Jonghyong opened his eyes and lifted his head, to look around, as best he could in the dimness of the room. The guy realized that he was still in the apartment of Jungsuk, on his bed, lying on his stomach. As soon as he tried to roll over, his entire body ached. Kim grimaced and bit his lip until it bled, trying not to make a sound. Glancing around again, the young man realized, that it was already dark outside the window. He was unconscious for at least several hours. The sheets were clinging to the skin of his stomach and legs, his hands ached from the old grip of the metal handcuffs, his head was numb, and his fifth point was on fire. Jonghyong tried to reach his anus and bit his lip again, while tears of pain came to his eyes, when he touched the swollen sphincter with his finger, spreading his buttocks slightly to the sides. The edges of the anus, as well as the buttocks themselves, were wet and slimy. The smell of medicine was in the air. Jonghyong winced again. He hated the hospital smell. Being sensitive to all sorts of scents, medicines always smelled horribly disgusting to him. Even in the Master's room, Jonghyong could barely hold back the urge to vomit, as Blake-Hyong treated his injuries.
Jonghyong tried to roll over again, at least, on his side, fighting the terrible pain in his body and ass, tears streaming down his cheeks. But the physical pain didn't bother him much. He was used to it, looking for it himself. Pain became a part of him, an integral part of his body and soul. Kim could live with that. But that, what Jungsuk did with him, was far more shocking, than the pain. Hyong raped him. Took it against his will. Did what, that promised never do. And now… abandoned him. Jonghyong turned his head left and right, in an attempt to meet the familiar gaze. But senior was not in the room. Jonghyong struggled out of bed and immediately felt a dull pain in the small of his back, a burning flame on the skin of his torn buttocks and swollen sphincter. He pulled the robe over his naked body and winced again, while the fabric immediately covered the damaged skin, causing a new portion of pain. There was a small mark of injection in the crook of his elbow. After walking around the apartment for, what seemed like an eternity, Kim couldn't find Hyong. He's gone. Left Jonghyong. Left him alone. Used him and threw him away as an unnecessary item. And the worst part was, that Jonghyong felt, that he deserved it. He cheated on Hyong, didn't tell him the truth, showed disrespect, by paying such close attention to his former partner. Jonghyong was always afraid, that sooner or later Hyong would leave him, get tired of his antics, tired solve his problems, tired change himself for the sake of junior, while in return receiving almost nothing. Jonghyong couldn't even thank Hyong properly, because he just didn't know, how to do it. He had no idea, how to express the range of feelings, that he felt for Hyong because he had never felt anything like this before. Senior was too condescending, too nice, too kind, too attentive, much… The limit of his patience seemed limitless. But even the most tolerant person has a final point. And today Jonghyong witnessed it.
His body was failing him, and he could barely stand, so he leaned against the wall next to the room, completely oblivious to the pain, that he had felt just recently after waking up, sliding down, until he sank to the floor. His mind refused to accept reality. Senior wasn't around. Jonghyong was left alone. Again. A sick bastard, like him, didn't deserve someone as bright, as Park Jungsuk. Despite what Hyong had done to him, Jonghyong couldn't blame senior for, what had happened. This is entirely his fault!
Tears rolled down his cheeks in a new stream, searing them with heat, salt gathered on the lines of his lips, the pressure on his eyes was so strong, that he wanted to go back to sleep, but his broken mind kept repeating like a tocsin, that no one needed him, everyone had abandoned him, no one would come, no one would want to be near him anymore. Hands were shaking, legs were splayed on the floor, the heart was pounding in his chest, ribs were breaking, the stomach was knotted, and he felt a wave of nausea. He grabbed hair with his hands, pulling it back so hard, that his head could have been torn off. He wanted, that it to stop. So that the annoying voices, that whispered in his ear about his worthlessness and uselessness, would disappear. But his temples were squeezed in a vise, while his body twisted and twisted from the piercing mental attack. Images of Hyong flashed before his eyes clearly and distinctly, and Jonghyong wanted to gouge out eyes with a kitchen knife so, that he wouldn't see those piercing malachite-blue-brown eyes, that looked at him with such contempt, that he wanted to shrink to microscopic size. Jungsuk pushes him away, immediately wiping his hands on his trousers with undisguised disgust. Plump, pink lips curl into a grin, eyes blaze with hatred, and Hyong's body shakes with uncontrollable rage, and as soon as Jonghyong makes a pathetic attempt to approach, Jungsuk takes a few steps to the side, holding his hands out in front of. He doesn't, want someone, like Kim Jonghyong, to come near him. Doesn't even want to breathe the same air with him.
"You're disgusting, Kim Jonghyong. I've regretted, that contacting you, a thousand times. I hate even being around you, let alone touching a vile bastard, like you!"
Jonghyong hears these words clearly and clearly, and each of them sends a thousand-ampere current through him, piercing every receptor with pain. Jonghyong reaches for Hyong again, tries to beg for forgiveness, but all, that comes out of his mouth, are pathetic sobs, and the salt water is swimming in front of his eyes.
"You're pathetic, Kim Jonghyong! You're the weakest and most pathetic person, that I've ever met."
Jonghyong closes his eyes and shakes his head, and when he opens his eyes, Hyong is gone. Only the blackness, that envelops him from head to toe, spreading, embracing the entire body with its immaterial arms, crawling into the very core, making the already dark soul of Jonghyong even blacker and more disgusting. The younger man tries to yell and call for help, but no one hears him. He was left alone. And no one will help him.
Jonghyong is leaning against the wall, his hands in his hair, his knees drawn up to his chest, rocking back and forth, like a Chinese dummy, completely oblivious to the pain, that he felt just recently after waking up. After all, what he sees before his eyes, hears with his own ears, feels deep in his black heart is much more painful, than any physical injury. The panic attack hit like a tsunami, opening its arms wide. Fear took over the mind, not allowing to think and return to reality. Jonghyong floated on the periphery of his mind, seemingly in a world of his own, where there was only room for one feeling – the emptiness of one's own existence.
***
Jungsuk was coming home from the nearest store and still couldn't get over, what he'd done. Jonghyong hadn't woken up in hours, and that scared senior. Maknae lost consciousness from pain shock and fear and did not wake up. Jungsuk cursed himself again, and again, and again. He was so angry, that he raped his junior, causing him pain, thereby alienating him so much, that it is difficult to imagine. As soon as he realized, what he had done, fear gripped his mind, making it impossible to think straight. Jungsuk froze over junior in the buff and couldn't even figure out, what to do. He was shaking Jonghyong by the shoulders, trying to call and plead, but junior didn't hear him. Jungsuk almost tore out his hair, trying to calm down and put his thoughts in relative order. With trembling hands senior managed to remove the metal shackles from the other's wrists, after which junior's hands fell like a dead weight on the bed, treated the torn buttocks and applied healing ointment to them, each time withdrawing his hand in fear when maknae moaned and instinctively tried to escape the painful touch, even when he was unconscious. Spreading the guy's buttocks slightly apart, Jungsuk felt disgusted with himself and bitter tears of despair and guilt, when he saw the blood and swollen red edges of junior's anus. After removing the blood residue with an antiseptic, senior, using a silicone glove, plunged the finger, smeared with anti-inflammatory ointment, inside and immediately heard a strangled and prolonged painful moan somewhere above. Jungsuk hated himself for the agony and pain, which he was causing junior now along with, what he had already done, but the medical procedures required a place to be, otherwise, the consequences could be disappointing. Turning the younger man slightly on his side, Jungsuk gave him an intravenous painkiller injection, to ease the pain at least a little. His hands were shaking and trembling, his lips were sore, so often and hard Park bit them, his eyes stung from the salt of tears, but senior did all the necessary manipulations clearly and correctly, then collected all the garbage and sent it to the dumpster. After pulling off pants and boxers of maknae, which were still hanging around ankles, and then removing his outer clothing, Jungsuk decided to leave his body naked, closing the window and setting the temperature of the air conditioner to a warmer mode so, that Jonghyong would not freeze, just throwing a light sheet over part of his back, avoiding his buttocks. Any contact with the fabric, even the lightest and most delicate, will now cause indescribable pain.
After hastily tidying up, Jungsuk cursed, when he realized, that a mouse had literally hanged itself in his refrigerator, and anything, that could be used to make something edible, didn't fit the situation. Jonghyong's body will need food, to restore its strength and balance, but it is exceptionally soft, light, and digestible, which will not damage his intestines and the inner walls of the anus when forced to empty. Which just wasn't there. So he dressed in the first clothes, that he could find, and ran outside to the nearest store.
Park returned half an hour later, cursing again because he'd been in the store longer than he'd expected. And as soon as he opened the door, the bags fell to the floor with a loud thud, while Jungsuk himself slammed the door and rushed forward to the rocking back and forth of Jonghyong, who was sitting against the wall at the entrance to the room, clutching his hair and seemingly no common sense. Because didn't even pay attention to, that Hyong entering the apartment.
"Jonghyong!" Jungsuk threw himself on his knees next to junior, trying to pull the other's hands away from tousled hair so, that he could see the guy's face, but maknae only clung to them more tightly, muttering to himself in a way, that Jungsuk couldn't make out.
"Jonghyong-a, are you okay? What's wrong with you? Why did you get out of bed?" senior didn't get an answer to any of the questions. Jonghyong continued to tear his hair, sway and mutter, and Jungsuk was stunned, when he listened and could understand some of the words, that the younger man said.
"You left me. Left me. Left…"
"Jonghyong," Jungsuk put his hands on top of junior's, "I'm here. I didn't leave you. Jonghyong-e, calm down, everything will be fine. Do you hear me?"
But Jonghyong didn't hear. He didn't seem to hear or see anything at all. He just kept muttering and crying bitterly, pulling his hair out by the roots. Jungsuk tried to call out to him, touch him, stroke him, even lift him up, to carry him back to the bed, but the younger guy's body suddenly became so heavy, that it was impossible to even approach. Jungsuk didn't know, what to do. He broke out in a cold, sticky sweat at the thought of, how Jonghyong would look at him, when he woke up, what he would say, what he would do, how he would react to senior's presence. But now he was much more afraid. He couldn't get through to maknae from the word at "completely". Jonghyong seemed to fall out of reality. It was like madness. Jungsuk never thought, that his fleeting exit from the apartment would affect junior so much. He didn't think, that Jonghyong would want to see him, after what Jungsuk had done to him. But it seemed to be the exact opposite. There was only one problem: Jonghyong couldn't see him even now, with Park sitting directly across from him and touching him. Jonghyong was so wrapped up in himself, that he didn't want to realize, what was really happening. Another panic attack hit him, and for the first time in his life, Jungsuk didn't know, how to handle it.
A sudden thought struck Jungsuk, and he clutched at maknae's wrists, whispering in a strangled voice, "Jonghyong-e, I'll be right back. I'm not leaving you. I'll just go to the room for a few minutes, okay? You won't be alone. No longer have. I'll be right here."
Jungsuk pointed toward the room, even though he knew, that the younger guy still couldn't see or hear anything.
Jungsuk rushed to his shirt, which was lying in a rag somewhere near the bed, and pulled out the card, that Blake-Hyong had given him at the club. He thanked all the existing and non-existing gods, for not crumpling and throwing away a piece of cardboard, as he originally wanted to do, and simply forgot about it after. And now it was the best of all his blunders.
With trembling hands Park dialed the number on his cell phone, listening to the long and seemingly longest beeps of his life, and keeping his eyes on junior, who was still sitting against the wall.
"Come on, damn you, pick up the phone!" under other circumstances, Jungsuk would never have done, what he did now. His ego would not allow him to bow his head to others' authority. Especially to someone, like he was trying so desperately to call right now. Jungsuk was an avid protectionist. He is used to getting everything, he wants, to achieve, what he wants, to go to his goal persistently and methodically, not accepting other people's help, relying solely on his own strength. But the situation was different now. Pride and self-esteem took a back seat to sanity and patronage. There was nothing Park could do, to help Jonghyong right now, because he just hadn't experienced anything like this before. Maknae's panic attacks have never been so severe or aggressive. And right now there was only one option left for Jungsuk – to ask for help from someone, who knew his boyfriend much better than he did.
"What?!" an exasperated voice came from the other end of the line, and Jungsuk bit his lip, pulling himself back so, as not to say something caustic and sarcastic in response.
"Blake-Hyong…" the voice broke, trying to say the other's name. The sight of the younger guy finished off Jungsuk completely, and a single tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Jungsuk brushed it away with his hand and cleared his throat, in an attempt to steady his voice. Unsuccessfully.
"Who is it?"
"This is Jun… Jessy, you left me your card at the club, remember?" Jungsuk caught himself just in time, using his alias.
"What is it, Jessy, that I have the honor of hearing your voice in the run-up to night? I don't think, that this is the right time to discuss, what we were talking about?"
"I need your help… Hyong. Jong… John, he…" Jungsuk's words was confused, his head almost numb, and Hyong's teasing phrase faded into the background.
"What's wrong with him?!" senior's voice immediately went into full focus mode, and even that didn't bother Park. "What did you do, Jessy?!"
"I think, that made the most terrible mistake in my life…" it seemed, more to himself, than to senior, Park answered. "I lost my temper. I hurt John. Hurts a lot, Hyong. And now he's in this state… he can't hear me. Not see. Doesn't understand anything. It's like… crazy. I don't know, what to do. Help me, Hyong! Please, help him!"
At the other end of the line, there were muffled mats and rustling sounds.
"Address?"
"What?.." Jungsuk blurted out a tirade in one breath, choking on his own tears, and now he didn't know, what Hyong was asking him. All, had he done, was stammer out, what had happened, and ask for help.
"Fuck, Jessy, give me the fucking address!"
Jungsuk broken explained to senior, where he lived, and only heard…
"I'll be there in twenty minutes, don't leave his side! Even if you think, that he can't see or hear you, don't leave him alone. His mind is closed, but his body feels someone else's presence. Congratulations to you, Jessy. I don't know, what the hell you did to John, but you absolutely gave him a subdrop!"
After that Hyong hung up, and Jungsuk stared at his phone as if he'd never seen it before. He automatically took a pack of cigarettes out of junior's trousers and lit one, inhaling too hard, but immediately feeling, how the acrid smoke settle in his throat, and coughed so hard, that he was ready to spit out his lungs. Jungsuk sat down next to Jonghyong, wrapping his free hand around the other's ankle, and continued to drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash onto the floor next to him.
Jonghyong continued to sit and mutter words, that echoed in Park's ears, "You left me. Left me. Left…"
***
Jungsuk had smoked at least four cigarettes, although he had never smoked in his life before he heard the doorbell ring. He felt, how the other's body shudder at the sound, but Kim continued to sit in the same position, that Jungsuk had found him in about an hour ago. Nothing has changed.
Jungsuk rushed to open the door and let senior in. His eyes flashed with righteous anger when he saw Jonghyong sitting on the floor. Jungsuk cringed in fear, as Hyong turned to look at him. His hands were clenched into fists so tightly, that the veins stood out, his chocolate eyes were black, his nostrils were flaring so, that steam was almost coming out, his lips were compressed into a single thin line, and a crease lay between his eyebrows.
"What did you do, Jessy? What did you do with him? I've never seen him like this in all the time, that I've known him!" senior hissed so, that only Jungsuk could hear him.
"I…" Jungsuk backed toward the front door, as Hyong began to loom over him like a rock, even though they were almost the same height.
"What did you do, Jessy?" the man kept asking louder and louder, and Jungsuk felt afraid, shrinking back against the door and closing his eyes.
"I forced him to have sex…"
"What?!" Hyong's anger seemed to run high. He grabbed the collar of Jungsuk's T-shirt and moved closer to his face so, that Park could feel the heat of others' breath. "Repeat, what did you say?!"
"I beat him up and then almost raped him. He didn't want that. But I was so angry, that couldn't help myself. I lost control!" Jungsuk's voice rose a few tones.
"Damn you…" Hyong swung at Jungsuk, but the blow hit the wall right next to Park's head. Under other circumstances Jungsuk would have immediately responded to the impudent Hyong, but not now. Right now he was ready to ask the man to give him a full beating for, what he had done.
Hyong let go of junior, closed his eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to pull himself together. He hadn't realized, that it was so serious. On even from the confused and indistinct description he knew immediately, that John had been subjected to a subdrop after something, that he wasn't used to. Maybe, his new partner did something, that junior doesn't like. Or, on the contrary, did not do it, not having sufficient qualifications. But Blake had no idea, that this narcissistic junior would rape John! Blake had never, ever in his entire life been so angry, as he was now. He was ready to tear junior apart and feed him to the dogs. The control and coldness, that always accompanied him everywhere, gave way to a massive crack, when Blake saw his donsen, sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, tearing his hair and completely surrendering to the clutches of madness.
"To the kitchen," Hyong said, after taking a look around at the layout of the apartment and sitting down next to maknae.
"What?" Jungsuk was still standing by the door, watching, how the senior kneel down next to his boyfriend.
Blake turned to Park and gave him such a fierce black stare, that Jungsuk swallowed and immediately retreated to the kitchen, carefully avoiding the two men. The last thing, that he heard, that sent a sharp shard of pain straight into his bleeding heart, was the faint voice of his partner, "Blake-Hyong?"
***
Jungsuk walked around the kitchen in circles, like a trapped animal, for almost an hour, while senior was in the room with Jonghyong. Park didn't know, what men were doing, what they were talking about, what was going on. The way, how Jonghyong reacted to Blake-Hyong, hurt him, even though he knew, that it was entirely his fault. He had scared Jonghyong so much, hurt him so much, that his reaction was obvious. So why did Kim think, that Park had abandoned him, and was so scared of it when he didn't even see senior in front of him? His head was falling apart, his brain was not working, and his hands were shaking and sweating, as he smoked his second cigarette. The nicotine smoke was settling in his throat, burning and drying, and the haze was so thick, that it hurt his eyes, but Park ignored it. All, that he cared about, was what the hell was going on in his own room, how Jonghyong would feel about him now when Park had let himself get mad, what would happen after Blake-Hyong left?.. Each question that followed scared him more than the last. Jungsuk had never been so afraid.
About half an hour later Hyong walked into the kitchen, combing his hair back as if in a familiar gesture, took a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, and lit one, as he went to the window.
"He wants you. Now."
"But I…" he didn't know, what to say or do. Thank Hyong, ask about Jonghyong's condition, rush to a junior in the room, or don't approach him at all, after what happened.
"I managed to stabilize his condition. But you can't leave him alone for long. At least, for now. His mind is still too fragile. You have to go. I'll wait here. Go!" the last word was said louder and harder, than any of the others, and Jungsuk didn't dare disobey, nodding uncertainly and heading toward the room, his hands clenched into fists so tightly, that his nails dug into the soft skin of the inside of his palms.
Jonghyong was lying on his side on the bed, still, in his robe, his head resting on the pillow, his arms and legs drawn up to his body so, that at the moment the guy seemed so small and defenseless, like a babe, that made Jungsuk's heartache. Nothing like the cocky, confident guy, that Jonghyong wanted to appear to everyone else. Junior didn't even look up, when Jungsuk hesitantly approached the bed and sat down on the floor next to the headboard, hiding his eyes, not daring to look at his boyfriend's face. The adrenaline and fear for Jonghyong's condition faded into the background, giving way to rampant shame and guilt. Unbidden tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't hold them back. He carefully and slowly placed his small hands-on Jonghyong's large ones, hiding his face, lowering it down, and wept, as he had never wept in his life. Water ran down his skin, soaking into the sheets, and the hands, that had recently beaten the young man's body, gently and gently squeezed other's forearms. Words were unnecessary, and what could Jungsuk say now, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again?". In this case, once might be enough. Park just kept touching maknae, until he felt, that Jonghyong freed one hand from his grip and ran long fingers through senior's hair. The tears came again when Jungsuk felt the soft touch of оther's fingertips. It gently and slowly touched the scalp, massaging and soothing, even though it was Jonghyong who needed it right now. He didn't push Jungsuk away, didn't drive him away, didn't hate him. And Jungsuk felt, how the guilt swells up inside him, filling him up, making it difficult to breathe so, that his shoulders shook with silent sobs, and the oxygen seemed to have left his lungs. Jungsuk risked raising his head and immediately met with Jonghyong's wet brown eyes. Junior was crying. Salt water trickled down his cheeks, dripping onto senior's skin, and Jungsuk carefully reached out, that to rub the dampness away with his thumb.
Maknae closed his eyes and licked his dry lips, inhaling deeply, listening to the sensations inside him. He felt, felt his skin, how Park gnaws, tortures, blames, hates himself for, what he did. This splashed at the bottom of his beautiful eyes, and he couldn't stand it. Jungsuk raped him, beat him, left him alone, left him. But he came back. He came back, to show, how much he was sorry, to show, what a fatal mistake he had made, to show the degree of guilt, that was now eating at him from the inside. Jonghyong felt it on himself. Jungsuk wasn't going to give up on him, even after he found out about him, even after what had happened between them, even after Blake-Hyong had once again appeared next to maknae, proving, that their relationship was still much stronger than that between Jungsuk and Jonghyong at the moment. Kim didn't blame Park for that, what he did, because senior showed him something, that Kim had never seen in the eyes of his former partner – guilt and a willingness to correct his own mistakes. This was the most important thing for junior. Jungsuk didn't think of him, as a thing, that to play with and throw away, whose feelings and feelings don't matter, whose role in this life is to please the owner and forget about himself. Senior made a mistake and was ready to pay for it at any cost.
Jonghyong fell asleep half an hour later after Park gave him another shot. His body and mind were too exhausted, to speak or do anything other than lie like a limp doll on the bed. Jungsuk helped him out of the robe, touching his body as little, as possible, so as not to cause unnecessary reactions, and left the room, only when he was sure, that junior was asleep, wincing slightly in his sleep from the still painful sensations on the skin of the buttocks and internal injuries to the anus.
"He's asleep. I think, he'll be able to rest for a couple of hours, at least, until the injection wears off. I…"
Jungsuk entered the kitchen and immediately notified the senior, who was smoking a cigarette near the window, which seemed did not know, which one, about maknae's condition, but he didn't let finish. Hyong quickly got close to Park and hit him right in the nose with precision and force.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Park recoiled from the raging vortex in the face of Blake-Hyong, who was breathing so heavily, that it seemed, that would be able to perform CPR for lack of oxygen.
"What's wrong with me, are you fucking serious?! What have you done, you, lousy little bastard? Do you know, what it took to me, to get him out of the state, which he was in just an hour ago? Do you know, what you did, you, little prick?! You risked destroying everything, that I've been trying to change for years! You fucking raped him for fucking jealousy! Seriously?! You beat him with a belt, slashed him, like a piece of meat! He's been covered in a flood of shit, that's beyond imagining, and it's all your fucking fault! I told you to call, and I would have helped. But no, fuck! You, fucking amateurs, think, that can do anything to people, like us, but you don't understand a damn thing! You can only amuse your self-esteem by using force and rudeness, taking out your complexes on others! I hate people, like you! Stupid, underdeveloped bastards! And still, someone dares to say, that we are abnormal…"
"Fuck you!" Jungsuk pushed Hyong's chest away from him so, that he bumped into the table behind him, and started walking toward him, now hovering over him, his hands clenched into fists. "It was an accident! How are you better than me, hah? You beat up your partners, torture them, cut them, and then fuck them, like dead kittens! Fucking pervert! You're the meanest bastard, that I've ever met!" Jungsuk's fist landed just under senior's ribs, who immediately prevented the next blow, by twisting Jungsuk's arm behind his back, and Park screamed in pain. Just a little more and Hyong will dislocate his limb. But Blake had no such intentions, no matter how angry he was right now. The violence of this kind has never been senior's side. His goal was only to immobilize junior.
"Understand, you, underdeveloped idiot, there is a reason for everything! I, unlike you, will never do anything with my partner, that he would not want, I will never take a knife, if I do not know for sure, that the partner will stand it, I will never do anything, that can undermine the psychological state. The flesh is just flesh. The brain is more important! All impulses, all desires, and fears, everything, that you experience and feel, pass through the brain. You can slash body as much, as you want, but you have to be sure, that mind can handle it. You knew, what John was really like. Knew, what he was afraid of. What he's going through. What the hell did he have to do for you? And you still did this to him! You could have ruined him! And I'm not talking about physical injuries. John might not come out of it. You're a fucking psychologist! Must know about this! An accident?! Are you serious? Imagine, what might happen the next time, when you "accidentally" snap again?! I'll fucking tell you what! You're just going to kill this guy! You'll put him in a fucking coffin with your own hands!"
Hyong gripped Park's hand tighter and tighter, saying each sentence harder and louder, hissing in junior's ear. Jungsuk kicked and struggled, but there was nothing he could do against Hyong. His strength seemed to have left him. Tears of shame and resignation filled his eyes. Hyong was right. He could have killed Jonghyong! It was a miracle, that Hyong was able to pull him out of the state, that Jungsuk found maknae in.
"I'm sorry…" Jungsuk went limp in Blake's arms, and senior had to catch him under his armpits, to keep him from falling like a sack to the floor… "I didn't want to. My fault. I really didn't want to. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Jungsuk slumped to the floor, running his hands through his hair and rocking back and forth in a way, that reminded him of Jonghyong a few hours ago. He didn't know if he was apologizing – to Blake or junior. But the words were coming out of his mouth in a mad rush, as were the tears, that Park just couldn't hold back, even though senior was still there, watching the weakness of Park's fall.
Blake sat down across from the younger guy, leaning against the cabinet, lighting another cigarette, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as his anger subsided. Jesse went off on a tantrum. From what, Blake had seen, this guy wasn't a sucker for that kind of emotion, so now, given the situation and what was happening to him, junior just couldn't stand the brain attack. All that remained was to wait for, when the emotions to come out, giving way to a calmed mind.
Blake closed his eyes, inhaling, puffing smoke through his nostrils. It seemed logical to ask, what the hell is he doing here anyway? What the hell was he doing wasting his precious time on two completely unfamiliar juniors? Why was he even here? Why was he so angry, when he saw John sitting on the floor, his mad eyes, tears frozen in the corners, and heard a confused account of, what had happened? The answer was simple – he just couldn't stay away. Despite his coldness and aloofness, despite what he liked to do, despite his preferences, Blake was deep down attentive and quite vulnerable and felt responsible. He couldn't bear to look at his donsen in this state, couldn't leave everything to chance, couldn't leave him to the mercy of other's inexperienced hands. And when he saw Jesse, Blake knew, that this guy was ready to do anything, that to be, what needs to be for John. And today's situation proved it. Even from the most sophisticated and ugly side. Jesse had a lot to learn and understand, and Blake wasn't going to entertain false hopes, that junior could handle it on his own. No one is coping. Support and patronage is the most important thing, that a senior can give to his junior.
The kitchen was silent for a while, except for the sound of others' breath and the smoke of a cigarette.
"Do you know, what to do next?" Blake asked, as he got up from the floor, to leave. He had done all, that he could for the day.
"I'm a medic, Hyong. Even though it's not my specialty, I took a general course of medical training and know, what to do in such cases," said Jungsuk. His condition gradually returned to normal, the hysteria subsided, but his voice was still muffled. He looked up at Hyong, when he didn't respond to his words, and noticed, that the now-chocolate-colored eyes were still staring at him.
"That's not, what you meant, right?" Jungsuk guessed.
"You have my phone number," Blake said, turning his back on Jungsuk, as he headed for the door, then stopped. "If this happens again, I swear, I'll do things to you that, what you've never dreamed of. And believe me, I won't need your consent in this case."
Park just nodded, though his insides cringed with fear at the thought of, what Hyong might actually do to him.
"Hyong," Jungsuk called out to Blake, as he left the apartment and went down the stairs. "I agree," Park didn't feel the same revulsion, that he felt at the club when Hyong offered to help him. He wondered, how senior could look him in the eyes, after what Jungsuk had done. He should have begged for the help, that he had offered earlier. But this was not necessary. Blake only nodded lightly in response and continued down the stairs, without another word.
Jungsuk went into the room, where Jonghyong was still sleeping in the same position on his side. His brow furrowed and his jaw tightened. The medicine worked, but the pain was so intense, that junior could still feel it, whenever he made a bad move. Jungsuk wanted to lie down next to Jonghyong, but changed his mind at the last minute and sat down on a large armchair next to him, having previously spread it out. He wasn't going to leave Jonghyong alone. Wanted to wake up next to him, help him up, and take a bath, which will now be a mandatory procedure for the next few days, along with medical procedures. Wanted to be there all the time, while Jonghyong was recovering. But Jungsuk wasn't going to frighten junior. So Park decided… to leave him on the bed alone, so as not to embarrass him with his presence and unnecessary touches, after what happened. He's right next to him anyway, isn't he? It doesn't really matter how.
***
It had been more than a month since the fateful day when senior had snapped and vented his rage on Jonghyong. And all this time he didn't touch Kim, except for medical procedures for the first two weeks after the incident, and later limited himself to light touches or stroking on the head. He and maknae seemed to have switched places now: Park shied away from the proximity of his junior, afraid, that his careless touch would cause Jonghyong pain or disgust, and Kim, on the contrary, tried to get as close to Hyong, as his embarrassment allowed, which was still present and did not go away, even though it had been a year since he and Jungsuk became a couple. Junior was very upset by the prospect of being at a relative distance from his boyfriend. Even with his arm around Jonghyong's waist and his hand on his arm, Jungsuk tried not to touch his body completely, pulling away, keeping his distance. And Jonghyong didn't know, how to change that. He tried to talk to Hyong, but he just waved it off, saying, that he was tired, busy at uni, or just smiled, smacked his nose, and left the conversation in limbo. Kim saw, how difficult this game was for Park himself, felt the guilt of others, that weighed him down like a dead weight, saw the shame in the beautiful eyes, as he approached senior and caught a small shred of desire to give in. Jonghyong was so tired of this, that he was ready to howl like a wolf, hit everything, that came to hand, shout so, that the glass broke, to prove, that this behavior of senior is not necessary. He forgave him, even then he saw the bowed head in front of him, heard the soft sobs next to him, felt the wet tears on the skin of his hands. In truth, Jonghyong couldn't even say for sure, that he was angry with his senior. He didn't expect such a turn, didn't expect such a reaction from Hyong, didn't think, that he was capable of such a thing. But Park's behavior afterward said it all. And the consequences of distance and lack of tactile contact proved others' guilt and remorse better, than any apologies and words. For Jonghyong this was more important, than anything else. And he had no idea, how to influence, what was happening between them right now. Because, despite the occasional fear, he needed others' touch so badly. After all, Hyong's hands were the strongest, but at the same time the most gentle and healing of his wounded and crippled soul.
Right now Jonghyong was sitting on the arm of the armchair next to Jungsuk, fidgeting uneasily, in Muyong-Hyong's house. Today is the second birthday of Jungsuk-Hyong, which Jonghyong now officially attended. It was the same atmosphere, as the first party, that Jeon Muyong threw after a week at uni. But at the moment, neither the loud music, the acrid smoke, the smell of alcohol, that swirled like a clear liquid in the bottom of the glass, nor even Muyong and Chaebom, who were dancing madly somewhere nearby, jumping on each other and sometimes passionately kissing, completely oblivious to others, bothered Jonghyong. He kept fidgeting with his butt against the headrest of the armchair, hoping, that the man, sitting next to him, wouldn't notice his strange behavior. Jonghyong bit his lip at another jolt from somewhere below. He had a plan. A clear plan for congratulating Jungsuk for today, even though they were far from being in a private atmosphere. Kim had been planning this for a week, burning with shame, as he searched the Internet for necessary items and imagined, how Jungsuk would react to his outburst. But Jonghyong was tired of waiting for when senior to overcome his guilt, so he decided to take the initiative for once. Moreover, it was a great occasion in the face of his boyfriend's birthday.
Jonghyong was startled, still in his own fantasies and thoughts, when a hand touched his forearm. Another push below the waist made him bite his lip almost to the point of bleeding, and in his pants tingled uncomfortably because of underwear, that he had put on, before coming here and, to be honest, had already regretted it a hundred times. But he didn't want to back down. He had to do, what he had planned and show Hyong, that he was finally ready to trust him as much, as he deserved.
"Jonghyong-e, are you all right? You're nervous. Do you want me to take you home?"
Jonghyong shook his head, feeling, how his heart do a wild somersault, as he met Hyong's deep emerald eyes.
Jungsuk always looked amazing. But today especially. When Jonghyong got into his car, to go to Muyong-Hyong's house, he almost choked on his saliva, when he saw senior. Jungsuk's hair, dyed to ash blonde, stacked in a chaotic mess, strand to strand, emphasizing the perfect features of his face; his eyes, glowing emerald light lenses, were thickly painted with eyeliner and a coat of black mascara; lips were buried in a transparent gloss, that made them even more plump and so tasty; ring in the ears beautifully shimmered in the light of a small light bulb in the cabin. Hyong was wearing a T-shirt, which was several sizes too big for him, so it didn't hide anything: no hard muscles in his arms, no flames of tattoos, that licked at Hyong's skin. The tight leather pants hugged his inflated legs so tightly, that Kim was afraid to imagine, what Park's ass would look like in them. The rings encircled several fingers of elegant hands, and as soon as Jungsuk adjusted his hair in the familiar gesture, that combed it back a little, Jonghyong held his breath.
Jungsuk smiled at the way, how maknae was staring at him. He wanted to press his lips to the lips of such a junior, to touch his body, to hold him so tightly, that his cheekbones ached. But after what Park did to him, he couldn't afford it. Even though he could see, how Jonghyong reached out to him. Blake-Hyong at one of the meetings considered the behavior of the Park unreasonable.
"You can only make it worse, by pushing him away."
"I'm not pushing him away! I just can't afford to get close to him… like this. After what happened."
"As far as he's concerned, that's what it looks like, Jesse. John is reaching out to you like he's never reached out to anyone before. If you keep this up, you'll risk putting him in the same state, that you found him in last time. Is that what you want?" Hyong's voice remained calm, but his eyes glittered dangerously.
"No! Of course, not! But I don't know, how to approach him…"
"Just follow him. Encourage him. If he wants it, don't push him away. Otherwise, the effect may be exactly the opposite. And remember, what I said to you."
Jungsuk nodded, still following Hyong's training gestures.
"Concentrate, please. Keep hitting higher. Like that you will beat off all his kidneys!"
Jungsuk flinched, trying to follow Hyong's directions, as he used the soft lash on the manikin. He remembered, how angry the man had been. He remembered, what he had said before left, remembered, how his words covered his body by cold. Remember everything. And he knew that Blake-Hyong would skin him in the truest sense of the word if something like this happened to Jonghyong again. Jungsuk didn't want that. And not just because of Hyong's intimidating aura and authority. He didn't want to be the monster, which he had become, again. Didn't want to hurt Jonghyong again. So he pulled away every time, when he wanted to touch maknae's body, still delaying the moment.
Jungsuk smiled at the way, how maknae was staring at him. He tilted his head slightly to one side, running his tongue over his lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look that bad today?" Park looked himself up and down, though he knew, without words, how much Jonghyong liked the view before him.
"Hyong," Kim cleared his throat because for a moment he seemed to be speechless, "you… fucking blonde."
"Exactly. Don't you like it?" Jungsuk ran a hand through his hair again, pouting, like an offended child.
"No! You… are very beautiful," Jonghyong immediately hid his eyes, feeling the blush on his cheeks. He wasn't embarrassed about his boyfriend after a year of dating, no, not at all. Just the air in the car was suddenly too hot.
Jungsuk chuckled and started the engine, biting his lip, as he stole a glance at junior.
Jungsuk had felt the tension, radiating from Jonghyong, for several hours, from the very beginning of their arrival here until now. Maknae was acting strangely: constantly fidgeting, biting his lips either from pain or impatience, wringing his fingers and eyebrows. Jungsuk couldn't understand the reason for this behavior. But as soon as he asked Jonghyong about it, his cheeks turned almost red, which amused Park a little, but junior clearly replied, that he was fine.
"Dance with me," Jonghyong said, as the music changed from energetic to slow. Jungsuk looked into the brown eyes opposite, raising a perfect eyebrow in surprise, and saw unprecedented confidence. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, Jonghyong looked like something, which Park hadn't seen very often. Junior's gaze was so pleading, but at the same time invocatory and deep, that Jungsuk could not refuse, and he got up from the armchair and gave his partner a hand, pulling him into the crowd of dancers. Jonghyong put his hands on Hyong's shoulders, his brown eyes glittering in the dim light of the room, and began to move in time with the music, slowly rotating his hips, getting so close to Jungsuk, that senior held his breath, feeling the other's warmth. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around junior's waist, allowing him to behave in a way, that he had never done before. But the thirst for other's eyes drew him deeper and deeper, and Park forgot about everything in the world – only Jonghyong remained. Junior was breathing heavily into his face, his pink lips parted, his eyes slightly closed. Jungsuk could have put it down to a sick imagination, alcohol, which made his head feel a little woozy, or a nicotine haze, but Jonghyong seemed to be provoking him. Frankly provoked, why somewhere inside woke up a nasty vulgar feeling, shrouding consciousness, whispering to take, assign, brand. It was the same feeling, that he'd felt, when he'd been angry at Jonghyong, when he'd raped him, letting his own, as it turned out, dirty guts out. Jungsuk was afraid of his desire and tried to pull away from it a little, but he remembered Blake-Hyong's words. Senior took a couple of deep breaths and stayed in the same position, as he was, allowing Jonghyong to do, what he wanted.
Junior somehow ended up with his back to Park, took his hands, and wrapped them around his waist, covering them with his own, continuing to move, each time pressing harder and closer into Hyong's body, invitingly rubbing his ass against other's groin. The color of shame rose in his cheeks at this obscene, uncharacteristic behavior, but Kim mentally ordered himself not to back down, to continue to follow the plan. He could feel, how the grip of the other's hands getting tighter, senior's breath getting heavier and faster, searing the back of his head and the back of his neck, his heart beating in unison with the other, and Jungsuk's arousal growing and frankly already pressing against Jonghyong's buttocks through his leather pants.
"I know, what you're doing, you little scoundrel," Jungsuk whispered in Kim's ear, and junior's knees literally buckled at the husky, authoritative voice. All his confidence was ready to sink into oblivion, and he himself broke into a long moan and let Hyong do whatever, he wanted to do, to him. He'd been preparing for so long, damn it, that he couldn't take it anymore. But it was still too early. Otherwise, everything, that Jonghyong has prepared for his Hyong for today, will go to hell.
Jonghyong pushed his backside invitingly into Park's groin and could have sworn, that he heard other's moan next to his ear. Hyong's teeth unconsciously clung to junior's earlobe, sucking and biting, and his body spasmed with pleasure, even though senior hadn't done anything yet. But the closeness, that had been taken away for so long, now felt a thousand times stronger and more powerful, than usual. The thrusts of other's thighs became more distinct, other's erection more palpable, and the foreign object inside each time touched a sensitive spot, which now sent a storm of exploding fireworks, burning and sending sparks through all the now sensitive receptors. Jonghyong was ready to cum right in his now uncomfortable underpants, choking on the proximity of senior. He whirled around to face Hyong and was stunned by, how vulgar Park looked. His eyes are clouded with a haze of growing excitement, lips are glistening with a mixture of glitter and saliva, nostrils are flared with rapid breathing, cheeks are flushed, and the edge of his hair is wet with perspiration. Jungsuk pulled maknae's body closer to him, almost bending Kim in the back so, that junior's groin, which had been calling for attention for a long time, touched the equally aroused flesh of the other. Jonghyong bit his lip but didn't look away from the malachite eyes.
"What are you doing, Jonghyong? Do you understand, what you're doing now? Are you sure, that this is what you want?" Jungsuk couldn't help and whisper in his authoritative voice right in maknae's ear, feeling, how the other's body tremble in his arms, which made him even more aroused, and ran his tongue along the line of junior's jaw, collecting sweat, mixed with the natural smell of Jonghyong. Park was literally driven whenever he got so close to junior, that he could smell the scent of his body. Jonghyong didn't like pungent smells, was very sensitive to them, could spend several hours in the bathroom, only used a certain perfume, and all this drove him crazy. He was ready to absorb the smell of his boyfriend completely, plunge into it, soak it up, inhale it day and night long. He seems to have developed a certain fetish for the smell of maknae's body. Although Kim Jonghyong was completely a fetish for Jungsuk. It awakened such dirty thoughts and desires in him, that Park hadn't noticed before, but at the same time, it made the feelings of care and protection burst out whenever Jonghyong asked Park for help. Jungsuk was ready to fall on his knees in front of him and do, whatever Jonghyong said.
"Yes… I'm sure, Hyong. I'm sure…"
Junior's whisper of the agreement broke down the last barriers in Jungsuk's mind, that he had been building so desperately and carefully for the past month. Without hesitation, Jungsuk took Jonghyong by the hand and led him towards the rooms, shielding him from the scurrying couples, feeling the impatience, that washed over him like a raging wave, and the crazy boner, that was probably clearly visible through the fabric of his leather trousers.
After entering Muyong's room, after making sure, that it was empty, Jungsuk closed the door, pinning Jonghyong against it, hovering over him, despite the height difference, leaning one arm on the door and the other around Jonghyong's waist. Junior shuddered and closed his eyes, biting the bottom one, as Park touched his body. Senior's breath washed over his already flushed cheeks, and the touch, so light and unobtrusive, felt like fire, burning inside. Park had trapped him, like a predator, that had been stalking its prey for a very long time, waiting, playing, and now decided to catch up with him finish started. The thought made Jonghyong's knees buckle, the alien object pressed against his prostate, causing bursts of growing arousal, his cock felt tight in his tight trousers, and his whole body was shaking.
"Do you know, what you're doing to me?" Jungsuk whispered, moving impermissibly close to maknae's face, his ragged breath brushing the lobe of other's ear, then running his nose down his cheekbone to the curve of his neck, loudly inhaling the smell of junior's body, which made Jonghyong swallow hard and stifle a groan. "Do you know, how hard it was for me, to restrain myself, watching, how you fidget and squirm in front of me? You didn't do it by accident, you naughty boy. You played with me. And you got your way. We are alone here. This is what you wanted, hah, Jonghyong-a? What are you really up to?" the words flowed like a mad flood. Jungsuk didn't even have time to think about, what he wanted to say, but he knew exactly, what he meant. Maknae was definitely up to something, but Park couldn't figure it out.
Jonghyong gasped at the proximity of other's body, at the imperious whisper, that penetrated his ears, at the slight pressure around his waist, at the fleeting contact with other's skin. Hyong's words knocked the ground out from under his feet, making him blush and feel embarrassed, just like the first time. But it's always been like this. With Jungsuk every next time is like the first time. Jonghyong would have given up everything in the world, to stand there with Hyong, looming over him, for the rest of his life. He didn't want anything else. Just this. But, unfortunately, not today. He had been preparing for this day for a very long time, both mentally and physically. And he couldn't let his plan fail.
Jonghyong hesitantly put his hands on Hyong's waist, pulling him away from a little, looking into the most beautiful and dangerous eyes in the world, seeing himself in them even in the dimness of the room. Hyong wanted him. But he also saw something, that he had never seen in any of his partners before admiration. Jungsuk still admired him, despite all the shit, that had happened between them. Somewhere deep in his heart, he felt a sweet ache. Jonghyong felt strange. He couldn't explain, what this aching feeling was, but he knew, that he definitely liked it.
Without a word, Kim took Jungsuk's hand and led him to the bed, sitting him down, while he moved a little to the side so, that senior could watch him. Jungsuk's eyes looked at Jonghyong with undisguised pleasure and great curiosity, trying to understand junior's motives, but his brain refused to think. Just had to keep looking.
Jonghyong bit his lip and took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the burning shame, that wouldn't let go. What the hell is he doing? Jungsuk would just laugh at him. What Jonghyong is up to is stupid and absurd. What was he thinking?
"Jonghyong-e," Jungsuk leaned his hands on the bed's surface, studying junior, catching his mood. "It's all right. You don't have to do this. Believe me. I…"
"No!" Jonghyong opened his eyes abruptly and stared at the emerald lights, that now glowed so brightly in the dimness, that they could provide light to the entire area. "I want to!"
Jonghyong began to pull off his T-shirt with deliberate slowness, overcoming his embarrassment, revealing a light, toned body, covered with tattoos over the entire area of his arms. A few abs played on his toned stomach, as the younger man pulled the stuff all the way down and tossed it aside, which made Park vulgar lick his plump lips. His predatory gaze swept over junior from the top: disheveled hair, black eyebrows, one of which was decorated with a curved titanium rod of neon hue with pointed fasteners, once brown eyes, covered with a dark haze to match the evening make-up, cheeks flushed, pink lips, the lower right corner of which was crowned today with a titanium spiral, protruding adam's apple, collarbones, fair skin, black lines of tattoos, a beautiful figure, abdominal muscles. All this made his cock twitch invitingly in his tight pants, and Park resisted the urge to touch himself with his hand even now, even though junior had only taken off one item of clothing.
Jonghyong saw the lust and desire in senior's eyes, and it sent a wave of pleasant, warm languor through his entire body, taking it as mute praise. Senior's admiration gave him confidence. Hyong thought he was beautiful, desirable, and unique. Kim touched his fingers to the button on his trousers and heard a stifled exhalation. When he unzipped it and zipped lightning open, he closed his eyes, bit his lip until it almost bled, and with one sharp tug, pulled off part of his clothing to his ankles, straightening up immediately, waiting for a reaction.
"Fuck…" Jungsuk's eyes widened so much, that it was ready to fall out and roll under the bed, his breathing quickened so much, that he didn't have time to inhale the life-saving oxygen, his hands clutched the blanket, his heartbeat at a furious speed, his mouth filled with saliva, and the trunk was ready to burst out, breaking through the dense fabric of black skin. Jungsuk wasn't given to swearing like that, but he just couldn't stand it here, "Fuck…"
That was the only thing, that came to mind right now.
"Hyong…" Jonghyong remained rooted to the spot, not even daring to breathe. Jungsuk didn't laugh at him, as he'd initially assumed, but there was no reaction, other than another expletive. And junior covered his groin convulsively, not daring to open his eyes and see his boyfriend firsthand.
"Say something, or I'll burn with shame," Jonghyong pleaded under his breath.
Still dazed, Jungsuk got up from the bed and approached junior, walking around him, looking at the lacy black panties-shorts with red borders, that decorated junior's rounded buttocks and large cock. He couldn't believe his eyes. Jonghyong remembered what, that Jungsuk had once said to him, as he carefully pulled off his snow-white boxers, "I'd like to see you in something more revealing, Jonghyong-e."
Jungsuk said it just like that, in a rush of excitement, and never would have thought, that maknae would dare to do such a thing. Park walked around Jonghyong at least twice, not daring to look away from the beautiful sight. He had never been a fan of this kind of fetish on lingerie. Whenever he imagined something like this on a man, he wanted to choke on laughter. Yes, his orientation goes beyond the average man, but not to the extent, that he dresses up like a dirty prostitute, dressing himself or his partner in this kind of clothing. But it looked perfect on Jonghyong. The lace perfectly emphasized the ass, exposing all its advantages on display, and cock did not fit in the narrowness of the panties, which made the red head slightly bulge out, rubbing against the bright border. Seeing such a sight, Park felt like a bull, with a red rag waved in front of his eyes. He wanted to tear this unfortunate piece of cloth to hell and fuck Jonghyong right there, standing up, or even better, push aside the lace and rush into maknae's body, without even removing the fabric from his delicious thighs. Jungsuk wanted to shove these panties right down Jonghyong's throat and listen to the choked moans, while he pounded into junior's ass, and then cum on the black material, clamped between his teeth. Jungsuk wanted to keep this piece of clothing as a keepsake so, that he could bury his nose in it, inhaling his boyfriend's natural masculine scent every time, when he wasn't around. There were so many wishes and so little time. Jonghyong waited for him to respond, and Jungsuk cleared his throat before answering, not sure if he was even able to speak right now, "You're just beautiful, Jonghyong-e…"
Jonghyong breathed in and out through clenched teeth, reddening from his cheeks to his chest.
"You made your Hyong so happy. You're such a good boy. I like. Very much…" Jungsuk came close to Jonghyong, putting hands on his thighs, removing others' palms, and stroking the edges of the lace, brisk fingers and brushing the head of others' cock. Jonghyong let out a groan and threw his head back, and Park immediately took advantage of it, pressing his hot lips to the light skin on the exposed neck.
"Is that why you were so nervous all evening, about this?" Jungsuk ran his lips down maknae's neck, running his fingers through the lace, trying not to tear it to hell. "Baby, you're amazing. How hard it must have been for you, to wear this piece of clothing for so long…" Jungsuk continued to caress maknae's skin, then running his fingers under the edge of his panties, stroking, then running along with the fabric from above, causing other's ragged moans. He crazy liked the way, how Kim looked, but he also couldn't imagine, what it was like, to wear tight, uncomfortable, lacy underwear for most of the evening, just to please him. Once again Jungsuk admired Jonghyong's self-control. Later he would have to take care of the tender skin of junior's groin area, because Park was sure, that it would be irritated and reddened.
"You…" Jonghyong lowered his head and risked opening his still-closed eyes and was taken aback, when he saw the predatory gaze of the greenery opposite, "really like this, Hyong? I thought I was going to go crazy with suspense when planning this… I thought you'd laugh at me."
"In case you haven't noticed, I was speechless for a while because you look blatantly vulgar and sexy in this. I don't know whether, to punish you or praise you."
Jonghyong moaned, biting his lip, as Hyong's hand lightly squeezed his erect cock through the lace fabric. Jungsuk brought his hands back, pretending to stroke his buttocks, and slapped one of the hard, causing Kim to jerk and moan again. Hyong still didn't know everything, that junior had done today. From the blow, the searing pleasure rushed straight to the groin, which made cock grow even more, although it seemed, that there was nowhere else to go. The lace was uncomfortably squeezing the blood-filled flesh, the buttock burned from the blow, and everything inside crumbled into small pieces from the pressure on the prostate. Jonghyong was ready to cum right now.
But Jungsuk suddenly spun him around with strong arms and almost threw him on the bed, pulling off his trousers, which were still dangling at the ankles, and undressing at breakneck speed, hovering over the other's body. Jonghyong breathed heavily, imagining, what Hyong's reaction would be to the next development.
"Do you need a shower? I can wait. Or help you," Jungsuk rubbed the aroused flesh of maknae through his panties, feeling, how the head of his cock completely peeked out from under the edge of the fabric, smearing the inside of his palm with lube. He knew, that Jonghyong must be hurting from the sharp friction, but he couldn't help it. His own cock had long been standing like a stake, and his boy under it flowed, like the last whore, which forced Park to continue his manipulations. But no one canceled the preliminary preparation. Jonghyong needed to visit the bathroom. And Jungsuk wouldn't mind helping him with that. Although junior was always embarrassed by Hyong's presence during such actions of preparation for sex, while senior, holding back a smile, said in a mock stern voice, that it was normal, that it was necessary, and he did not mind at all.
But Jonghyong shook his head.
"Are you sure? Jonghyong, I can…"
"Hyong, just … shut up! I… prepared in advance…" the younger man said uncertainly, through clenched teeth.
Jungsuk raised a perfect eyebrow, tracing the outline of Jonghyong's lips with his finger, drawing out another moan, and looked the guy up and down.
"Really?"
"Just shut up finally!"
A harmless chuckle escaped senior's lips, and he pressed his lips to Jonghyong's, painfully squeezing the other's cock through the cloth. The moan was lost in a dirty, wet, vulgar kiss. Jonghyong wanted to get it over with faster, while the cock was just incredibly hard, pressed against the soft skin, causing pain, the heat of Hyong's body was driving him crazy, but even that wasn't what upset him the most. Jonghyong wanted Hyong inside himself as quickly, as possible, bursting him, expanding him, filling him, making him pliable and as submissive, as Jonghyong could be. He's a good boy. He'll make Hyong feel good. Already do. But this was only the first and small step for today.
Jungsuk went down to junior's pelvic bones, first caressing every bit of skin along the way, especially paying attention to the sensitive nipples, nibbling, playing with them, pressing down with his tongue. Jungsuk lifted himself up a little, taking in maknae's body with a desirable look, and ran his tongue wide along the length of cock from the base right up to the entire head, peeking outright over the black lace, causing a loud, unrestrained moan from junior. Park began to lick the purple head of the trunk, trying to find the eggs with his fingers, saliva dripping directly onto the cloth, mixed with lube, soiling, wetting. Jonghyong tossed around the bed, lifting his hips to meet Hyong's fucking lips and tongue, making buttocks clench and push, what was inside, deeper. Sweat streamed down the skin, running down temples.
"Hyong, please, I can't do this anymore…"
Jungsuk smiled, as he continued to tear at the tender, sensitive flesh, never taking his eyes off the younger man. He gripped the edges of the panties with his fingers and gradually pulled them down to the ankles, then took them off completely and carefully put them aside.
"I'll need it later," senior cooed languidly, making the white circles in front of Jonghyong's eyes swim.
As soon as Jungsuk bent junior's legs at the knees, revealing a view of the most expensive and desirable sight, a new attack of suffocation seized his throat.
"Fuck!"
"You're impermissibly foul-mouthed today, Hyong," junior tried to make a joke, but then bit his tongue when he met the glittering green of other's eyes.
"What are you doing, you little vulgar child? How could you think of such a thing?!" Jungsuk stared at the butt plug, the tip of which was sticking right out of junior's ass, and tried to control himself. Jonghyong did his best, to prepare for the evening ahead of time.
Park came deceptively close to the younger man's face, and junior thought, that senior wanted to kiss him. But Jungsuk smiled mischievously, pulled back, and with a single jerk turned maknae over on his stomach, revealing a snow-white back, dotted with scars, and rounded firm buttocks. Jonghyong gasped in surprise, but lay still, waiting, what his Hyong will do.
"You're so depraved, Jonghyong-a," Jungsuk whispered in his ear, why his skin was covered with goosebumps. Park ran his tongue over his shoulders, shoulder blades, and spine, tracing every line of the scar on the other's back. He reveled in the smell of junior, turned on by other's submission, amazed at other's trust. Jonghyong opened up to him again from behind, even though it had ended badly for him the last time.
"A very depraved child," Jungsuk stroked the other's buttocks, which made junior twitch invitingly, but Park suddenly slapped him lightly on one of them, telling him to lie still.
"It's grossly indecent to behave like this," Jungsuk cooed unctuously, stroking the spot, where he'd been hit, while Jonghyong tried to maintain his position, albeit with difficulty. "Don't you think, that you should be punished?" the next blow landed on the other buttock, immediately turning it a soft pink. Jonghyong jerked his head, letting out a languid moan.
"Or, maybe, I should encourage you, since you've been preparing so carefully to please your Hyong, huh?" the strokes were followed by a stronger, with the delay, and maknae was shaken so, that Jungsuk had to press his palm against the small of his back.
"So, what do you want, Jonghyong-e? Punishments…" another blow, stronger, than the previous one. The skin gradually turned red, the palm of his hand burned, and his cock twitched invitingly at the slightest reaction of junior, dripping with lubricant, but Park continued his languid interrogation. He knew, how much his junior's speech both confused and excited him. How eagerly he reacts to the praise from Hyong's mouth. How he spreads out in a shapeless puddle, when Jungsuk tells him, how well he managed.
"… or encouragement?" Jungsuk finished with another whipping and powerful blow right on the lower part of the buttock, which drove the anal plug even further, hitting the prostate so hard and sharp, that tears rolled out of Jonghyong's eye from hyperstimulation. He groaned and cum, feeling a wild explosion, mixed with white flashes in front of his eyes, right on the sheets from just a foreign object inside and precise blows from other's hand. A spasm of pleasure shot through the entire body, making close eyes hard, hands clenched into fists, and toes curl.
Jungsuk smiled triumphantly, as he watched, how maknae's body shake with orgasm. He carefully pulled the plug out of the other's anus, licking his lips, noticing, how the lubricant drained out of the muscle ring, and its edges immediately expanded and contracted, stroking the bruised ass, and turned maknae on his back. The sight of a flushed, sweaty, satisfied Jonghyong made his cock twitch once again, sticking to his lower belly, smearing it with pre-ejaculate, throbbing painfully.
Jonghyong opened his eyes and almost gasped, at the panting and excited man, sitting next to him. He licked his dry lips and sat up, touching his hand to Hyong's fair chest.
"Jonghyong, you…"
But Kim did not listen to senior, covering the monologue with a kiss, immediately using his tongue, stroking the inner walls, running along the edge of his teeth, intertwining with others. Jonghyong laid Hyong on his shoulder blades and went down to his groin, noting the beauty and aesthetics of other's organ for the umpteenth time. Jungsuk's cock was not as big, as his own, but it was quite impressive, with a reddened, completely exposed wet head, all dotted with swollen veins. Jonghyong licked his lips and pressed them to the trunk of Hyong, immediately swallowing almost completely, given the considerable experience and suitable size.
"Damn, damn, Jonghyong! Fuck…" Jungsuk buried his fingers in dark brown hair, feeling, how the roof was being torn off, guiding Jonghyong, pushing deeper, harder, feeling the back of other's throat, reveling in the moans, that vibrated along the entire length of the trunk, accompanied by muffled, slightly choking sounds from pressure. Jonghyong sucked like hell astounding. Park was one hundred percent sure, that no one, even the most experienced whore, could have done better. Junior swallowed up to the root, resting against the other's groin, sucked in his cheeks, lingering in this position, breathing through his nose, and then returning to the head, circling it with his tongue, not letting it go beyond his mouth.
"If you don't stop this right now, I'm going to cum right in your mouth," Jungsuk strangled gasped. His voice now seemed even rougher and hoarse, than usual, and Jonghyong rolled his eyes, feeling, how the heat cover his body again. Hyong was happy with him, Hyong liked what, that he does, Hyong was ready to cum just because of his mouth. And that made Jonghyong the happiest guy on the whole fucking planet. He was ready to throw the whole world at the feet of Jungsuk, suck his wonderful cock until the end of time, ride him all night long, just to listen to such praises, coming from fucking pink lips.
"Cum, Hyong. Show me, how well I managed," Kim croaked, releasing his cock from his mouth. His throat burned from the hard and deep thrusts, eyes rolling tears, probably lubricating the makeup, turning Jonghyong into the likeness of a real whore, who sucked off the first customer somewhere in the alley, breath lost a bit, sweat ran down his temples and neck. But junior didn't care. He saw the admiration and desire in others' eyes. That's all, that he needed.
"Damn you!" Jungsuk grabbed the hair on the back of Jonghyong's neck and roughly pulled him closer, and junior obediently let him in, allowing him to literally fuck his mouth the way, how Hyong wanted him to. Jungsuk felt, that he wouldn't last long from a throat blow job, and he pushed Jonghyong away from him, quickly kneeling in front of the guy.
"Open your mouth."
Jonghyong obediently opened his now red lips, and Park began to jerk off right in front of his face, while maknae obediently waited, devouring his Hyong with his eyes.
"Damn, damn, damn!" the sperm shot out so violently, that it got not only into others' ready to take mouth but also on the cheeks, eyes, chin, and even junior's chest. Jonghyong closed his eyes, to keep the semen out of his iris, happily accepting everything, Hyong gave him. He licked his lips, still breathing hard, and heard another curse with a strangled moan.
"Damn it, you're incredible," Jungsuk pulled him roughly by the neck, biting into his mouth with a frenzied kiss, collecting the taste of his own semen mixed with saliva. His legs were shaking, and Park could barely hold himself in place, and his voice was hoarse from the constant moaning, but he managed to whisper, "Don't open your eyes."
Jungsuk helped Jonghyong lie down and rummaged through the nightstand, finding wet wipes. Pulling out a few, he gently rubbed junior's face, removing the remnants of his seed.
"Sorry, but I warned you in advance. It's your own fault," Jungsuk smiled, when Jonghyong could see him. Junior nudged him on the shoulder but returned the smile.
"If I didn't want to do that, I wouldn't have done it."
"Aish, what a spoilt child," Jungsuk swore under his breath, though he still had a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Happy birthday, Hyong."
"This is, definitely, my best birthday ever," Jungsuk chuckled, picking up a pair of lacy panties, that he had carefully placed on the bed a while ago.
"Aigoo, Hyong!" Kim buried his face in his hands, which caused Jungsuk to laugh uncontrollably. One moment this child was sucking him off, like an experienced whore in an expensive brothel, and now he was embarrassed, as a child.
"Why do you need it?"
"I told you," Jungsuk leaned dangerously close to the younger guy, breathing directly into his lips, "I'll need it later."
"What…"
Jungsuk suddenly tugged on оther's arm and led maknae to the bathroom, which was exactly adjacent to the room so, that wouldn't have to go outside. Park once laughed at this arrangement, to which Muyong replied, that he would never give this room to anyone, because it is quite convenient, to have an adjacent bathroom. Now Jungsuk understood exactly, what his friend meant.
"Jungsuk-Hyong, what the fuck are you doing?!"
But Park didn't respond to maknae's screams, hitting him on the buttock, and Kim jumped in place.
"I'm not done with you yet," Jungsuk whispered dangerously, and Jonghyong's skin crawled, "but first, you need to take a shower. You stink of sex."
"Oh yeah, really?" Jonghyong snickered and got another slap, this time a heavier one.
After a while, in the steam-clogged shower stall, Jonghyong moaned like a madman from the rough and sharp thrusts, while Park continued to furiously drive into the body of maknae, previously stretched and prepared, relaxed and warmed up, holding under his stomach, bending junior in the back so, that he, even more, bulged his delicious ass. Jonghyong's hands slid on the wet tile, his legs parted in different directions, and his ass burned from the periodic slaps, that felt even sharper and stronger on his wet skin. The water was running down back, hair was plastered to forehead and nape, toes were clenched, and moans were drowned in the black lace fabric, that Jungsuk had ordered to hold between teeth.
"You're wonderful, Jonghyong-e. You're perfect. You are the best. Damn it, you're divine. Look, how well you accept me. How you're squeezing me inside," Jungsuk croaked with each new fucking push, making the tears roll down Jonghyong's cheeks and mix with the hot water. So many feelings and sensations gathered inside at the same time, that it was hard to breathe. Park's cock slid easily and freely, piercing almost through, feeling like was somewhere in the guts, so deep was Hyong pushing into him. Feeling the other's grip on his neck, Jonghyong, despite the awkward position and the prospect of collapsing directly on the tile floor, wrapped his arm around Hyong's, squeezing harder, blocking access to oxygen.
"Jonghyong-e… Jonghyong-e…" Park could hear others' choked sobs and moans, felt, how Kim's adam's apple twitching, the walls of his anus squeezing him from the inside, until the guy cum again, almost falling against the wall. Park came out of the pliant, slightly swollen, reddening anus, took off the condom, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and began to jerk off furiously, until a stream of sperm drenched the lower back and buttocks of junior, mixing white with red, gradually washing off with water.
"Jonghyong-e, you're so good. You managed so great," Park whispered in maknae's ear, as he tried to piece himself together after a frenzied orgasm. The panties were still clenched between his teeth, making his lips sting, and Jungsuk pulled them out, immediately kissing the red swollen mouth.
Twenty minutes after the water procedure, both men were lying on the bed, sprawled out on it in relaxed poses, barely able to keep their feet. Jonghyong turned to Hyong, studying his profile, and ran a finger along the line of his nose, touching his lips.
"Stop it," Hyong threatened without opening his eyes.
"Why not?"
"Do you want, that I fuck you again? I'm afraid, your ass can't stand it," Jungsuk groped one of the junior's buttocks, as he lay on his side, giving him access.
"My ass could handle more than that."
Suddenly Jungsuk's eyes snapped open. Jonghyong distracted him so much, that he forgot the main reason, for trying to keep his distance. Kim immediately caught his mood, shifting closer, taking his hand, showing, that his touch, his body, his hands didn't hurt.
"Hyong, that's not, what I meant."
"Forgive me," for the first time in all this time, Jungsuk uttered those words. "Forgive me. I just… This will never happen again!"
"I know."
"Jonghyong-e, I swear, I'll never do to you anything like that!"
"I know."
"You don't need a safe word, to stop me. You know that, right? Just say, and I won't do anything, you don't like!"
"I know," Jonghyong was right in front of Hyong's face, in eyes of whom now filled with fear. Fear, temporarily obscured by a veil of excitement and release. Jonghyong understood senior, like no one else. He still struggled with it himself. Kim touched the other's lips with his own, light and easy, feeling the salt. Jungsuk was crying. Cried, like a child, who finally decided to apologize to his parents.
"Hyong, it's okay, really. I know, that you didn't want this, and I know, that you would never hurt me in a way, that I couldn't handle. I trust you, Hyong. Trust me too," Jungsuk had said the same thing to him a year ago.
Park returned maknae's kiss, feeling a certain lightness in his chest. He put his arm around Jonghyong, while he rested his head on senior's chest, and began to run his free hand through his slightly damp hair.
The music was still playing outside the door, but right now he didn't care. Everything, that mattered to him, the most important thing, now lay calmly on his chest, peacefully inhaling and exhaling, almost sinking into sleep.
"Jonghyong-e?"
"Hm?" Kim asked, already sleepy.
"With the anniversary."
Jonghyong smiled and snuggled closer to his boyfriend's warm body, falling asleep peacefully. This was how he wanted to congratulate Hyong. After all, today had a special meaning for them. Even two, to be exact.