• Public Room A

@‡ Meto Private. That was a good question; it was an important question. Hoseok was naturally private, so much so that he came up with the name Wonho just to use at the club. He was already here though, and he very much doubted anyone from work would recognize him. It was still a difficult question for him to come to terms with. So instead of answering right away he pulled two phones from his pocket, turning on off and handing it to his new temporary master, but the other he left on as he handed it over. "If this phone goes off, no matter what we're in the middle of, I have to answer it. This phone won't ring unless there's an emergency and I have to be at the hospital immediately." He explained, hoping that this man he was trying to trust understood how important this was. It wasn't a matter of keeping his job, it was a matter of life or death. When that phone rang it was because an infant needed emergency surgery. After handing the phone over he slowly pulled his clothes off, one piece at a time, folding them up neatly and setting them on the floor until he was , then he sank to his knees and looked up at his master expectantly.

@‡ Hoseok *Ding!* Meto looked up from his phone and grinned at the sub. He'd just received confirmation from Hyungwon that he was alright with Meto playing with whomever he wanted to. "Good to go." The slender Japanese stood up from the couch and held his hand out to the seated male. "Shall we?" Excited eyes rounded as he remembered something. "Would you like to keep this private?", he asked Wonho. "Or...", his lips curled into a smile that hid a smirk in its shadow, "would you listen if I asked you to strip right here", he gestured to the common room they were in, "and get down on your knees?" Meto swiped a pink tongue over his pierced lips. "I won't play with you here... but I don't usually let subs I play with wear clothes or walk..." His voice trailed off and then he smiled kindly. "Of course, you don't have to do that, I want to play with you either way, Wonho."

@† Jaewook [H] Even the lingering sting behind each hit sent ripples of delight through the younger man's body. The words uttered to him made his head dip, nodding so that the chain attached to the metal collar jingled as he moved. "A for you, Master. Everything you do to me. I want to take your so hard until I can only cry and beg for you." Though his voice trembled, threatening to break as he'd been crying the numbers mere moments ago, Kujo melted into the tender touch. The way the roughness faded to affection and then back to a thrilling pain had Kujo wanting more. Again, he nodded, the praise turning him to mush in the touch, a sweet reward for his endurance. "I owe you all my fantasies, Master. I'm ready to tell. What- do you want me to start with?" Really, his mind was swimming with them. He could never quite stop thinking up new ways to enjoy themselves, new images in his mind of the various ways and places he wanted his future husband to take him. His cheeks warmed as the thoughts rushed in, sparing no modesty as he thought of how to even start betraying all the little thoughts he had, daydreams which usually occurred whenever he should be doing anything but dwelling on the image of his lover's body. He leaned up, seeking Jaewook's lips, a quiet request for even more of a reward, to be able to indulge in the sweetness just inches away.

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@† Kujo [H] Jaewook smiled a sickly sweet smile towards his fiancé, his lips just dipping to kiss his forehead while the softness of his words filled the air, "I know you will, baby." Rather than assurance of the lawyer's faith in the younger man, the words spoke like a threat, a reminder of what would come if he skipped a number a second time. Some would have called the Master cruel to relish in his lover's pain, but the beautifully crafted moans that fell from Kujo's lips served as a reminder that this was enjoyment for two, not only one. The welts were an angry red now, skin begging for mercy and Jaewook in no position to give it until the last lash of leather the younger man's skin. His lips curled into a pleased smirk, recognizing the mesmerizing signs of want and need in his fiancé, "Look at you, baby-- A for pain. I bet you'd love for me to you right now, male you hurt and writhe until you don't know if you're begging for mercy or begging for more." The Master had come to the front to face Kujo once more, his palm tucked against the younger man's cheek, thumb wiping away any stray tears that carved the skin, "You're so beautiful when you cry for me, love... You did good-- So good for me, baby. Perfect." The Master spoke in a moment of tenderness, his lips even brushing affectionately along his fiancé's face. Then, he spoke again, "But that's not the only thing you owe me, is it? Or are you still not ready to share with me what's in your pretty, little head, hm?"

@† Jaewook [H] Kujo knew better than to think he’d get away with the slip up. Jaewook’s focus was too great and it was obvious that the younger master had missed out a digit between his gasped words. He met the lawyer’s gaze, pained tears prickling the edge of his lustful eyes, as he nodded all that he could to the man’s words. “Y-yes master. I’ll count better this time,” He murmured breathlessly, unable to keep his knees on the ground as the chains raised again. As the first hit came again unexpected, Kujo barked out a number, continuing with each one. They were more strained than the last, louder as instructed with an underlying note of wanting more with each one. He moaned between a few hits, the slower pace giving him some time to think of what each number he needed to continue with was while his thoughts were muddled. When they’d reached ten again, the man looked up to the master, the need for praise in his eyes once he’d succeeded. “Master- please, I got to ten. I didn’t miss any this time, right? Please-”

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook should have missed it-- could have missed it-- his fiancé's misstep-- if it weren't for the acute focus he placed on watching the younger man do as he was told while the pain shuddered through his body. The sight was striking to behold after all, Kujo's body so tense and shaken from every lash while the young Master desperately tried to keep himself afloat to make sure he didn't miss a number. It was sweet, really, the perfect kind of disobedience to swell smugness into Jaewook's chest. The Master smiled, but there was nothing sweet or pleasant about the expression. He came around and sank down to Kujo, the handle of the whip just as useful to strike the younger man as it was to force him to look up, dark gaze steely, searching the other's. The older man clicked his tongue I'm disappointment, head shaking slowly, "Are you really going to pretend you didn't skip a number, baby? How disappointed that you'd lie to me that way. We'll have to try again, won't we? Count louder this time, my love. And do your best not to skip any, hm? Otherwise next time we'll drop the counting but I'll get to do as many as is my choosing." Jaewook straightened up once more, his hands on the chains to pull them up further, now just enough to dangle Kujo off the floor, enough to add a subtle layer of discomfort. He returned to his position and again palmer the whip, but this time he didn't wait. He began straight away with a single hit, "We'll? Go on, love. I can't hear you." Just as the sentence ended, Jaewook dealt another lash, the movement of the whip connected to the movement of his words themselves. He his lips, the pace slower this time, as if this round was all about relishing every single reaction and lash that he inflicted upon his beautiful lover and the porcelain skin.

@† Jaewook The sight of Jaewook clutching the leather held a quiet promise for what was soon to come. Pain, pleasure and screams would most certainly be soon to follow. He was jerked from his admiring of his master before him to gasp as the rough fingertips gripped his hair again. There was an advantage to its length, its thickness. It could be easily used to throw him around. Though he wouldn't admit it, Kujo decided it was one of the best reasons for keeping it that way. He held the man's gaze, the challenge not being missed. "Alright, master. I'll hold them in, and you can do your best to pull them out for you." The crack of the leather so close to him made the master flinch, more so with anticipation than anything else. He held his breath a moment, again in awe at the sight of his lover with the whip in hand. "I'm ready-" Anything else that he wanted to add was caught up in a gasp from the first smack. Though he'd been expecting it to come, it still caught him unawares, and for a moment, he almost forgot to clearly count the number. Determined not to fall at the first hurdle, Kujo counted, his back arching towards the metal around his wrists with each hit. The first four were well coped with, each measured and slow, his voice clear as he numbered each one. As the pace rapidly shifted, it was harder- he might've missed the sixth, and after a moment's thought, decided he definitely had. He hoped the master hadn't noticed the mistake, and barked out the last two digits, his voice breaking some on the last. Each burst of pain on the impact was welcomed, each sending tremors through his body, and already, Kujo desperately wanted to see the beautiful reds across the irritated skin, marks of ownership, of the pleasure that the man brought with him. "M-master. We got to ten."

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook was finally beginning to see the fruits of his labor come to life before him. The heavy, primal gaze, predatory in every sense, took in the detail before him: the metal that lay hefty on his lover's body, the curves and dips of Kujo's body a work of art comparable to no other, and the whip that now rested in his hand, softness hiding its sting. He stepped forward, the challenge in the honey-laden voice a perfect opportunity. Jaewook's fingers fisted the locks and yanked, the laywer himself bending down to mere millimeters from the face he adored, a final moment of close intimacy, "Mm... how about we make it more fun then, baby? You try to hold in your screams as long as you can other than the counting and me? I'll make sure you can't. Not by a long shot." He released the locks and as if in warning, flicked the whip in his hand, a sharp sound mere inches off the side of Kujo's face. The Master toyed with the whip in his hand, examining it, his look demonstrating how satisfied he was with it. His body took him behind Kujo and after a moment his voice rang out, "Ready, baby? Don't forget to count." Except, Jaewook didn't wait for an answer. The leather flicked in his hand and the whip flung in the air, precise and perfectly against Kujo's exposed back. The first four came slow, precise, and then Jaewook grew greedy, fierce, and intent, the next four following in quick succession after one another. He his lip, the sadistic tendency in him in full force as he delivered the last two quickly over the expanse of skin. He loved it. He loved watching the marks of pain he inflicted bloom on his lover's skin and how they came up in angry, red welts, a stark contrast to the porcelain skin and such a beautifully physical way of marking Kujo his. He barely waited even, to hear the counts, almost hoping his lover would miss one, an excuse to continue marking the skin.

@† Jaewook [SH] Noting that the question spoken without much optimism for an answer went as he'd suspected, Kujo watched Jaewook move around the room. There was a certain excitement that came from being at the man's mercy. Someone he could trust to bring him to the edge, to truly give him the harshness he wanted. He straightened up, his knees remaining on the ground, but at a stretch as his arms were held above his head. He let out another shaky breath, the cool metal rubbing at his skin pleasantly. Compliance his master expected, and compliance Kujo gave in the way he held himself, threatening to be taken to his feet by the chains above his head. That dark gaze could undoubtedly make most people turn around and run, beg immediately, but Kujo wanted more. It was thrilling, that gorgeously dangerous animal waiting for him behind them. "Why don't you make me scream for you, master? If you'd like me loud, that is." The younger man's voice purred, words dripping from his tongue as if laced in honey. His eyes met Jaewook's, not before a quick survey of the item in the master's grip. His tongue s past his lips, just briefly, wetting them after they so suddenly seemed to go dry. He nodded, the challenge behind his words almost forgotten in favour of obedience. "Yes, master. I'll count loudly for you. Stir my memory about what I have ideas about."

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook wasn't looking for big, at least not right now-- no. What made his chest swell in smug appreciation were the subtle traces of Kujo's excitement and desire. He loved to catch them: the soft changes in breath, the tensing of muscles, the recoil of his body from the metal in the chains. The subtle was lovely, a preview of all he'd have later. Jaewook's gaze dropped and caught the smirk at Kujo's lips and for the first time, he wanted to rid the younger man of the near-smile. It didn't belong there. He wanted whimpers and moans and cries, not a smirk. Jaewook didn't answer the question, instead he fiddled with the hardware above and at the chains connecting Kujo's wrists. The Master smiled then, but still said nothing, not even as his hands started toying with the artifacts behind him on the wall. He kept his eyes on Kujo, not a shake in his gaze, and watched the chains rise and then become taut until they rested above Kujo's head, forcing the man on his straight on his knees, toeing the line between forcing him up and dangling just off the metal and barely off the floor. Physical control, he found, was quite the thrill. He didn't always crave it but when he did, he expected nothing but compliance. The Master took his time while he watched the younger man under a heavy, darkened gaze, deft fingers taking care to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. The last fold and he was finally able to break the heavy silence that flooded the room, "How loud do you think you can cry for me, baby?" The Master stepped forward and picked up the final object, for now, that he'd prepared. The tight leather wrapped around his fingers and then released in favor of the handle instead. The Master came forward, the end of the handle a tool under Kujo's skin to force the younger man's gaze upon him, "How about we start with ten, baby? Count of loud for me, yeah? And then afterwards we'll see what fantasy happens to come to your mind."

@† Jaewook [SH] There was something delightfully thrilling about watching Jaewook in control. To know that this man could make or break him, could torment him, bend him to his will. Kujo’s breath caught at the mere thought of how the man would treat him. The master had asked for rough, and he knew rough was what he’d receive. His head tipped back under the hard grip, his gaze surprised when Jaewook made to remove the collar. It had become a universal in both their daily life and their endeavours at the club, and the cool metal pressing against his skin had become an easy comfort. The metal running over his skin made the trainer flinch, the instinct was to move away from the cool chains running over his body, dragging shivers up through him from the most sensitive parts. His stomach tucked in, this back hollowed, he felt his twitch with anticipation. At last his wrists were bound, and the cool metal wrapped around his neck. It lacked the familiarity of the collar, but the sense of ownership, that wonderful binding between them both that he enjoyed, remained. Kujo gave the cuffs an experimental tug with the chains, his fingers curling once around the cool metal before releasing it again. He shot his master a light smirk, full of want to see what else Jaewook had up his sleeves for them, what else the session would entail. “Of course, master. I’m not going anywhere. What else do you have for me?”

@† Kujo [H] () i'm sorry for the very super extra triple late response on this one unu

The scene hadn't yet begun and Jaewook already felt a sense of gratification with the cool metal and soft leather that touched his fingers. It wasn't the items themselves but the promise they held of breaking Kujo, of beautifully tearing him down into a sobbing, begging mess only to be rebuilt afterwards. Jaewook was an artist and Kujo his canvas. The lawyer set the items down beside the younger man, not yet ready to use them. First, he had to remove the one item he knew both he and his lover adored, the metal a cool glint in the dum lighting. Jaewook came to stand in front of Kujo, his hand forward in the man's hair and then pulled back, forcing access to the man's neck. He smiled, cold, unpleasant, "You can have this back once you've earned it back, baby. Once you've told me every single fantasy you have in your mind." The metal clicked off, the sound so final, and eerie in the otherwise quiet room. He set it aside for safekeeping and then the real items began. Jaewook had gathered two cuffs for Kujo's wrists, each attached to chain, perfect for the hardware that lie above them. A similar chain had also been gathered for the man's neck, imposing metal loop at the end to fasten just so around a neck. The Master gathered the metal and let it run across Kujo's body, as cold as ice, before he got anywhere near fastening it on the man. The bits rubbed over the younger man's back first, then across his lips, down to rub over his s, and then lower to his . Jaewook breathed and took his time and when he'd had enough of the metal caressing his lover's skin, only then did he begin to trap Kujo's wrists and neck in the confines the younger man was now intimately acquainted with, the sound of them clicking in place just as final as the collar. Jaewook smiled, the same cold, demanding smile from a moment ago, "All to make sure you stay in place, baby..."

@† Jaewook For a moment as he was pushed forward, Kujo’s gaze lingered on the man, but sensing he didn’t have forever, turned away to begin undressing, starting with his shirt, down to his belt and trousers, until at last every item of clothing rested in a pile on the ground. Next, he dropped to his knees, sitting back on his thighs with his legs to either side of him, waiting patiently, in quiet exposure for the man to return. “Of course, master. I’m yours to use.”

@† Kujo Jaewook pushed the locks forward and let go of the man, for now adding nothing more. He'd care for the past bits of Kujo's preparation when he returned. The Master recessed into the hidden bowels of the room, all with the intention of retrieving four items. His eyes glanced, just barely towards the wall and ceiling of the room, a double check to ensure he'd picked properly. His fingers found what he needed, the warm pass grazing over the foreign materials. He picked up each one, inspected it and set it aside and when each had gone through approval he once more began to turn to his companion, "I hope you're ready-- I know you wouldn't disappoint me, would you? You're always so eager to please me, my little toy."

@† Jaewook Eyes widening as he was pulled back firmly, Kujo tipped his head back, listening to the orders with the very slightest hint of a delighted smirk upon his lips. “Yes, master. I’ll be ready when you come back,” He responded, nodding as much as the grasp in his thick locks would allow. “I’ll keep my collar on.”

@† Kujo "Of course not, my love. I still have to get you ready don't I?" The Master followed behind Kujo and as soon as the door closed behind them, Jaewook fisted his lover's hair and yanked him back until his lips met the younger man's ear. He spoke low, soft, tone with a knife edge of command, "You'll undress and get down on your knees for me, baby. Including your underwear. And when I return, you'll be in the center of the room waiting for me. I don't like to be kept waiting, Kujo."

@† Jaewook Following close behind the man, Kujo’s gaze flicked over his face, a sense of curiosity about the younger master as they stepped into the public room. “Not quite?”

@† Podd hands clenching at the blanket, he allowed a couple moans to slip out, his fully erect from the constant s of your fists. it was a miracle that he had managed to keep from coming but he wanted to experience the sensations of the toy first before allowing himself to fall apart.
i - i'm ready ,,
the words were only whispered out, still a bit nervous after seeing the video you had sent him.

@‡ Chittaphon he tilted his head to get a better look at you. although his eyes were calm and emotionless, he watched closely to see how you were managing. he smoothed his free hand over your lower back and around your hips to rest beneath your belly to hold you steady as i ed further and further up your before pulling my fist out, your hole gaping and stretched without my limb inside*
It is.. it’ll add a little friction. You ready?

@† Podd trying to simply focus on relaxing and breathing, he lowered his upper body, still raised to the air as he rested his cheek against the blanket beneath him. shutting his eyes tight, he let you work him open, weakly fighting back soft whimpers as you took care to stretch him out without rushing. barely managing a nod, he struggles to keep his hips from trembling.
i - i remember ,, , nn ,, but the ,, the tentacle is gonna be bumpy ,,

@‡ Chittaphon I think it fits you pretty well. At certain angles.
his eyes flickered to your stomach once more and offered a small to your back in reassurance. he said nothing more before coating his hand in lubricant and spreading your cheeks out, working his fingers inside gradually until his whole fist was inside of you, slowly stretching and pulling your walls apart with my large hand.
you remembered this feeling, right? The tentacle should feel no different. Aside from the length and how boneless it is-

@† Podd he gasps out, startled by your sudden presence as your breath lingers on his skin.
it's not that i don't like it ,,, i just ,, don't think it fits me - as usual
eyeing the machine now, he couldn't help but let his hand graze over his stomach, wondering just how deep it would reach. with a nod, he gets down onto his hands and knees, quietly glancing back at you.
you better ,, , i'm trusting you ,,

@‡ Chittaphon the master suddenly appeared behind you, leaning down to brush his lips over your ear.
So you’re saying you don’t like it when I call you cute?
He teased as he set the materials down and settled onto the ground, placing the items down as well. As he was programming the machine, his eyes kept wandering over to you, biting down on his bottom lip to keep focused, finding your stripped body hard to resist.
Come. On your hands and knees. I’ll get you prepped. And no. It won’t kill you. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.

@† Podd i - i'm not cute - i just ,, that's all i could think of
grumbles in embarrassment at the sound of your laugh. eyes flickering over to you, he can't help but stare as you loosen your tie, the act something so mundane but so attractive when you do it. snapping himself out of it, he moves to grab the blanket and lay it on the floor before standing to strip, folding his clothes once they were off.

@‡ Chittaphon Straw- I’m. Sometimes I forget how cute you are, ten.
A soft laugh leaves his lips as he loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves. Once he finds it, he lifts it up and brings it over to you and nods towards the blanket on the bed.
Put the blanket on the floor and make it comfortable for you. You’re going to be on your knees for a while. Once your done, take off your clothes. I’ll be right back.
his voice was soft, but firm, placing the contraption onto the floor before disappearing to find other materials.

@† Podd he in a breath as he follows after you, eyes nervously glancing around the room as you search for the toy.
huh? oh um uh - strawberry shortcake ,, ,
muttering out the safe word without much thought, he clears his throat as if to ease his nerves.
this won't kill me, will it?

@‡ Chittaphon the master held the door open to the public room and turned to you, a half amused smile stretching across his thinned lips. he motioned you inside before following suit, and looked around for the contraption, humming softly to himself.
safe word? This is a big toy, and I don’t want you hurting yourself, princess. If you can’t do it, tell me. We can start off slow.

@† Taiga "Well welcome, this is my second one joining, so far it is quite nice and pleasant so I assure you that you will like it too, I am hoping. I hope you can also try many things and gain fun experiences."
Taemin's eyes curiously followed Taiga's motions and tried to piece where he must come from, nodding slowly when the other seemed to have figured out his origin. "Ah you wanna see empty rooms, let me recall if I came across some...." Taemin closed his eyes, tapping his chin gently as he was trying his best to repaint a mental picture of how he caught he, and trying to recall if there were any unoccupied rooms for the two to go to.

It hits him hard when it came to him, to the point he straighten his posture as his eyes lit up with excitement, chirping out softly. "Oh, I know which room we can check out, follow me." He didn't mean to reach out and take a hold of the master's sleeve, gently tugging him to the other direction to lead him to another room.
"and I'll be happy to teach you what I know about shibari." He adds without even glancing back over to Taiga as he guides them away from this spot.

(the private room e is empty if you wanna go to that one.)

@‡ Taemin “I had never been to a club before, so everything is new and interesting to me to be honest,” Taiga replied. He really wasn’t a voyeur, he was just curious and quite a bit bored. It seemed his boredom would end soon however, as now at least he had company - a hot company at that. “Sounds good, you show me what you know and we find out the rest together.” He also looked around briefly, trying to remember the places he had already been to among the crowd and under the dim lights. “This was the first room I came across, so I came from that way,” he said as he pointed towards his right with his chin. “I wonder if there are any empty rooms, I wanna see for myself what’s inside. Maybe you could teach me how to use the equipment too, I could use some shibari training.”