• Private Room D

/crying a little bit

/hides in this room and screams into a pillow
/the urge to die is strong
Im never going in that room again /whimpers and hugs the pillow to me

@† Jaewook [H] Kujo’s eyes met Jaewook’s as the man appeared in the doorway. There was apprehension in his eyes, an excited glint that urged him to put on a show for his master. He offered the older man a smirk, the pleasure making his breath ragged not holding him back from a little further teasing. “Maybe you should, master. Let me for you while you’re carving your name into me.” Even as he held the man’s gaze, his fingers didn’t slow, if anything his pace increased around his length. “I can’t wait to have your name in my skin, master… nobdoy will be able to mistake me for anything but yours.”

@† Kujo [H] The mutual ownership was beautiful, the lawyer thought, and the physical blooms and scars they left one another... he adored every single one of them. The name he was about to leave upon his lover's skin would be more than he ever asked for. A final kiss and Jaewook rushed to retrieve the item from the car. He'd had it ready ever since he'd heard his fiancé's fantasy, his own dark desires claiming it as his own as well. The Master handled the item in his hands and soon returned to the sight of his lover, sank to his knees and touching himself. A smirk spread onto his lips like dampness on paper, small and then taking over completely. He paused at the door, body leaned against the frame while his dark eyes devoured the younger man, "Hm... watching you like this, baby. It almost makes me want to male you wait until you've made a lovely mess of yourself again. See how desperate you are for me to carve my name into your flesh."

@† Jaewook While Kujo had been expecting to walk himself, he could never complain about being taken up into Jaewook’s arms, he pressed close, his lips seizing and biting at every inch of the man’s skin that was uncovered, from his bottom lip to his neck, leaving his own blooms of red behind wherever they sank down. With a nod, he walked into the private room, and as instructed began to slip each item of clothing off while he waited for the man to return. He gathered his clothes, placed them in a pile, and impatiently sat on the floor, his fingers wrapping around his sensitive and drawing out long, slow , intending to give the lawyer a show for when he returned.

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook smiled, but rather than allowing his fiancé to walk he extended his arms and brought him up into his hold. The affection then was selfish. Why? Because he wanted to devour as much of Kujo's lips and feel him as much as he could for the few fleeting moments they'd take to get to one of the private rooms, "I want you to head in and undress for me, baby... I'll have to gather something from the car before I join you, alright?" His lips met the younger man's, anxious for his taste and much too soon they arrived, his arms allowing the younger man down to head inside the private room while he rushed to their car.

@† Jongsuk “You think you could make me regret it, what makes you so confident, Jongsuk?” The younger’s expression wasn’t too far off from the bodyguard’s, oozing of confidence and Insufferable smugness. “It sounds like a blast… I’m pretty good at hide and seek, you know? It’s one of my specialties. No rat or mutt can escape me. Are you confident you can win against me if I actually tried?” A soft, tired groan left the younger’s lips as they met Jongsuk’s tired of talking and forming words, his body fighting not to go limp in the older’s grasp but failing tragically, body slump against the other’s. Despite his lazy and weak form, Kihyun’s hips moved slowly against Jongsuk, whimpering softly as a sign of desperation.

@† Kihyun "Yes. And I'd make you regret every second of asking me to." Jongsuk smiled, anything but friendly or pleasant about the expression. If Kihyun would put him in that situation then Jongsuk would absolutely make the most of it. He rubbed his thumb over the pink pout and chuckled, short, "No? Wouldn't a game of hide and seek be fun?" The body guard felt shameless, but he didn't care, not when he devoured Kihyun's body with his eyes and not when he did just the same when the younger man returned to him. His hands forced him down, eager to take back the lips into his own and to explore the body with his rough, calloused hands.

@† Jongsuk The master’s gaze locked upon the other, no hesitation in his voice. “Yes.” He was curious to see if Jongsuk would do it and if he would allow himself to be viewed in such a vulnerable position. “Are you planning to hide from me, Jongsuk? You’re making me sad…” a practiced pout adorned his lips, pink and plump. The other’s chilled skin brought comfort to his own, and he didn’t care whether or not Jongsuk felt uncomfortable. He just knew he felt good and he wanted to feel even better, pressing his lips against Jongsuk’s ling and tugging. He pulled away to rid himself of his own clothes and tossed them to the side, eagerly climbing on top of his bodyguard.

@† Jisung Rather than answer the question, Jongsuk shot back with his own, "Why? Do you plan on telling me to make myself ?" The Master raised an eyebrow, still finding it in him to tease the younger man, "What makes you so sure you'd find me in time to kill me, hm?" The warm skin felt hot, almost uncomfortable to the touch, but he held on, imagining Jisung felt just as restless from the heat. Jongsuk just barely bit into the skin he'd been nuzzling a moment before, "I'd love to see you try, Han." He felt surprised in his eyes as Jisung turned, only curiosity left in them by the time the gazes met. Without a response, his eyes widened, but then all that remained was a smirk. He leaned forward, fingers taking hold on Jisung's chin and without a shred of hesitation, pressed his cool lips onto the younger's, eager to taste.

@† Jongsuk Jisung opened his eyes and watched as the man undressed, grateful that his cheeks were already flushed. "What if your boss tells you to make yourself . Would do you it?" The master groaned when Jongsuk engulfed him in his embrace, the cooler skin clashing with his own heat. "You won't quit. Quitting means death." he hummed at the last remark. "This whiny master won't hesitate to slit your throat." Jisung turned in jongsuk's arms and looked up at him. "Kiss me. You already have my germs."

@† Jisung Jongsuk nearly rolled his eyes, "Please. You'll have to do more than scream to get me to for you, kitten." Secretly, sadistically, Jongsuk enjoyed watching the younger man crumble under the taste of the acrid medicine. Though it was for Jisung's own good, it was still a small bit of retribution for all of the insults. Medicine and water aside, Jongsuk began to kick of his belts and pants and then the button down shirt that covered his upper torso, "Yeah? Then I'll have to quit, won't I?" The bodyguard, free of his most restrictive clothing finally climbed in bed and tucked himself behind Han. His limbs took the younger man in and tangled together, spooning him and burying his face against the warm neck, Jisung's scent familiar, sweet. The man mumbled, teasing, "If I didn't work for you I'd have a hard time believing you're a ruthless killer when you get whiny like this."

@† Jongsuk “You’re coming? Already?” He snorted before his mouth was filled with the orange liquid, his face and nose scrunching up in displeasure and his hands failed around to grab the bottle of water and chugging it. “Hurggghh… ew ew-“ he was too busy focusing on the taste, he hadn’t noticed the kiss planted on his forehead. The younger breathed, sitting still for a few moments before flipping over onto his side, his already tired body giving in. “Come spoon me. Or else I won’t pay you at all this week.” He didn’t know why, but Jisung was craving Jongsuk. He craved his scent and his warmth. And despite his state, he fought to keep his eyes open, waiting for the older to climb into bed with him.

@† Jisung "I'm coming. I'm coming. Remind me why I keep working for you, huh? How much do you pay me again?" Jongsuk hardly did it for the money, but he was acutely aware that Jisung knew he'd never quit and that the money wasn't what mattered. The bodyguard stepped close, amusement littering his eyes as Jisung humored him and his commands. He waited and watched the younger part his pink lips for the medicine. He poured some into the the measuring cup and lifted it to spill the orange liquid into Jisung's waiting mouth, a stolen peck to the younger man's forehead in the confusion of the moment. He put the cup aside and brought the water to him next, "Here. To help with the taste."

@† Jongsuk Five minutes felt like an eternity. Jisung called out for his friend, annoyed that he was taking so long. “J O N G S U C K !!!” He spelled out, whining and kicking his feet. Right as his friend entered the room, jisung sat up on command, his face contorting into one of confusion before he cursed. “Dammit.” He glared up at the giraffe before opening up his mouth. “Ah.”

@† Jisung Jongsuk waved a dismissive hand at Jisung. Just as Jisung was acting, however, so was he. He'd sworn loyalty and up until his last breath, no matter how much pain coursed through his body, his priority would be to protect the younger man. All of five minutes later and he returned with cough syrup in one hand and water in the other, "Sit. This should knock you out for a few hours too."

@† Jongsuk The younger laughed at the scoff, peeling himself away from the comforting embrace of the older male and plopped onto the bed, completely exhausted.
You. You will still take care of me. Until you stop breathing, that’s your job.
He mumbled, nodding. Of course Jisung was lying. Of Jongsuk was sick, he’d take it upon himself to care for his pet.

@† Jisung Jongsuk saw the smug look in Jisung's eyes and be scoffed.
If I get sick who else is going to take care of you, huh? You just played yourself, Han.
The bodyguard sighed, but as usual he complied. He pulled himself away from the younger man and deranged himself enough to get up.
I'll be back. Sit still.

@† Jongsuk a look of horror coated Jisung’s expression before slowly turning into a smug look. It was Jongsuk’s fault for pulling him close so suddenly. Now the older man could be sick and suffer along side him.
Ack- you can’t hit a sick person!
he pouted and looked around.
I don’t want to leave. Too much work. Go find me NyQuil or something around the club.

@† Jisung Jongsuk blinked once or twice, disbelieving, and then he groaned. He shook his head and reached out for some tissues to hand Jisung. He clicked his tongue.
At least we know they have enough of these for... clean up purposes.
The bodyguard flicked Jisung's forehead, gentle but enough to make a point.
Medicine. As soon as we get out of here.

@† Jongsuk Jisung’s hands shot out onto Jongsuk’s chest so that they wouldn’t end up head butting each other. Instead, their noses were mere inches away from each other, Jisung’s eyes widening at the close proximity. He clamped his mouth shut to contain them cough itching at his throat but failed, coughing right into Jongsuk’s face.
“I..”

@† Jisung A moment ago Jongsuk had been admiring the sweet, melted puddle that was Han Jisung and now he was flat on his back, staring at a not-so-melted puddle. Where had the energy come from? The bodyguard reached up and fisted Han's shirt, tugging him back down if only so his arms could wrap around the smaller frame once more.
Are you upset we missed out on quality time together? Did you miss me, Han?

@† Jongsuk a small grunt left the smaller’s lips as they tumbled onto the bed, his hands still clinging tightly onto Jongsuk as if he would melt away if he let go for even a little. Despite his raging headache and flushed cheeks, jisung took this chance to push Jongsuk onto his back, climbing over him and straddling the larger man, eyes red, irritated.
We work together but it seems like I haven’t seen you in forever.

@† Jisung Jongsuk looked down at Jisung, the stoic man's face for a second flashing amusement. Yes, he knew Jisung was ill, but still he couldn't help but be amused by the way his sassy friend turned into a soft, pile of whiny energy when sick. It was cute. He entered the room and stepped towards the bed, first trying to put Jisung down, but when that didn't work he settled for having both of them in bed, tumbling as gently as possible into the softness.

@† Jongsuk Mmmmmm..
was all the master could respond with as his guard carried him to a private bedroom, his hand clinging onto Jongsuk’s shirt to keep from moving too much, his head flushed against the other’s chest.

@† Taehyung "So mean," he teased breathlessly as he slowly adjusted. It didn't last long before Taehyung turned it up again. He whined softly and clenched around the toy, taking deep breaths. He was almost challenging himself and Taehyung. For as long as he could, he was going to try his best to not react as strongly as he normally did, just to see how Taehyung would react. Response was inevitable, but he was going to try to collect himself as quickly as possible. However, the fourth level was about where most people that tried it started to lose control a tiny bit, meaning he was sure to struggle himself. He was already struggling a bit now. If he was going to lose it though, at least he could make Taehyung work for it a bit.

@‡ Hyungsoo "Usually yes, you can move if it becomes too much but the point is to let it hit your prostate." Chuckling softly, he knew the ring would be necessary. Hyungsoo was far too sensitive and trigger happy for the ring to be forgotten, though Taehyung did hope that would lessen a bit over time he was also equally as fine with it if it never did. It would be more of a torture for Hyungsoo to keep having to use it than for Taehyung. This was just another weapon in his arsenal at this point. Reaching down again he pushed the toy up another setting, wanting to see how Hyungsoo adjusted to it to find the perfect level to keep him at for a while.

@† Taehyung Hyungsoo shook his head in response to Taehyung's question and looked back at him a moment. "Is it supposed to be?" He didn't move directly onto it at first since he didn't want to get shocked with pleasure right away, but he knew that it'd be the goal eventually, so he moved slightly on the toy to let it buzz softly against his prostate, an action that pulled a louder gasp from him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on Taehyung's shoulder a moment while he tried to adjust to that feeling too. It was slower than adjusting to the buzzing alone, of course. " ring... Was a good idea." He would not have lasted long at all without the ring.

@‡ Hyungsoo "It's alright, I was expecting it, and that's why I didn't want your arms tied behind you just yet." Taehyung chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to Hyungsoo's shoulder. The gentle movements of the toy on it's lowest setting didn't seem to be too difficult for the older man to handle and that was good, a detail that Taehyung certainly filed away for later. "Is it hitting your prostate?" He asked, wanting to make sure Hyungsoo was positioned properly before he decided to turn it up. He was glad the lowest setting wasn't too much, but he wasn't ready to just leave it at that either. He wanted to see Hyungsoo fall apart, and he was going to achieve that one way or another.

@† Taehyung The soft shoulder kiss made Hyungsoo bite his lip to keep a ridiculously wide smile off of his face. "And this is why I call you cute. You're sweet," he said, mostly to distract himself enough from the tingling in his s so he wouldn't be overloaded. He moved his hands back to his front, unconsciously leaning back against Taehyung a little when he felt the male's arm around him. He had no problems relaxing then, so much that the toy turning on startled him. He gasped and bucked once before bringing himself back to awareness with a sheepish smile. "Sorry," He said quietly. He was told that the motorbunny was an intense toy, even on its lowest setting. He could tell they weren't lying. It wasn't bad though. He could be still for the most part. There were a few small movements, but the vibrations still felt good, so he couldn't help that.