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“Color, baby?” Seokjin asks as he pulls the vibrating massager away from Taehyung’s cock.

“G-Green, I’m green,” Taehyung pants, body relaxing as he finally gets a reprieve from the stimulation.

“Ok, good. You’re doing so great, baby,” Seokjin praises, startling him with a gentle touch to the thigh. Taehyung offers back a weak smile at Seokjin's words. This is so much more intense than he imagined.

They had dabbled in some light BDSM before—playing around with different things and trying to figure out what turns each of them on—but this is the first time they combined so many elements into one scene.

“Ready, baby?” Seokjin asks.

Taehyung nods in Seokjin’s general direction, since he can’t see anything through the blindfold.

“Okay then,” Seokjin says, as Taehyung hears the click of the large massage wand motor turn on.

His body tenses. Well, it tenses as much as the ropes will allow, anyway. Normally, he loves the way the Shibari ropes look and feel against his skin—the ache in his knees from his thighs and calves being bound together and tied to the chair legs, the way the soft red ropes form a macrame vest across his chest and join his arms, stretching them behind his back. But today they feel more restrictive, almost smothering.

Taehyung senses the tiniest whoosh of air just milliseconds before Seokjin is pressing the vibrator against the base of his cock. His back arches immediately, lifting his ass from the chair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...the vibrations echo deep into his balls, twisting the white hot coil in his gut a little tighter, even as the assault to the delicate skin of his cock shoots danger signals to his brain.

“Fuck, baby, you look so g-gorgeous,” he hears Seokjin say, the little hitch in his breath telling Taehyung that Seokjin is stroking his own cock as he watches.

Seokjin runs the wand up the length of his shaft, until it’s pressing right under the ridge at the head. His whole body begins to shudder and he’s either going to come or scream in about five seconds—he’s not sure which yet. His mouth opens, and a gurgling sound forms at the base of his throat, ready to break free, when Seokjin suddenly withdraws the wand, switching it off.

Taehyung drops down heavily in relief. He can feel the sweat rolling down his neck and his chest, thighs slick on the Naugahyde of the padded chair. The drip of pre-cum that slides down his throbbing slit is almost painful. Seokjin presses a towel to his neck and he jumps at the contact.

“Hey, hey. Are you okay, baby?” Seokjin asks, apparently concerned by his agitated response.

“Yeah, okay…’m okay.” Taehyung mouths around the words forming on his tongue as he pushes air through his throat. Did he speak out loud? He thinks he heard his voice but can’t be sure in his semi-fugue state.

“I need to know if you want to stop.” He hears Seokjin remind him, voice soft like a fluffy pillow, or one of Seokjin’s full body hugs. He really wishes he could see Seokjin's face.

“Okay,” he manages to mutter. He wonders if that’s true though, as the heat simmering in his gut competes with a brittle ache in his chest.

“Color?” Seokjin inquires.

“G-Green.” He can do this—wants to do this. He’s okay. He wants to hear Seokjin tell him how pretty he looks again. He wants Seokjin to come just by playing with him.

“Alright,” Seokjin says softly, fingertips brushing against Taehyung's cheek. “You can come now whenever you’re ready, baby.”

Taehyung nods weakly, licking at the drop of spit he feels rolling down his lip.

This time when the wand clicks on, Seokjin presses it to the tip of his cock, sending a shockwave through his system as his body stretches taut.

“Ungh!” strangled sounds begin to drop from his lips as the heat in his gut winds tighter, and he feels the urge to come building.

“So fucking beautiful, Tae—wish you could see how amazing you look.” Seokjin says with awe, moving the wand down his length.

Each pulse of the rubber head of the wand feels like an electric shock to his shaft. His fingers and toes, the only body parts not immobilized, curl so violently that cramps seize his limbs. The elasticity in the soft ropes is not enough to handle the strain of his muscles, and he can feel the skin of his collarbones and wrists begin to chafe.

I should stop, a small voice in the back of his brain chides, even as he presses his cock forward into the wand, and his body fights him, trying to recoil. Every nerve in his skin is firing, and he knows if someone were to lightly brush his arm right now he would scream.

Seokjin doesn’t let up and Taehyung tries to concentrate on the promise of the orgasm to come—ignoring the pain shooting from his tortured cock, up his spine and gripping the back of his neck like a vise. It's a precarious balance of sensations and he’s walking the razor's edge.

Abruptly, the balance shifts and his arousal tips over to agony. Gone is the budding heat that was making the pain bearable, as the coil in his gut unravels, feeding the aching in his chest. He forgets how to speak as his brain struggles to form words.

“R-Red!” he eventually barks out in a guttural moan, just when pain threatens to take his consciousness. Seokjin immediately withdraws the wand, and Taehyung falls back into the chair as he hears the massager thrown to the floor with a clunk. Fingers pull the blindfold off his face quickly, and his eyes adjust to the brightness, as Seokjin’s terrified face comes into view.

“Taehyung, are you okay?” Seokjin’s voice is on edge. “Fuck, baby, oh my god.”

It’s the first time they’ve ever had to use a safe word.

“Let me get these off.” Seokjin's voice is strained, as he kisses Taehyung’s face, fingers stumbling over the ropes trying to untie them.

With the source of his pain gone, the heat returns to Taehyung’s gut. Tears begin to blur his vision as he gasps for breath, and the urge to come rises up quickly, intensely, overpowering everything else.

“N-No, ungh,” his voice croaks out in anguish. “P-Please. N-Need to come.”

“Baby,” Seokjin says tenderly, letting go of the ropes and dropping to his knees in front of Taehyung.

Seokjin gently wraps a hand around his balls and the base of his shaft, careful to avoid gripping the most raw areas. Taehyung’s body tenses, but now that he can see Seokjin's face again, the compression of the ropes doesn’t feel asphyxiating. His head lolls forward, locking eyes with his hyung, as Seokjin opens plush lips and extends his tongue, guiding the head of Taehyung’s cock into the warm moist opening.

The moment Seokjin closes his lips around him, fondling his balls and licking gently at his slit, Taehyung tips over the edge. Shudders rack through his body—this time not from pain, but ecstasy—as his orgasm hits and Seokjin laps at his cock, drinking his cum and gently guiding Taehyung through it.

When his cock is spent, his body deflates, held up only by the ropes that still bind him to the chair. He feels Seokjin's fingers undo his leg bindings as his feet slip to the floor with a thud, and then a strong arm supports his chest as his arms are freed. Next thing he knows he’s wrapped in Seokjin’s warm embrace as they cuddle in a nest of blankets on the floor. The world is a watercolor of muted images, as Seokjin coaxes him to drink water and have a bite of chocolate, and then massages his sore muscles, while kissing every inch of skin within reach.

Eventually the world comes back into focus.

“Hi baby,” Seokjin says softly, nuzzling his cheek. Taehyung feels warm and sated, and sore—very sore—but also very good.

“Hyung,” he whispers back, clinging lightly to Seokjin’s solid frame.

“You should have told me to stop before you got to red, baby,” Seokjin says, the gentle reprimand softened by the love in Seokjin’s eyes.

“I know,” Taehyung admits. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s okay,” Seokjin says, smoothing a sweaty curl away from Taehyung’s brow.

They sit holding each other in silence for a few minutes.

“At least I learned something new.” Taehyung offers eventually, running his fingers lightly across Seokjin's cheek.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Seokjin asks, leaning into his touch.

“I don’t like blindfolds. I need to be able to see your beautiful face,” he admits.

“Well, that I can understand,”. Seokjin teases. “Who wouldn’t want to see this handsome face?”

Taehyung slaps him playfully as their lips join in a gentle kiss and their bodies come together, free from restraints, and blindfolds, and electric devices. Taehyung can feel the line of Seokjin’s heavy cock press against his thigh, not yet having found its release. He wraps his hand around Seokjin’s shaft as they kiss, stroking him slowly as Seokjin’s kisses get more breathless and needy.

“Let me watch your face while I make you come, hyung,” Taehyung whispers into Seokjin’s ear as he pulls back to view the beautiful face before him. He strokes Seokjin just the way he knows his hyung likes it, and watches his face contort in pleasure until Seokjin is gasping and spilling into his hand. It’s a gorgeous sight.

As he recovers from his release, Seokjin kisses Taehyung’s knuckles, pulling them close together.

“I love you so much, Tae,” Seokjin whispers fondly. “Thank you for trying new things with me.”

“I love you too, hyung,” he replies. “Thank you for making me feel safe and taking care of me.”

 

~~~🚥 THE END 🚥~~~