, his own floundering to hurriedly utter an apology. "i- i just wanted to see you."

@◦ z. yixing ᵉʷᵉⁿᶦᶜᵒʳⁿ "beautiful enough to come closer to?" he speaks slowly, his tone a bit breathy, more drawn out than usual as he uncrosses his legs and slowly rises to his feet. the slight ruffling of the edges of the pouch that hugs so close to his groin and waist, the lace fit snug across his flat chest that rises into a mesh collar about his throat, little details that become more apparent when he moves directly beneath the overhead light in the living room. each step swings into place before the next as he walks confidently on his heels to stand before you. he doesn't say a word as he places a hand to your chest, fingers slightly splayed, then curled beneath the material of your tie. his thumb rests against the knot as he gives a gentle tug to the fine silk. "i told you there would be consequences if you weren't driving safe."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ he lets the door shut behind him, following your voice to the living room, a space he's entered many times before this, though none can prepare him properly for what he sees as he stops short in the doorway. though he's been told what you'd be wearing, to see it on you in the flesh is another thing entirely. he has to strain lightly to see, the dim lighting illuminating your bronzed skin, kissing the exposed skin. the way the lace hugs your chest and waist, fabric flat across your lithe body, and the flash of red soles as your right foot pumps slowly in the air has his breath catching in his throat, hands trembling by his sides when he exhales in awe. "you're beautiful, tae.."

@◦ z. yixing ᵉʷᵉⁿᶦᶜᵒʳⁿ the fact you were so quick to his front door is hardly a surprise, and he sits upon the club chair in the living room, the one that faces the entryway to his apartment, as if it were a throne. recently trimmed dark hair about his face, crimson lipstick decorating slightly parted tiers, his legs crossed and his right leg, topmost, slow kicking forward, offering a flash of the red soles of louboutins never worn outside. the coat he had picked out to wear to yours lays across the couch. instead, it's just him beneath the dimmed lights of the living room, sheer black mesh and lace hugging his chest, his hips, and long limbs bare. he slow drums his nails, the single black pinkie nail the most satisfying tap, against the back of his phone case resting on the arm of the chair. "come to the living room."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ he'd gone just a little over the speed limit, not that he needed to. your apartment wasn't too far from his own, but the desire to be there with you outweighed any reason left in his mind. he'd waited 3 years for you to be his, to wait any longer seemed too great an ask and one he wasn't willing to entertain, consequences be damned. smoothing the hair back off his face, brushing his fingers through it to look more put together before he faced you, yixing's pressing the code for your apartment in and letting himself inside, calling out for you softly. "tae? i'm here"

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ “HELL-o….” The younger’s lips clamped shut when he saw that Taeyang was occupied, his heart skipping a single beat at his small hiccup. The gamer’s outfit was no where near extravagant, sporting cheap sweatpants, a grey jacket and a pair of worn out vans. Jisung didn’t hesitate to make himself at home, curious eyes darted around the cozy space as he settled down onto couch, spent body sinking into his own skin. He wondered what the call was about, but he tried his best to deafen his ears the the conversation by flipping through his phone.

@◦ p. jisung ᵖʲᶦ_ taeyang was on the phone when he heard the knock. when he answered the door, his phone still to his ear, it was in a plain black tee and jeans with holes in the knees - the kind earned with wear, not bought pre-distressed. "hey, come on in." he half-whispered, holding the phone away from his ear, and gestured to welcome jisung inside. "make yourself at home. i'll be like, a minute, max." he directed the other man inside through the small wood-floored sunken entry toward the living room, a step up, where the large windows and clean charcoal gray upholstery seemed to speak to someone else's sensibilities.

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@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ Jisung didn’t know why he agreed to walking the distance to Suntanz’s place when he could barely climb the stairs to his apartment. The single flight of stairs had two steps. By the time the gamer had reached his destination, drinks and snacks in hand, he was breathless, his body slumping forward against the door almost dramatically. “. I need to work out…” He mumbled to himself as he mustered up the last bit of energy he had left to send a series of uncoordinated knocks. “Yo. Special delivery for Sunny D. Pb&j with a side of me, me and me.”

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