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He took so much care of his collection. Always folding his favourite ones in a very delicate manner, cleaning them thoroughly every time a play went further than a mere platonic session or a performance. He usually washed the possible stains off in a calm fashion, stirring them in the tub with slow and rhythmic movements and letting his ropes soak in the warm, soapy water. Most of his ropes were machine-washable, which would make his life easier, but he still preferred to do it by his own hands each time as it felt grounding and methodical. He treated each one of them as they were his most precious treasures. And in some way, they were.
Each rope told a story, memories interwoven in their fibers everytime he tied them up in intricate designs, adorning the body of his companions until he was satisfied with his art. He always took a few steps back to admire the whole picture, basking in the rosy hue of their skin under the dim lights, how their body accommodated the slight pressure of every knot and line drawn over their flesh with the soft, straight cord.
If he took a look at the first rope he ever bought, a natural fiber braided inked in a faded red colour, he could clearly see a younger version of himself tying up his own legs for practice in what he had considered a pretty good job, at the time. He felt the bruise in the inner side of his left thigh, one that he had sported for days after he tied the rope tighter than he should have. He knew better now. Years and years of practised knots and designs filled one of the walls of his playroom, with each picture taken, a memory, each and every single one of them, a work of art. He looked at his favourite wall with a soft, endearing smile tugging at his lips. There was nothing more beautiful for him than the art of consensual restraint. His now considered expertise in the matter of rigging wasn’t handed to him in a silver plate just because, nor was it a gift he was born with but an ability cultivated by time and perseverance. He demonstrated his skills again, and again, and again, time after time. All those years of seminars, self-tying and tutorships paid in results. He knew he was the best at it and he was absolutely not ashamed of saying so, taking pride in every one of his creations.
Everyone knew that, if you seeked for rope play riggers, Jeong Yunho was not one, but the best of Seoul’s underground scene.
Caressing that first rope that brought such good memories, he then moved on to the next, placing it securely back inside its box.
His second favourite. A beautiful, shiny black nylon rope that always shone beautifully under any source of light, the material reflective, most times rivalling the dim light of the candles he loved to set up in his playroom, those set the mood and made his subs relax further into ropespace. This one was a rope gifted to him by his last tutor when he was deemed ready for suspension. He used it the first time he suspended someone without help for the first time and had called in a spotter, just in case something went wrong. As confident as he was in his skills, you never know when something could go astray with suspension, one wrong knot and you could cut off their airways or blood flow completely.
In the end, as he suspected, he didn’t need it.
The pretty boy panted calmly as his head hung sideways, his moderately long hair draped over his face hiding his half lidded eyes. As usual, he took his time admiring his work. The blackness of the rope stark and stunning against the fair skin of the man dangling from the big, shiny ring attached to his ceiling. He observed the whole picture before soaking up every dainty knot and crossing over the sub’s chest. It traced a delicate harness around his torso, depicting a very aesthetically pleasing knotted star over his front. The rope went around his frame, the cord hugging his ribs delicately right up until where his arms rested, tied up prettily to his back. He had decided to leave his soft tummy untied, loving the way it trembled due to the sheer juxtaposition of inverse forces, the power of gravity dragging him down while the rope forced him to stay up. His legs posed in a way that looked scrumptious under Yunho’s gaze, almost edible as the toned flesh of the sub’s thighs bulged around the ropes. One leg tied up inwards, his pointed toes rested over his other leg that was bent backwards, all the while being tied closer to his round and plump bum. The sub was wearing no more than his underwear for this, loving the inherent humiliating feeling that came with being the only one almost naked, stripped down of his grace as the rigger stood fully dressed. He always chose to remain covered from neck down, having a full closet of delicate tailored suits, as those suit him the best. He walked over the boy hanging, a smirk painting his lips. One little push and he had his latest piece spinning slowly, like it was a pretty jewel on display.
Smiling fondly, he left the nylon rope back into its box, away from humidity and temperature, guarded against anything that could harm its integrity. He knew he was taking too long deciding which one of his precious babies would get to play today, but he paid no mind as he figured today’s session would be a little bit different than usual.
He knew that the man kneeling in the middle of the room, behaving prettily and oh, so good for him, loved the teasing, loved the waiting, loved the increasing restlessness that gnawed at him every time the rigger did as much as lift a finger in his vicinity. Yunho loved teasing him the most, his favourite sub. Always eager to take anything he gave him. Such a good boy that whimpered softly at every draw of his fingers and rope over his frail skin. Every little whine and restrained moan was like music to his ears and sometimes he couldn’t get enough of him, dragging the aftercare for longer than needed, selfishly for his own contentment as he massaged the sore muscles of his gorgeous sub.
He spared a glance at the man from the corner of his eye. The soft golden tone of his tanned skin reflected the warm light of his candles. Head tilting down and his arms resting over his knees like the good boy he was. He had made up his mind, he searched for his favourite rope. He moved over the closet in the corner of the room and took out a small, pretty velvet covered box. His favourite sub deserved his favourite rope, it was only fair. He only took this one out when the occasion felt special, and no one was more special than his favourite sub.
“Princess,” he called in a sultry voice. “I think I found the perfect rope to paint your beautiful skin,” he cooed cheekily, seeing as his boy squirmed at the sound of his voice, just as he had expected. He approached him from behind, untying the rope and testing its state and structural integrity. Soft to the touch, the smooth silk slipped through his fingers like soft butter, he let go of one of its ends and watched as his beautiful sub muffled a moan when it caressed the soft skin at his shoulders.
“I know we talked the other day about doing a partial suspension today… But, seeing you sitting there, waiting for me so diligently and prettily, I had a change of mind. What do you think, gorgeous?” He asked, voice as sweet as saccharin. The man whined again. “Use your words, princess.”
“Everything you want, Sir. Please, make me look pretty,” he finally said, succumbing under his rigger’s demand.
“Colour?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good.”
The traffic light system worked just fine for him as his play sessions were usually shallow and aesthetic in purpose. He kept dragging the rope’s tip over his sub’s frame, achieving a symphony of sweet, sweet sounds from his mouth and skin erupting in goosebumps the more the silky cord made contact with him. Yunho knew he was close to breaking down into a cry of pleas so he decided to spare the man that was so well behaved and he moved in front of him, popping a knee beside his sub’s which were already reddened from the position he had been maintaining for a while. He took his hands, still resting on his knees and gave his beautiful sub some light caresses over his wrists before picking up the rope and starting his next work of art.
He picked up his pace, going around his sub’s skin in fast but precise movements, creating a single knotted column and rendering his forearms flushed together, leaving a small gap between his elbows for his next planned movement. He took the man’s tied wrists and pushed them up and over his head. The new position forced the kneeling man to extend his spine and look directly into the rigger's eyes.
Yunho scanned his blushed face for any sign of discomfort, ingesting every detail he laid eyes on. He checked all he was able to, from his dark irises lit by the soft candlelight to his plump, parted lips. He looked wrecked already and Yunho got carried away by the rosy colored skin of the apples of his cheeks, landing one of his hands there to stroke on the mole sitting under his eye elegantly. The reaction was immediate, his sub whimpered as he rested his face harder against Yunho’s hand.
“Please.”
“Already begging, sweetheart?” Yunho mocked.
He wasn’t specially mean as a dom, but something about his favourite sub made him want to push him until he was nothing more than a mess.
Generally all his sessions remained non sexual, giving his play partners a getaway from their hard real lives, an easy escape route to forget about work or their stress. Most of the subs he tied up remained silent as he worked on them although, sometimes, someone slipped up into a deep subspace and ended up climaxing under the pressure of his ropes. He couldn’t say he was repulsed by it when it happened, dwelling in pride of a work well done.
But Song Mingi was different. Ever since the thick, toned man came into his favourite club looking lost and nervous, he deciphered exactly what the man needed and also knew that he was the only one that could give him what his heart most yearned and desired. They had this strictly professional relationship going for almost a year and it never got old. Every time they met up to ease some of the younger CEO’s worries, Yunho got surprised at every little detail he learnt about him. They never did anything more than platonic rope play but sometimes Yunho wished things were different. For the time being, though, his actual arrangement was more than enough, even if he felt empty once Mingi left his room after each play.
“Do you want me to keep going? Tie a pretty harness around your beautiful chest?”
His only answer was a nod against his hand. With a simple hum, Yunho went back to what he was doing. Circling his arms around his sub, he picked up the silken rope again and started knotting the harness around Mingi’s torso and caressing his sub’s skin as he went on with the complicated design he had in mind. This rope was not only his favourite because of how pretty the glistening pink material was, nor how soft and pleasurable the silk felt. It was because of the extra length it carried, letting him do as many shapes and knots as he wished.
He kept his focus on not leaving the rope too loose but also not tying it up too tight, elastic enough to make room for breathing. He came back to pay attention to his sub’s wrists as he tied them to the harness surrounding his back.
He moved swiftly to his legs, separating them slightly so he could pass the rope over where his leg met his groin.
“Yu- Yunho…”
“What is it, princess?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at the sudden creak of his sub’s voice, not stopping tying his knots down his sub’s thick thigh. “You never use my name, darling, does it hurt somewhere?”
“N-no… mhn- ah!” He started, breath labored.
“Tell me, pretty thing, what’s going on?” He took the other end of the rope and mimicked his previous movement, passing it from back to front over where the other leg joined his crotch.
“I wa-ant, I-”
“What do you want, princess?”
His question was met with silence.
“Mingi, colour?”
His sub once again did not answer so Yunho tied a final knot over Mingi’s knee and checked on his face. Forcing him to look up at his eyes by pushing the tip of his fingers on his chin, he tried to figure out what was going on with his favourite sub.
The sight he was met with, however, he had never seen. Mingi was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes looked sad and lost, half lidded and clogged with tears.
“Hey, Mingi, look at me, follow my voice.” His sub had never done that, maybe it was because of his feelings towards the man, but he started to panic slightly. “Colour?”
“Ye-yellow.”
“Do you need me to untie you?” He asked gently, taking a step back and giving the man space. He shook his head but he kept crying still.
After a few minutes of anxious wait, Mingi seemed to come back into his senses again.
“Please, finish your picture, Sir,” he said in a soft whisper.
“Are you sure? You know we can stop whenever you want… Colour?”
“Green, please, finish me and tell me I’m pretty,” he begged.
And he did just as he was told. Once both of his thighs were tied to his ankles in an elaborated and sophisticated cage, the whole expanse of his body fully decorated, Yunho deemed his work ready. He stepped behind Mingi and tied a final knot between his wrists and ankles, closing the circuit. He took his time, noticing how Mingi’s breath returned back to the peaceful rhythm he was used to. Putting some distance between the two of them, he stared at his last piece with awe in his eyes.
“You are the most beautiful present I’ve ever had the pleasure to wrap.”
“Thank you, Sir,” his sub whispered.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me today.”
His sub blushed all the way from his calves to the tip of his ears.
“Sir, can… Can you take a picture of me? Like this?”
“As you wish,” he knows he was indulging him too much today but after seeing him cry he could just not give in to his desires. He walked towards the bedside table and opened the first drawer, picking up the professional camera he always kept in there. For some moments, the only noises that could be heard inside the room were both their breathing and the camera shutter getting off every few seconds. Yunho was murmuring under his breath how amazing his sub was, how special it felt that he was the only one allowed to see him like this, all hot and bothered, how he was proud of his favourite princess.
“I’m gonna untie you now, princess. You did so good,” he soothed the man kneeling on the floor.
He undid all his knots in reverse order, massaging the bits of reddened skin as he went on. From his legs to his torso, he paid special attention to where the rope had rubbed at the skin, caressing the zone with most tenderness. The harness was undone so he moved to untie his arms, bringing them forward once again. Mingi let out a sigh of relief as the forced position strained his arms in a pretty unnatural position. Yunho gave his biceps some kneading before finally removing the last knot on his wrists. His sub collapsed of exhaustion once the rope stopped touching his skin. Yunho picked him up cautiously and positioned him on the bed, bringing on all his fluffiest blankets, snacks and a glass of water, Mingi’s preferred form of aftercare.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He observed as the man made himself a cocoon over the sheets and picked a bar of candy, taking a bite and staring mindlessly at nowhere in particular. As he let his sub come down from his high, he tidied up the place, inspecting his silk rope and carefully stacking it away inside a bag for further care afterwards.
“You can come here, now.”
“Okay.”
Yunho wasn't new to Mingi’s clinginess after a scene but something felt off today. He loosened his tie and went over to the bed, ready to hug his favourite sub until he was back in his right mind.
“I think we should stop.”
“What?” That certainly took him by surprise.
“I can’t keep coming here, Yunho.” The man in the blanket-burrito whispered. “Not if I have to leave and pretend you don’t exist outside these four walls…”
After all his years of rigging professionally, this was a first in his career. What was he saying? The blankets shifted as Mingi tightened them around himself again.
“I realised that, whatever this is,” voice sounded muffled under all the fabric covering his face, “it can’t go on like this, I can’t keep taking advantage of your kindness.”
“What are you on about, princess?” The pet name slipped up his lips without realising.
“Yunho, I-” he stuttered. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t like you as much more than our agreement allows.”
“Mingi, hey, look at me.” He searched for his face buried in the mountain of blankets. “I’m gonna tell you something and I need you to listen to me very, very carefully.”
He found the other’s face and stared at him intently until the younger nodded.
“I like you, too.”
“What?”
“I like you, princess. More than I ever wanted to admit,” he said, smiling sincerely. Slowly, Mingi crawled out of his shelter and inspected the man before him.
“Are you, like, for real?” He asked, reluctantly.
“How many times should I tell you for you to believe me?” Yunho was positively amused by his sub’s confession. It was something he never dared to entertain in his mind, deeming it impossible due to Mingi’s work nature.
“I don’t know, say it one more time, please?”
Instead, the rigger launched himself to capture his sub’s lips in a searing kiss. Like he did when manipulating his ropes, he took his time exploring Mingi’s mouth as it was still uncharted territory for them, one of the few places of his sub’s body that he hadn’t had the pleasure to examine until now.
Mingi was still pretty much in his underwear when he rolled over Yunho and straddled his clothed lap, not separating their lips under any circumstance. He was ravishing his mouth, letting go the prettiest sounds as he lost himself in the moment, time didn’t matter anymore. Eventually they needed to back up for some air and Yunho took the opportunity to pin his sub onto the mattress and attack his neck in newfound lust. Instinctively, Mingi put his arms above his head, crossing his wrists and setting his hands on a fist. When Yunho noticed, he couldn’t help but smile devilishly.
“Hadn’t you had enough?” He smirked. “I’m gonna ask this just once, gorgeous. What do you want?”
“Yunho -ah!” He was interrupted as the rigger sucked a hickey under his collarbones. “You, I want you,” Mingi panted above him.
“I guess I can work with that.”
Yunho took off his tie, circled it around his sub’s joined wrists and closed the knot tightly.
“You don’t know how crazy you make me, princess.”
He caressed his body as he was used to, but this time he did something he always wished he was allowed to. One hand stopped at Mingi’s pierced nipple while still pampering his neck with nips and kisses. He had always wanted to play with the hard metal bar going through his left nipple and now he could. Yunho ghosted the tip of his finger over the sensitive expanse of bumpy skin, deliberately ignoring the raised nub just to tease his sub further. He was squirming under his touch, a loud string of moans leaving his beautiful lips the more Yunho messed around his chest like a pirate hunting for treasure. Trailing down his neck, he finally placed his mouth around the metal bar, playing around it with his tongue until the nub was puffed and sore from being sucked. Yunho decided to spare him and kept kissing his way down his stomach until he stopped at his navel, tugging at the hem of his sub’s underwear, asking for consent while he looked at him.
“Yes, please, Yunho, take them off, please-”
He was crying again although this time felt completely different, still slightly high from their session, desperation clinged to his eyelashes as he pushed his hips against him, seeking for some friction. Mingi looked completely wrecked under his body, beautifully so. Yunho decided that the look suited him and he wanted to be the only reason his sub looked like that.
“Aren't you so desperate?” He cooed. “Okay, let me take care of you, pretty thing.”
Yunho kissed him, hard and deep as he snaked his dominant hand down his sub’s body. With no hesitation, he palmed Mingi’s hard cock, already leaking into his underwear, making the younger man moan into his mouth. He set an easy pace, not removing the small layer of clothing that separated them, drinking in every gasp, every whine, every moan that escaped Mingi’s mouth.
After what felt like ages of teasing, he was growing impatient too.
“Mingi,” he growled against his lips. “How do you want me?” He asked breathlessly. He might be dominant, but he absolutely was a service top and right now he wanted Mingi to use his words again.
“I want to ride you, please?” Mingi said in between labored breaths, for Yunho hadn't stopped stroking his cock.
“Fuck, Mingi-”
Yunho almost tore his underwear off. Without untying Mingi’s arms, he hooked them around his neck and flipped their positions so now Mingi rested on top of him with his arms still around his neck, stark naked against Yunho’s fully clothed form.
“Come on, babe, move.”
Mingi started to move his hips, rubbing his no longer clothed cock over the obvious bulge on Yunho's lap. The rigger scraped his sub’s waist with his nails, one hand on each side, dragging a long moan from him, encouraging him to keep going.
“Yunho-” he moaned his name so deliciously that the rigger started to have trouble keeping his lust at bay.
Yunho’s hands left his sub’s waist to pay more attention further down, absolutely ignoring his sub’s hole on purpose to leave featherly touches on his perianal region. His reaction was so sweet, his favourite sub writhed in his arms at the touch, cock no longer humping his clothed erection, but ruining his suit vest with precum. The feather-like touches turned into Yunho pressing one of his long, long digits under his sub’s balls.
“Yunho, please,” he begged. More desperate with each passing moment. His leaking tip painted a mess on him, the sticky fluid doodling semi white streaks all over the black vest of the rigger.
Yunho had to shut him up with his mouth, the sounds he made too intoxicating, too inebriating for him to think properly so, while he devoured Mingi’s mouth and his left hand played with Mingi’s balls, his other hand felt the bedside table searching for the lube he always kept in there. He finally found the dispenser head of the bottle and brought it closer for easy access, pushing it down and coating his slender fingers with the clear viscous liquid, warming it up before reaching, finally, for his sub’s needy hole.
“Princess…” he growled, eyes dark with lust. “Care to explain why you’re already open for me?”
When his first finger went past the ring of muscle with not much resistance, he knew what Mingi had done prior to his session. A pang of jealousy creeped on his chest because Mingi was his sub, his favourite sub. Immediately he inserted a second one along the first, entering him with equal ease. Saying that Mingi was flushed red in embarrassment was cutting it short. He had stopped rutting against his rigger’s body, opting on getting fully seated on his lap with Yunho’s fingers dragging slowly in and out of him.
“I asked you something, sweetheart. Answer me,” Yunho ordered in a stern commanding voice.
“S-sorry Sir, mhmn ah-” his rigger added another finger. “I u-usually fu-fuck myse-elf before co- ah -ming here, s-so I do-on’t cum all oh-ver your pretty ro-opes…” he confessed mortified.
“What?” The rigger never felt more prideful on behalf of his favourite good boy. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, princess?”
He did not answer, too lost in the pleasure because of the now four fingers stretching him open.
“You know, I’ve been wondering how good my cock would feel completely sheathed in you for the longest time,” he rasped while he opened the fly of his pants with one hand and took out his veiny, hard cock, at last. The rigger smirked. “Look at me, pretty, we could have done this a lot sooner if you just had said the magic words.”
“Sir, please, please, please…”
Yunho’s hand left his sub’s body and reached for the drawer where he stored his condoms.
“No…”
“No?”
“I want y-you. We- we’re both clean, Sir,” he slurred as he started to hump over his lap once again. “Please, fill me up.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll indulge you,” instead of the drawer, he went for the lube again, pouring generously over his hand to spread it out on his painfully hard cock. Yunho looked between their bodies and pushed his sub’s body up a bit, just enough to align his reddened tip to Mingi’s rim. “Ready?”
“More than I’ve ever been, Sir.”
With the affirmation he needed, Yunho wasted no more time and removed the hand that held Mingi’s body over his. His sub moaned sweetly against his mouth when he lurched forward to kiss the rigger while he bottomed out and accommodated Yunho’s big and girthy shaft inside him. His tongue seeking his own to suck at, getting a taste of the rigger whilst he rearranged his insides. Greedly, Mingi started to ride him, getting to hold himself at the headrest to maintain his rhythm, hands still tied together.
Minutes dragging by, it seemed that his sub never faltered in strength and energy but Yunho ran impatient once again. Circling Mingi’s pretty, delicate but muscled waist, impossibly small under his touch, he thrusted harder upwards, taking his sub by surprise.
“Yunho!” He screamed his name so lusciously as he deepened his thrusts, Yunho thought that he couldn’t get enough of hearing out his favourite sub’s voice. “Yes, please, yes!”
Every word, every gasp, every sound coming from him hyped him up and he fastened his movements. Mingi was a mess of half formed words, drool and tears all over him, asking for more and more. The position he held strained his glutes with every thrust. Now, Yunho was the one getting tired, though.
“Princess, I want you to keep holding onto the headrest, do not move unless I say so, do you hear me?”
Mingi nodded, instantly whining when his rim gaped around nothing as Yunho slipped out of him. Yunho kissed his pout away in a promise of not taking long to come back and get him stuffed once again. Struggling a bit, Yunho slided down the mattress, going in through Mingi's legs. He stopped briefly to kiss his angry and neglected tip, loving how his sub whimpered prettily at the shallow contact. His precum tasted salty, like the best delicacy he has ever tasted. Yunho promised to no one in particular that one day he would suck his favourite sub off until he came undone down his throat.
He managed to position himself behind Mingi, kneeling on one knee between his legs as he thrusted back inside him without any further warning. Surely, as expected, Mingi broke in a symphony of oh’s and ah’s, breathing haphazardly as Yunho took a hold of his hips and started thrusting harder, moving his hips backwards so only the tip has left inside and slamming it back in with determination.
“Yu- Yunho! I’m gonna… mmhm ah! I’m-” he said, choking over his words. “Please, I’m gonna cum-”
Yunho took his cock out once again and flipped his sub over the mattress, cock resting over his abs, leaking like a faucet. Yunho hooked his sub’s legs around his waist as he went at it again, this time entering him slowly, painfully so. Mingi whined once again at the stretch while Yunho held his joined arms over the pillow, pounding into him at a sweet torturous pace. Every thrust felt like the last, sensing his own climax dragging closer. The closer he got, the more erratic his thrusts became, his legs threatening to collapse over Mingi’s body. His sub moaned once again, squirming under his hold. Yunho decided to let go of his arms in favour of giving his dick a few strokes.
Mingi’s arms flew around his neck again, driving their mouths together and sharing a hot kiss filled with unspoken words and promises.
He felt it before he saw it.
Mingi’s body tensed under his own, parting their lips fleetingly as he dragged a loud, delicious moan from the back of his throat. The muscle of his rim spasmed around Yunho, finally tearing out his own orgasm, his vision painted white and a hot, warm feeling exploding in his navel. He finally deflated over Mingi, staining his vest further by laying right over his sub’s abundant ropes of cum painting the expanse of his chest.
Maybe he dozed off or maybe they both did, but after a few moments of simply not moving, exertion clinging to every muscle of his body, he remembered why he was considered one of the best riggers out there. With the most care in the world, he pulled out his softening cock from Mingi. The sub whined at the loss but didn’t open his eyes, clearly still basking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Yunho reached for his wrists, untying his tie from around them with tenderness. He proceeded to do the well practiced routine that he always did after every scene. The rigger massaged the sore muscles of Mingi’s arms and brought them down for them to rest horizontally. He stood up from the bed, a clear intention of going to the bathroom to get his sub clean, but an arm stopped him, hooking it around his leg.
“Please don’t leave me, Yunho,” Mingi said in a deep, raspy voice from all the moaning.
“Hey, I'm not going anywhere, Mingi,” he assured. “I just want to clean you so you feel more comfortable.” Yunho explained.
“Carry me to the bathroom?” he pouted. How could he say no to that pretty face of his?
He picked him up, princess style, and carried him to the bathroom. Once inside, Yunho left him leaning against the sink while he damped a cloth with warm water. Wringing out the excess, the rigger kneeled in front of his sub so he could wipe him clean completely. Like with everything, he took his time cleaning his sub’s body, caressing his soft skin as he passed the cloth over and over his flushed skin, making sure not one single drop of cum stained his precious skin. He started by the ropes of his own cum rolling down his sub’s legs, oozing sinfully from inside him. He ran the cloth from down his calves to over his knees, repeating the movement for each leg even if the skin was not stained.
“Open, sweetheart,” he asked, poking playfully on Mingi’s inner thigh so he could reach better between his legs. He squeezed out the cloth under the tap water to freshen and warm it up again as he kneeled back down to resume his work and wipe out the remnants of his weakness. Painstakingly slow, he moved from his legs to his dick, now soft. Paying it no mind when it threatened to stir awake in interest at every wipe of the cloth over his tip. He ignored it and stood once again, hooking his hands on Mingi’s ass so he could sit him over the counter. Mingi leaned his head and shoulders on the mirror while the rigger dampened the cloth once again, focusing on the dried up patches of Mingi’s cum all over his abs and chest.
When he was content with his job, he picked up a fluffy towel and patted dry all over Mingi’s skin. The subtle bruises of their previous session already started to paint his sub’s frame beautifully. He wanted to kiss every bruise better. He intended to just do so when Mingi spoke.
“Aren’t you gonna take that off?” He said with something akin to regret on his face. “Sorry, I ruined it.”
Yunho checked himself in the mirror but instead of being disgusted, he found it artsy in its special way. His pants were still undone, the white button up wrinkled everywhere, sleeves still rolled up his elbows and the obviously ruined black vest, nothing a good wash wouldn’t fix.
“Mingi, can I take a picture?” His sub looked surprised but just nodded at him. As fast as he could, he fetched his camera and told Mingi to lean on against the mirror again. Yunho lifted the camera in front of his face and aimed the focus at the rigger in the mirror. He framed half of Mingi’s body in his field of sight and pressed the shutter, portraying perfectly the the wrecked state of his sub and his own dishevelled appearance in one picture. The second time he pressed the shutter, he focused on his vest. Two pictures were enough, so he left the camera somewhere safe and turned all his attention to his favourite sub. “Thank you, princess.”
Mingi just huffed contently. Yunho took his vest off, dumping it in the laundry basket and stepped closer to him. He placed himself between his sub’s legs and cradled his cheek into his palm, making the younger man look at him. One look was all it took because, at the same time, both of them leaned in for a tender kiss, their lips meeting in the middle. No rush, no urgency, just them and their bodies speaking without the need of using any words. Yunho parted their lips and flushed their foreheads together, taking in deep breaths.
“Do you want your usual?”
His sub nodded against his face and let the rigger manhandle him back to bed where he buried him under the same insane amount of blankets. Yunho fetched back the snacks and the glass of water and got the rim close to Mingi’s lips. His Addam’s apple bobbed up and down with each gulp, spilling some of the water from the corner of his mouth, running down his throat and disappearing into the blankets.
“Thank you, Yunho.”
“My pleasure.”
“Hug me?”
“As you wish,” the rigger answered, fond of how soft his sessions with Mingi always ended with some cuddling, even taking in consideration that today was really different to their usual ones. He positioned himself as he always did, opening the cocoon just barely to fit inside and around Mingi, spooning him from behind.
“Yunho…”
“Yes, princess?”
“Would you wanna go on a date with me?