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Wooyoung was beyond excited. He had been going through practically every outfit in his closet trying to find the most perfect attire for his evening with San. It had been two weeks since they had officially become boyfriends, but it was their first time tonight going to The Pet Palace as such. They hadn’t gone since before their big fight back in July and he had missed playing their roles. Sure, they had fooled around here and there and it had been amazing, but none of it compared to the tension that came from their Master/Pet sessions. It was a completely different game altogether, and it had been too long since they had played it.
Wooyoung eventually settled on his black, sleeveless button-up along with some tight-fitting dark blue jeans. As he did the buttons on his shirt, he recalled the first time he had worn it to the club, in which San had cuffed him to the bed and edged him three times. He shuddered at the memory, blood pulsing hotly beneath his skin. Part of him hated the thought of being tortured like that again, yet he also yearned for it.
San hadn’t been as rough or dominating ever since before their fight. Of course, the sex had still been incredible, but Wooyoung missed his Dom. He missed pushing back against the brat tamer until he snapped, lashing out at the younger until he was a mess. He never hurt Wooyoung, of course; he never would. San was very creative, his punishments being pleasurable and fitting. If Wooyoung had too much attitude and snapped at him or others, San put him in a muzzle. If he was ungrateful for the small comforts his Master gave him, he was to sit at San’s feet. If Woo made his attempts at riling him up too obvious, San would ignore him. It was a fine balance the two had and Wooyoung missed it.
So of course Woo had a plan tonight. He hadn’t caught San’s eye as a Brat for nothing, and tonight he would remind his boyfriend of that fact.
He had picked his outfit carefully, wanting to remain somewhat classy while also sultry. The top would definitely instill some great memories with San, but it also hugged Woo’s figure nicely. He had struggled into his pair of jeans, knowing the tightness would show off his ass and thighs rather well. He had opted for darker makeup to bring out his eyes and give him an alluring stare followed by some nice red gloss for his lips. All in all, it was a look he’d definitely knew would turn some heads, whether at the Palace or in an actual club. And that was perfect.
He glanced down at the time on his phone. If he left now, he’d be right on time to the Palace. Which went against what he wanted. So, instead, Wooyoung puttered around his apartment, tidying up here or there before settling on his couch to watch some videos. As he did, he got a drop-down message from San, letting the younger know that he was on his way out. The club was closer to San than Wooyoung, so with the older just now leaving Woo figured it was a good time to go. It helped that San’s father had given him his old car, making travel between the two’s homes much more convenient.
Wooyoung grabbed a light jacket, shoving his wallet and phone into the pockets; it was getting cooler now at night. He locked up his apartment behind him, casually strolling down the open corridor. He admired the city lights in the darkness, the sun having already set. He shivered slightly, though whether it was from the coldness or anticipation of their session, Wooyoung wasn’t sure.
Part of him hoped that San would become so provoked that he’d buy a backroom to punish Woo at the club itself. Of course, it would also be nice to go back to San’s place, where they didn’t have to worry about paying for extra time in a room that countless others had probably fucked in. (But that kind of wrongness also piqued Wooyoung’s interest.)
As he rode the bus, Woo asked San if any of their usual gang would be there. It would definitely be nice to see Seonghwa, Felix, or even Bang Chan, but Wooyoung also didn’t want them to be exposed to his misbehavior tonight. He thought too well of them now and had a tendency to be shy with his brattiness if they were around. Seonghwa seemed rather used to it, being able to differentiate Wooyoung’s role from his true personality quite well. Chan always seemed bashful and didn’t understand the appeal of Brats, while Felix cutely scolded Wooyoung for teasing or misbehaving. He could usually play off any of them easily at this point, but it had also been over a month since he and San had last been at the club. Wooyoung would need to mentally prepare for tonight.
San replied to the younger a few moments later, explaining that Seonghwa was already there, but the other two would not be. Which was fine by Wooyoung. The hyung was the most veteran member of the club out of their gang, so he wasn’t bothered by much anymore. It was refreshing and relaxing to know that he wouldn’t judge Wooyoung for (almost) anything he did and could even play off the role.
As his stop came up, Wooyoung pulled the cord, feeling his pulse thrum beneath his skin. The club was on a backstreet close by and while he was eager to get there, San had only recently sent a text stating he had arrived and was inside. Wooyoung wanted to take his time getting there in order to be mildly late and annoy San. It had become a habit to not be punctual, but it also got underneath the older’s skin enough to set the tone for their session.
After meandering down the street, taking the time to glance at the stars in the sky and the hours of operation on nearby shops, Wooyoung turned down the backstreet. He could see the bright pink neon sign beside the set of stairs illuminating the dark, the outline of a tall figure visible. He smiled, recognizing it as Mingi the closer he got. The brunette was idly looking down at his phone, but when he heard footsteps he glanced up and smiled.
“Hey!” he called as Wooyoung descended the short staircase. “Long time no see, Wooyoung!”
“Hi, Mingi-yah!” Wooyoung grinned wide. “It has been a while”
“San came in a bit ago already,” he stated as he opened the door. “Does that mean everything if okay between you two?”
Wooyoung blinked. “How did you know?”
“Yunho saw your fight,” Mingi said as though it was obvious. “We all know something went down.”
Woo flushed as he stepped past the taller man. “O-oh. Um, yeah. We’re good now.”
“That’s good!” Mingi beamed before waving. “Have fun!”
Woo gave a small smile as the door was shut. As he turned around, he saw Hongjoong at the podium, scribbling in his ledger. He glanced up and smiled at Woo as the younger removed his coat.
“Well hey there, stranger,” he teased. “When I saw San come in, I wondered if you’d show up. Should’ve figured you’d be late.”
“At least you remember,” Wooyoung replied with a smirk, handing over his debit card. “I like making an entrance, after all.”
“And it has nothing to do with being obnoxious or unprepared, I’m sure,” Hongjoong huffed as he wrote the card number down. He handed it back, arching a brow. “So, you and San-“
“Does everyone know?” Wooyoung pouted.
“It gets boring at the bar. My workers gossip,” Hongjoong chuckled. “Glad to see you two back, regardless.” He paused before his face turned serious. “By the way, if you need to use the bathroom, you have to check out a key from the bar.”
“Finally put a lock on it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he muttered, bitterly. “Just go.”
Wooyoung snickered as he sauntered by. He sighed, a bit embarrassed that everyone seemed to know his and San’s business. But, he was also touched they cared enough to worry about them or check in. Hongjoong was stern and a bit bristly, but he had been kind and helpful to Wooyoung many times. It was clear he cared about his patrons, taking the time to know their names and minor details of their personal lives.
As Woo stepped into the main room, he took a moment to admire the grandeur of it all. It was exactly the same as it had been a month ago, but it still awed Wooyoung. From its sleek leather furniture to the large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was classy and modern with just a touch of baroque in the finer details.
While he admired the interior design, he felt someone come up beside him.
“You’re late.”
Wooyoung grinned, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling. “Are you surprised?”
“Just disappointed,” San sighed, gently bumping into Woo’s shoulder. “I don’t get my hopes up anymore.”
Woo snickered, lowering his gaze to San, his chest growing warm just from being in his presence. He was wearing a tight black sweater and black jeans, the color and clothing flattering to his form. San’s expression was reminiscent of his role, but as Wooyoung stared at him it softened, his smile and eyes growing warm.
“It feels different,” Wooyoung admitted, quietly.
“Yeah,” San replied. “It is different.”
It was. The last time they had been here (excluding the session of their fight), they had been bound by a contract detailing their relationship. It had defined how they would spend time together, what each session would and could entail, and how much Wooyoung would be paid. It had brought them together, that much was true, but it had also kept them apart. It had been the source of their doubts and insecurities, making them question their feelings for one another.
But, that contract was long gone and with it their misgivings on where they stood in each other’s hearts. They were free to grow and develop their relationship naturally, even if it hadn’t started that way. They were partners, they were a team, they were equals.
… At least, most of the time.
Wooyoung watched as San dug around in his trusty messenger bag, slightly curious as to what fun toys he had brought along today. But he didn’t ask, and simply waited until San procured a leather collar. Woo focused on it; it was the padded collar with a D-ring, metal studs lining the leather. It was simple and comfortable, but also heavy to remind Wooyoung of his ownership.
San made a motion with his finger to turn and Woo eagerly complied, lifting his chin as San wrapped the collar around his neck.
“Does that feel good?”
“A little tighter,” Wooyoung stated. “It’s kinda loose.”
After adjusting it to his liking, San padlocked it into place, causing Woo’s pulse to quicken beneath his skin.
The game starts when the collar is on. When you’re wearing it, you’re mine.
San spun Woo around, looking him over before locking eyes. Just as Wooyoung could feel his urge to push, to prod, to snap back and have attitude come to the surface, he could see confidence and control in San’s stern gaze. Composure, but a violent hailstorm waiting behind it should Wooyoung find the right buttons to push. Like a game of Jenga; pulling and pushing the right pieces to make the other person break the tension between them.
When San won, Wooyoung’s arrogance and stubbornness was replaced with submission. When Wooyoung won, San’s composure shattered and he lashed out to “punish” him.
(In the end, they both won physically, but their pride was bruised.)
San hooked a leash onto the D-ring, giving it a light tug as he turned. “Shall we? Seonghwa-hyung is waiting.”
“Lead the way, Master,” Wooyoung huffed, waiting until San yanked the short leash before following. He was eager to win their first round in a month, pushing San into some sexy punishment that ended with Wooyoung coming so hard he passed out (or so he hoped). He had a plan, thankfully, to push San just enough to annoy him, but not cross the line.
As they walked through the room, Woo saw Seonghwa sitting in a chair beside a loveseat. The older man was staring down at his phone, face passive until they came upon him. He glanced up, blinking before a soft smile graced his fine features. Wooyoung wouldn’t deny that Seonghwa was devastatingly beautiful and he completely understood why Yeosang had been so infatuated with the older.
“Wooyoung-ah, nice to see you again,” he said softly. The three of them hadn’t all hung out since the beginning of August, with Seonghwa preparing for his final year of university and San trying to make the move to his new office. They, along with Yeosang, had managed to grab drinks from an outdoor bar around that time, reconciling and mending their relationships. It had been pleasant, but far too short.
“Likewise, hyung,” Woo smiled, deciding to push some buttons. “I missed seeing your handsome face.”
San placed a hand warningly over the back of Wooyoung’s neck, a heavy presence. He knew San had some mild possessive and jealousy issues, especially when it came to Seonghwa. They had talked about it, of course, and worked through why and how to overcome it, but that didn’t mean Woo wouldn’t play it up here at the club.
“Nice to know you’re still a little shit,” Seonghwa chuckled, eyes shifting to San. “I’ll never know what you see in Brats, San-ah.”
San grinned at Seonghwa as he took a seat on the couch. Wooyoung eyed him, questioningly. “Am I allowed on the furniture, Master?” he huffed, arching a brow.
“Because I’m so kind,” San smirked, “I’ll allow it for now.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Wooyoung said sarcastically, plopping down onto the couch and folding his arms. San eyed him for a moment before Seonghwa spoke up.
The conversation moved to the elders’ jobs, discussing the changes they were going through and what they expected. It was fairly boring for Woo, but he listened anyway, curious to know how the hyung was doing. He slowly shifted in his seat to rest his chin on San’s shoulder, gaze shifting depending on who was talking. His Master relaxed and fell into the conversation, seemingly ignoring Wooyoung. Which was perfect.
While Seonghwa was explaining the pros and cons of teaching younger kids, Wooyoung gently placed a hand on San’s thigh, pretending to shift his body as if that was the most comfortable. He was reminded of “Operation: Half-Hard” in the past, and figured it wouldn’t be too dissimilar from that. San hadn’t reacted to the touch (probably because they were actually together now), so Wooyoung decided to take it a step further.
“Oh, but hyung!” he exclaimed, leaning further towards Seonghwa by placing his hand between San’s spread legs. He could hear the older inhale sharply as Wooyoung’s hand brushed up against the crotch of his pants, but Woo ignored it. “Don’t you think you’re stern enough for teenagers? You’d probably scare the younger kids more.”
Seonghwa eyed him for a moment, hesitating. “As much as I appreciate you thinking I’m a stone cold bitch, I would have a completely different demeanor depending on the age group and even class.”
“Ah, I guess you’re right,” Wooyoung agreed. He leaned back, purposefully letting his hand touch San’s dick as he slid it back onto his thigh. “That’s why I’d suck with kids.”
As Seonghwa continued explaining the different disciplinary actions needed for different age groups, Wooyoung could feel San’s glare boring into him. His Master seemed to suspect him a bit, so Wooyoung leaned back, retreating his hand casually. He didn’t want to seem too obvious right away, instead slowly annoying San in small amounts. Doing too much too quickly ended the game, but going too slow made San’s composure recover.
It was a balance Wooyoung hadn’t completely mastered quite yet, yet he was confident this time. It was likely San would already be on edge, given how long it had been since their last session, and thus easier to break. Or so Wooyoung hoped, at least.
Throughout the next hour, Woo made sure to be extra touchy with San, but only when he was talking to Seonghwa. He’d rest a hand on San’s thighs, or between his legs, or even pat his chest, all without looking at him. It was as though San wasn’t even there whenever Wooyoung spoke up, and the Pet could tell it was grating on San’s nerves.
At one point, when Wooyoung moved to put his hand on San once more, the Master suddenly shoved him back, a firm hand on his chest as he glowered.
“Hands off, Pet,” he growled. “I didn’t give you permission to touch.”
“Oh?” Wooyoung teased, noticing that Seonghwa was watching with an arched brow. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Master? Don’t want to seem cuddly in front of your stoic hyung?”
“Keep me out of this,” Seonghwa snapped, glancing down at his nails. “I refuse to be a piece in your childish game, Brat.”
Damn. He hadn’t expected both of them to team up like this against him. He huffed, conceding for now. He moved to sit back up, but when he did San looped a finger through his collar, tugging him towards the edge of the couch.
“Floor,” he snapped. “You’ve lost the privilege of being near me.”
Wooyoun growled, sliding down to the floor and sitting on his knees. This definitely put a damper on his plans. He kept his hands to himself as the two Masters fell back into a conversation. Wooyoung began to contemplate what the next best moves would be to ensure his victory in their little game. The longer he took to plan and think, the more San would recover from his little outburst. And that simply wouldn’t do.
So, after a few minutes when San seemed to relax, Wooyoung shifted on his knees to be slightly closer to his Master. He looked out of the corner of his eye to gauge the older’s reaction, and when there wasn’t one, he grinned inwardly. He waited until San was speaking before he gently brushed his hand along the older’s calf, barely there but enough to be felt. He heard San briefly stutter, then continue with his story. He placed a hand on top of Wooyoung’s head; a warning.
But, Wooyoung was determined, slowly brushing his hand down San’s calf. He then wrapped it around San’s ankle, grip loose but heavy. Seonghwa hadn’t seemed to notice the display, or if he had, he was ignoring it. Which was fine with Wooyoung; Seonghwa had simply been means of annoying San. (Not that he didn’t appreciate and enjoy the elder’s company.)
San tightened his fingers in Woo’s hair but didn’t pull. Wooyoung took that as a sign that he should definitely continue his ministrations, releasing his grip to brush the backs of his fingers up San’s leg. He idly moved his hand up and down, focusing on Seonghwa as though he weren’t touching his Master nonstop. He even gave a quip here and there to make San drop his guard. As his grip on Woo’s hair loosened, the Pet took it to the next step.
He began to readjust himself on the floor, squirming on his knees as though simply uncomfortable. At least, until he moved closer to San, spreading his legs to place his Master’s leg between his own. Wooyoung’s dick wasn’t quite touching San, but the implication of him essentially humping his Master’s leg was there. Seonghwa hadn’t noticed, it seemed, which was beneficial to Woo. San couldn’t make a big deal out of it without his hyung noticing, and Wooyoung was sure he was flustered with being groped and riled up in front of Seonghwa.
San had shifted multiple times in the past few minutes, leading Wooyoung to believe that his touches were bothering the older up more than he had anticipated. He hoped it would only take a few more instances until San lashed out once more. He decided to take a risk with an action that would either end the game in his favor, or cause San to shut down and ignore Wooyoung completely. As Seonghwa excused himself to the bathroom, Woo saw the perfect opportunity.
Here went nothing.
Wooyoung shifted to sit on his ass, moving to cross his legs over San’s one, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around it. Like a child clinging to a father’s leg, Wooyoung was pressed up against the entire side of it. San’s hand in his hair tightened and he braced himself for the harsh hair pull that followed, forcing Wooyoung to look up at San.
“Are you fucking serious?” he snapped, but Woo could see his blown out pupils. “Sit fucking still.”
“Are you uncomfortable, Master?” Woo smirked before pouting. “I just wanna be close to you. I’m cuddly.”
“Groping my legs and dick isn’t cuddling,” he growled, pulling more on Woo’s hair. He winced, feeling tears forming in his eyes. “You think you’re so fucking clever and sneaky.”
“It got you to almost pop a boner in front of Seonghwa-hyung. I’d say that takes some skill.” Wooyoung paused, eyeing San with a cocky grin. “Unless you’re saying that it’s easy to get you hard? Especially in front of hyung?”
San didn’t say anything, stuck in a catch-22. Wooyoung decided to push further.
“Or are you like a little virgin who comes in his pants just from a cute boy giving him attention?”
That did it. San growled lowly, pulling Wooyoung off of him by the back of his collar. Woo huffed, falling back hard before San gripped his bicep and yanked him up. He locked eyes with Wooyoung, glaring fiercely as Seonghwa made his return. San glanced over at the older man, and though he was silent, Seongha sighed and nodded.
“We’re going home,” San stated coldly. He shoved Wooyoung’s coat into his hands.
“Please do,” the hyung huffed. “I was sick of watching him molest you.”
Wooyoung grinned cheekily as San yanked on his sleeved arm to follow. “Bye bye, hyung~!”
Seonghwa simply arched a brow, holding a hand up in a wave as San dragged Wooyoung out of the club. His blood thrummed beneath his skin in anticipation. They were going back to San’s place, which meant more time for whatever San had planned. It also meant cleanup and aftercare would be much more pleasant and that Woo could spend the night cuddled with his boyfriend. He was giddy with these thoughts as San removed his keys. He opened a rear door to Wooyoung’s surprise, practically throwing the Pet in before slamming the door.
Wooyoung realized he still had the collar on, which meant they were still in their roles. As San got into the driver’s seat, Wooyoung scoffed.
“I’m not even allowed in the front?”
“I don’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself,” San huffed, starting up the car. “Besides, dogs sit in the back.”
Well then. Mission accomplished, it seemed.
Wooyoung buckled in, folding his arms petulantly as San drove back to his apartment. They were silent, and Woo wondered if the older was planning out his punishment or simply being a dick. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, eager to see what his Master had planned.
Despite the drive feeling like hours, they arrived at the building within ten minutes. San gripped Wooyoung’s wrist tightly as they made their way up, neither one speaking. The coldness of San made Woo’s skin buzz and he could feel his blood rushing downwards. It was ridiculous and slightly embarrassing how turned on Wooyoung was, but he couldn’t help it. It had been too long since the Pet had been “punished” properly.
When San opened the door to his apartment, he released Wooyoung to take off his shoes and coat. The younger did the same, silently, and before his foot was on the ground San was pulling him by the collar.
“Go to the bedroom and strip.”
Wooyoung made no move initially, instead glaring at San. After a moment, the Master growled, roughly grabbing his neck and forcing his head downward.
“I said, go and strip,” he hissed into Woo’s ear. Wooyoung swallowed hard before giving a slight nod. San released him, and Wooyoung slowly made his way to the bedroom. He was practically shivering from anticipation as he worked to unbutton his shirt. By the time he let it flutter to the floor, San had returned, dragging one of the dining room chairs into the bedroom and placing it by the door.
“Get on the bed. On your knees,” San ordered as he walked to the closet.
Wooyoung hooked his thumbs in his jeans, taking them and his underwear down in one go. He made quick work of his socks then climbed onto the bed. He sat on his heels, his hands resting in his lap, nerves alight. He could hear San rummaging around but didn’t dare turn his head. Wooyoung had pushed enough; anymore and San might end the game completely.
He heard San walk over to the bed and place some things down. It was silent for a moment, then San was running a hand along his shoulder blades, leaning in.
“Traffic light system tonight,” he said softly in Woo’s ear. “Don’t wait for me to ask if it gets to be too much, okay?”
“Okay,” Wooyoung said, nodding. He knew San needed verbal confirmation and was rewarded with a light kiss to his temple.
“Good boy.”
San moved his head back, leaving his hand on Wooyoung’s spine before he shoved the younger onto the bed, ass up. Wooyoung’s heart rate skyrocketed as he heard the sound of a bottle being opened, then lube being squirted out. However, while he expected San’s fingers, he flinched when he felt silicone prod his hole. He made a noise in surprise, pulling away slightly.
“So now you don’t want anything?” San snapped, his voice low. “Should I tuck you in to bed then, Pet?”
“N-no,” Woo stammered. “I’m sorry.”
He yelped as San gave him a harsh slap on his ass.
“You’re sorry what?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Wooyoung corrected, feeling his dick harden with the stinging of his skin.
San huffed, then proceeded to prod at Wooyoung’s hole with the toy, causing the younger to sigh. It wasn’t very big, but he still took his time, gently moving it in and out to let Wooyoung adjust. He went a little further every few thrusts, making Woo wonder if it was a plug or a dildo. He moaned the deeper it went, clutching the sheet in his fists and arching his back prettily. San pulled it out almost all the way before slamming it back in right against Wooyoung’s prostate.
“Aah!” he cried out, the toy pressed right up against the bundle of nerves as he felt the flared base pressed snug between his ass cheeks. He panted, his dick hard between his legs as San pulled him up by the back of his collar. Wooyoung watched with hooded eyes as San clasped a pair of velvet cuffs around the Pet’s wrists, hooking them together.
San admired his handiwork as he poured lube on his right hand, eyeing Wooyoung’s cock. He was expressionless as he gripped the member, running his lubed hand down the length.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung moaned, hips thrusting slightly at the contact. But as quickly as San had started, he pulled away, drawing a whine from Wooyoung.
“Did you really think that’s all there was to it tonight?” San smirked, darkly. “I’m just getting you prepared, Pet.”
Wooyoung watched with wide eyes as San held up a rubber ring, realizing now why San had lubed his cock. He swallowed hard as the older took the ring, sliding it down Wooyoung’s dick until it was snug at the base. He could feel the pressure it was preventing, his tip leaking precome as he whimpered.
“Color.”
“Green,” Woo muttered, pouting that he was far too into this.
“Is it too tight?”
“No. It’s fine.”
San nodded, walking to the top of the bed. He grabbed one of the thicker pillows and threw it in front of Wooyoung.
“Here’s the game tonight, Pet,” San began, shutting the door. He dragged the chair to the side of the bed, turning it to view Wooyoung from an angle. San sat and crossed one leg over the other.
“Since you were so keen on touching without permission, tonight you’ll get off without me touching you. And since you tried to hump my leg like a bitch in heat,” he pointed to the pillow, smirking, “I want you to get off using that pillow.”
Wooyoung’s lips parted as he stared at San in awe. In all of his imaginings of what would happen tonight, in no fucking way was it this. He glanced at the pillow in front of him, swallowing before he spoke up.
“Master,” he started, voice quieter than he had expected, “why the cock ring, then?”
“That’s the game, Pet.” San smile was dark. “If you can’t get off before I do, then the game ends and you don’t get to orgasm. But if you manage to come before me, I’ll let you choke on my cock. Sound fair?”
Holy fucking shit.
Wooyoung nodded, but when San frowned he stammered, “Y-yes, Master.”
“Since I’m such a kind Master, I’ll let you have a head start.” San placed his hands in his lap, staring at Wooyoung with cat-like eyes.
The Pet could feel his heart hammering in his chest, flushing all the way down to his chest in embarrassment. Sure, they had gotten each other off and even had phone sex, but the way San was watching him made Wooyoung feel shy. He was completely exposed and slightly degraded, and holy fuck if it didn’t turn him on. He hadn’t ever expected San to pull something like this, and he still wasn’t sure if it was a reward or pure torture. When Wooyoung didn’t move, San frowned.
“Are you going to throw my kindness in my face, then?” San growled. “Are you that confident that you can come before me, Pet?”
Wooyoung felt meek and was about to submit, but his inner Brat came to the surface instead. Woo gave a small smirk, locking eyes with San in a challenge.
“I just think you need all of this to give yourself a handicap.”
“Oh?” San arched a brow.
“Is it so hard for you to get it up and maintain your boner that you have to put a ring on my dick?” Wooyoung huffed, smirk widening. “If it weren’t for that and the pillow, I’d come before you could even- fuck!”
Suddenly, the toy in Wooyoung began vibrating at an intense speed, causing him to lurch forward, legs quivering. He panted heavily, looking up at San to see the older holding up a small black remote, his face mirroring Wooyoung’s smirk. Woo’s eyes widened as he realized with slight horror that the toy wasn’t a plug or dildo; it was a fucking prostate massager.
“Maybe I just like seeing you cry from the denial,” he said coolly. “Have you ever actually worn a cock ring, Wooyoungie? It makes some people more sensitive, while others actually lose sensation. Either way, coming with it on takes much longer and a little more work.”
San turned off the toy, the vibration coming to an immediate halt. Wooyoung groaned, realizing that his hips had started grinding down into the pillow, leaving the smallest droplets of precome on the fabric.
“So much for your head start,” San teased, reaching down to undo the button on his jeans. “I’d get to work if I were you, sweetheart.”
Wooyoung watched the older pull out his half-hard cock and give it a stroke, sighing deeply. Sucking up whatever pride he had started the session with, Wooyoung bit his lip and stared down, giving a small thrust against the pillow. His sensations were dulled, he now realized, the fabric of the pillow slightly more painful than pleasurable. After the first few, tentative thrusts he began to feel a low heat pooling at the base of his stomach, causing him to moan as he humped the pillow.
“There you go,” San praised condescendingly. Wooyoung looked up to watch him languidly stroke himself, collecting the precome at the top before sliding back down. He could see San’s chest rising a little quicker, his eyes hooded and lips parted slightly as he watched the younger. His expression was controlled, but he was clearly enjoying the view.
Wooyoung felt his hips kick forward harder as he stared at San. He picked up his pace a bit, realizing that he was at a disadvantage and would need to work harder to come. Wooyoung let his head hang between his shoulders as he whimpered, grinding down on the pillow as he tried to chase his orgasm. It felt like he was trying to get off while wearing six pairs of pants; the sensations distant and just barely there. He began thrusting backwards against the toy in his ass, trying to shift and get some feeling from that as it lightly prodded his prostate.
“Do you want me to turn on the toy?” San asked, slightly breathless. Wooyoung nodded frantically. “Why don’t you ask me nicely, then?”
“Ah, please Master,” Wooyoung begged. “I want- nngh, I want the toy.”
“Mm, try harder,” San snapped, clearly unimpressed.
“Please,” Woo whimpered, lifting his head to look at his Master. “I-I need it to feel good. Th-the ring won’t let me feel anything. It hurts.”
San’s demeanor fell as his eyes lit up in concern, gauging Wooyoung’s words. But the Pet shook his head. “Green.”
San let out a breath before returning to his cold glare. “I thought you’d be able to get off before I could? Where’s your confidence from before, Pet?”
“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung whined, his hips moving nonstop against the pillow as he gripped the sheets. “I was wrong, Master. Please, please, please, turn on the toy. I promise I’ll be good.”
“We both know that’s a lie,” San chuckled darkly. “But, seeing you be this pathetic is getting old, so…” He lifted the remote, clicking a button and causing the massager to thrum on a low vibration.
“Aah!” Wooyoung cried out, thrusting down hard as the toy vibrated against his inner walls. “Th-thank you, Master!”
“Aren’t you lucky to have such a kind, considerate Master?”
“Y-yes!” he cried out, leaning forward as his pace increased. “’m so lucky!”
“Do you deserve my kindness, Pet?”
“No,” he whimpered as his cock ached with dulled feeling.
The drag of the fabric on his dick was replaced with the sensations on his prostate, filling his body with warmth and pleasure. His moans were pouring from his mouth freely, close already to sounding like sobs. It was a battle of pain and pleasure that Wooyoung was loving, he realized. He had always known he liked there to be a hint of pain with his sex, but he hadn’t ever explored it further than the more vanilla actions. This, however, was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was a constant state of edging, his orgasm right there, but unreachable.
Suddenly, the vibrations intensified and Wooyoung cried out loudly, his legs shaking. He fell forward against the bed, resting his cheek on the sheet as he sobbed, hips moving on their own. “Nngh, M-Master, it, ah, feels good…!”
“Look at you,” San said lowly. Wooyoung could hear the slickness of his hand jerking himself off. “So desperate to come. You really are like a dog in heat, presenting your ass for anyone to come fill up, hm?”
“Yes,” Woo murmured, San’s words and tone going straight to his restricted dick. “I, aah, need someone to fill my hole.”
The older chuckled, his pants just barely audible over Wooyoung’s. “You seem to be happy with that toy, though. Maybe I should just start- ah, fucking you with those from now on.”
“N-no,” Wooyoung whined, his eyes hooded as he shifted his gaze to San. “I, aaah, wan’ your cock, Master.”
“Maybe another time,” San sighed. “You were really bad tonight and need to be punished. Remember?” The toy began buzzing faster as San upped the level.
“I’m sorry!” Wooyoung sobbed, feeling the heat pool low as his thrusts became erratic, desperate for release. He could feel tears in the corners of his eyes, the sensations of his lower half completely turning his brain to mush as he struggled to chase his orgasm. “’m sorry, please!”
“’Please’ what?”
“Please, I wanna come,” Woo whimpered, eyes glazed over as he stared at the wall. “I-it feels so good but I can’t… ‘m so, hnng, close b-but…” he trailed off, words becoming too much for him to turn into a coherent thought.
“Have you learned your lesson?” San asked.
“I-I…”
“So, no.” San let out a low groan. He turned the toy down a level, causing Woo to whine. “That’s a shame, Pet. I thought you had it in you. I was looking forward to fucking your throat.”
“No, w-wait,” Wooyoung panted, lifting himself onto the palms of his bound hands, eyes desperately pleading with San as tears fell from them. “J-just a little more! I’m so close!”
San stared at him, eyes dark as Wooyoung’s moans came out breathy and high-pitched. He wasn’t even aware of himself thrusting, his body moving on autopilot. The toy in his ass had become a dull feeling, no longer giving him pleasure. His whole body was simply numb at this point, chasing euphoria like an addict chasing a high.
“What’s your lesson, Pet?” San asked quietly.
“I-I touched you without asking,” Wooyoung moaned. “’n I did it in front of hyung.”
“Good.” San upped the level. “What else?”
“I…” Woo hesitated, his mind completely hazy as he tried to recall. He watched San frown, his thumb moving over the remote. “N-no, wait! I tried to g-get you hard in public!”
“You did do that,” San huffed, increasing the vibrations once more.
“Aah!” Wooyoung cried out, leaning back as he tried to grind down on the toy pushing on his prostate. He was so fucking close, the pillow damp beneath his cock as it tried to weep.
“There’s one last thing, Young-ah.” San sounded fairly close to the edge himself, his voice clipped as he panted.
Wooyoung tried to focus on everything that had happened tonight, everything he had done to be naughty. But, he thought he covered it all. There was the touching, the plan to make San horny, being embarrassing in front of Seonghwa… Wasn’t that it?
“I’m getting close, Pet,” San moaned. “It’d be a shame to get this far and not come, wouldn’t it?”
“I-I…” Woo was ready to cry. He had gotten so close, but he couldn’t think of it. Was there something San had simply hinted at that he wanted Wooyoung to apologize for? He could barely form sentences, let alone go over what San had said to find context clues. Disdainfully, Wooyoung slowed his thrusts, trying to focus on things San had said instead of chasing his nearly-there orgasm. One word in particular stood out as he recalled San’s taunting.
Because I’m so kind
Since I’m such a kind Master
Are you going to throw my kindness in my face, then?
Aren’t you lucky to have such a kind, considerate Master?
“I rejected your kindness!” Wooyoung gasped, head falling forward as he gripped the end of the pillow. “I-I was selfish and rejected all of my Master’s kind gestures. I’m sorry!”
The sound of San’s hand on his dick stopped, the room quiet except for Wooyoung’s whimpers and sobs. After a few moments, the toy began to vibrate at its highest pulse, drawing a half-scream from Woo’s throat.
“Ah, fuck! Oh my God, S-San!” he babbled, his words pouring out freely. “I-it’s so good! I’m, nngh! I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, then,” San softly said.
Wooyoung threw his head back and wailed, eyes slamming shut as white filled his vision behind his lids. He felt his orgasm rip through his body like a bunch of heated knives, his cock straining to release against the band gripping it tightly. He gave some aborted thrusts as his come shot out of him, seemingly never-ending. It definitely wasn’t the best orgasm; it almost hurt how hard he was coming. But the release of it was enough to make him fall against the bed, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
His hips stuttered from the buzzing toy inside of him, slowly becoming oversensitive from it. Wooyoung whimpered, about to tell San to turn it off, but the older beat him to it. He struggled to open his teary eyes as he heard San walk over to him. He felt his Master run a hand through his hair, nuzzling into the touch. Wooyoung opened his eyes to gaze up at San, his breathing slowing.
“Good boy,” San muttered, the praise making Wooyoung preen.
“Do I still get to suck you off?” Wooyoung murmured, struggling to sit up.
San seemed surprised for a moment before his gaze turned dark. “Can you handle it right now? You seem ready to fall asleep, Pet, when I haven’t gotten off yet.”
“I can do it,” Wooyoung whined. “Please, Master. Use me.”
“Fuck,” San groaned under his breath. “Get on the floor.”
Wooyoung nodded, slowly sliding down onto the hardwood floor. He sat back on his heels in front of San, gazing up at the older with hooded eyes. He felt warm in his post-orgasmic haze, body languid and lax. But, he wanted to do this for San (and also himself, if he was being honest).
San guided his dick, which had softened a bit, to Wooyoung’s lips. The Pet opened his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head of San’s cock. The older moaned as Woo sucked the head into his mouth, collecting the precome from the tip before sliding down the length. He relaxed his throat and flattened his tongue, sinking further and further until his nose pressed against San’s pelvis. He sighed through his nose, gazing up at his Master as he felt the member harden in his mouth.
“Two taps to stop,” San murmured, winding his fingers through Wooyoung’s dark locks. He gave a slight nod, focusing on breathing through his nose. San gripped the sides of his head, pulling the Pet almost completely off before shoving him back down his cock. He moaned airily as he began to thrust shallowly into Woo’s mouth. Wooyoung shut his eyes, moaning around San’s cock as his thrusts became faster and harder.
The room was filled with San’s groans and the lewd, wet sounds of him fucking Wooyoung’s throat. The younger tried to swallow any excess mess, but most of it pooled out the sides of his mouth, running down his chin and neck. It was vulgar and sloppy, and he fucking loved it.
“You take me so fucking well,” San growled, panting as he gave a particularly hard thrust into the tight warmth. “Could fuck your throat all day.”
Wooyoung moaned in response, opening his eyes to look up at San as tears streamed down his face. He could only imagine what a mess he was, with tear-stained eyes and his drool pooling out of his mouth. The sounds of his gurgles and gags seemed to spur San on, making the older curse lowly under his breath.
“God, Woo. So fucking good,” he groaned, his grip on the younger’s hair tightening as he sped up. He pulled off after a few thrusts, allowing Wooyoung to gasp and sputter for air. He swallowed the mess in his mouth and sniffled, panting open-mouthed before swallowing down San’s cock once more.
He hollowed his cheeks as San gripped his hair hard enough to hurt and shoved Wooyoung all the way down, holding him there while Woo’s throat struggled to relax around the thick cock. He gagged, slamming his eyes shut as he tried to relax, ready to tap San until the older slid him off to the tip, chuckling.
“I told you to choke on it, Pet,” San panted, hips moving shallowly. “I know how much you love sucking cock, so take it.”
Jesus fuck San was going all out. It made a small part of Wooyoung terrified, but mostly just turned him on. Having his safe-gesture definitely helped relax him, which meant he could fully enjoy San wrecking his throat. His jaw went slack with this realization and he exhaled deeply.
San began slamming back into his mouth, his groans almost coming out as snarls. His nails dug into Wooyoung’s scalp, the pain adding to Woo’s arousal. His cock was trying to harden once more, but the intensity of his orgasm had definitely drained it. Which was fine by Wooyoung, if he was being honest. If it weren’t for his determination to suck San’s dick, he probably would have passed out.
“Your mouth is so fucking good,” San moaned, eyes hooded as he stared down at Wooyoung. “I’m close.”
Woo moaned, eyes fluttering shut as San’s thrusts became erratic and harsher. Wooyoung sucked hard on his dick, trying to urge him to come quicker. His chest was sopping wet with the mess oozing from his mouth and his eyes were hazy with tears. But even so, his throat and jaw were getting sore from the abuse he was receiving. Wooyoung didn’t want to tap out, but he was starting to be at his limit. San’s moans became breathier and higher-pitched, however, signaling his orgasm.
“Oh, fuck!” San cried out, slamming Woo’s head against his hips hard, holding him tight as his come shot down Wooyoung’s throat. The younger sputtered, struggling to swallow the release around his cock, breathing hard through his nose. He definitely felt like he was choking, but right as he started to panic San was pulling out.
Wooyoung coughed, head hanging as he gasped for air. He could hear San’s heavy breaths alongside his own, the older’s hands resting gently in his locks. Wooyoung sniffled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as San knelt down.
“You okay?” he murmured, cupping Woo’s face with both hands.
“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung replied hoarsely, glancing up at San. “’m okay.”
“C’mere.” San pulled Woo into a hug, kissing the side of his head. “You did really good today. So proud of you.”
Wooyoung preened at the praise, nuzzling into his boyfriend’s neck. After a moment, San pulled away and gently helped Woo off of the floor. He guided the younger to lie on his side, then poured some lube on his hand.
“Let me know if it hurts,” San stated as he rubbed the gel around the cock ring. Woo winced slightly from the sensitivity, but immediately sighed as San lifted it off his soft member. He set the ring on the damp pillow, then moved his hand to the massager still on Wooyoung. The younger whimpered as San pulled it out, murmuring an apology as that, too, was set on the pillow.
San then removed the cuffs, giving his wrists a rub before moving on to the collar. With all of the accessories gone, Wooyoung let his body relax as he sighed deeply. San knelt beside the bed, running his hand through his hair.
“Do you want a bath?” he asked quietly. Wooyoung nodded, his eyes heavy. “Give me a few minutes then. You can nap a little while I set it up.”
“Okay,” Woo muttered, his eyes already shut as San stood up. He heard the older open the door and walk into the hall, then the distant sound of the bath being run. He tried to stay awake, honestly, but his whole body was a mixture of soreness and orgasmic haze. Wooyoung drifted off, briefly waking up when San returned, muttering about cleaning the toys. Woo hummed in response, though the older probably wasn’t even talking to him. He nodded back off, the sounds of San’s apartment lulling him into his nap.
After what only felt like a minute, Wooyoung felt himself being shaken lightly.
“It’s ready,” San said softly. Woo groaned, slowly opening his heavy eyes. San helped him sit up, his mind cloudy with sleep and body spent. He whined as he stood, leaning into San as the older laughed, guiding him out of the room.
“Tired,” Wooyoung muttered as he leaned on San.
“I know, babe,” San chuckled, nuzzling into the younger’s head. “It won’t be long and you can snooze a bit in the tub.”
The bathroom was steamy from the hot water, and when Woo dipped his toe in his hissed. He slowly slid in, scooting forward to make room for San as the older stripped down. He climbed in behind Wooyoung, wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist and pulling him to lean back. Wooyoung sighed, the warm bath soothing his sore muscles and relaxing his body. San rested his chin on Wooyoung’s shoulder, pressing a kiss in the space beneath his ear.
“You did so well today, Young-ah,” he murmured, voice dripping with affection. “I was so worried you wouldn’t figure out the final lesson in time. Made me wanna stop just so you could finally come.”
“I was scared I wouldn’t be able to,” Woo chuckled, eyes shut as San pulled him closer.
“You’re so clever. Even at the club, the way you tried to rile me up was so infuriatingly hot that I just wanted to fuck you right there on the couch.”
Wooyoung let out a laugh, beaming as he felt San’s lips trailing his neck, murmuring praises into his skin. He wanted to stay awake, to bask in the sweet aftercare San gave. But, the warm water was making it harder to elude sleep. He could feel himself dozing as San began to clean him with a rag, the massage soothing.
Like a fever dream, he recalled being pulled out of the tub, leaning against San’s body as he was dried off. The next thing he knew, he was on the bed with the older pulling boxers and a shirt on him, then pulling the blanket over his body. He whimpered, searching out San’s form until he slid in next to Wooyoung, pulling him close to his chest.
Wooyoung sighed against San’s collarbone, finally letting go and drifting to sleep.