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You are an idiot. A voice in his head tells him as he stares at the ripples of mottled transparent water, reflecting the earthy stones beneath it.
Beomgyu can only scoff at that. There's nothing off about the other side of the riverbank that suggests anything out of the ordinary. Just unadultured nature at its finest. And as a sucker for nature, Beomgyu easily gives in after mulling over it.
There is a small village he lives in. It is next to an ample river stocked with big fish and delicious sea critters on a large hill. It is small, with a population less than 700. Most people harbor their own food and grow their crops. There is no school or any major businesses, for that, one must take a drive to one of the neighboring larger cities a short distance away. The village is enclosed with beautiful flora and friendly fauna so vibrant. The community was friendly, and everyone knew each other like the back of their heads.
Personally Beomgyu has lived here almost most of his life, with a good deal of friends since high school. Beomgyu had a good life, and no reason than sheer curiosity (and the witts of proving silly stories wrong) to cross the threshold to the unknown as he stood on warm sand just by the bank of the babbling river.
The village is almost so perfect you might forgo the left side of the river he so stares at right now. While upon first glance it looks like a normal forest that just borders the other side. Just nestled beneath there is a dense layer of fog and trees are deader and barren (or, so the legends say). When he was a young boy, he almost dared to cross the river through a shallow pass of round rocks. That was before his mother snagged him by the scruff of his collar and told him; don’t ever go through that side! With little context because it was common knowledge and in this case, a mother merely correcting her son.
As Beomgyu would grow older his rascal side would die down a little. Like a wilting flower. That’s when he would become aware of the townsfolk's bumbling stories of the forest, that slightly foggy side bordered by chirping birds and skittering insects as though they weren’t bothered what hid behind. Again. Supposedly. Now, Beomgyu has read his fair share of stories especially of the fairytale variety and that's just what it sounds like.
That is a stupid name, he always thought to himself. Couldn't come up with anything more interesting?
Everyone murmured evil things went on there, and as most were heavily religious swore there were demons hiding beneath whippet-thin trees and dead leaves on the ground. They said one little boy wandered in there and never came back. As if the parents were smart enough not to let their seven year old out of sight anyway. Another girl said she saw her father hung on a tree, dangling and clerely. An old man with dementia said he lived close by and heard howling-there are no wolves in these parts-every night.
There was no other, apparent, or at the very least mentioned reason. The forest was just a bad place, one where souls went to die and smog covered the sky. Rumors were passed like campfire stories. Everyone always had something to say about it, no questions were asked and it was common knowledge to never go across the leftside river even when the fish were plentiful.
Beomgyu, at eighteen, was about to prove otherwise. That it was probably just hysteria. He didn’t tell his friends Kai or Yeonjun this. He took it upon himself on a July day, the river was shallow enough that he probably found the same spot it happened when he was nine. Beomgyu wore a pair of cargo shorts and a tee, with a small satchel of things including his phone and his wallet. It looked almost the exact same as he was younger. The low bush still overhung the bank, foxgloves dotted the sides and he could see small fishies swimming the gentle current. The sight was still a beauty on the eyes and it made him smile softly.
This is so dumb.
He put his moppy intermediate brown hair into a ponytail, trying to get the bangs out of his face so he could see better.
The day was warm and beautiful, not a single feathery or wispy cloud to be spotted in the sky. The sun shone down and his feet against the soft sand felt like heaven until he had to pass the rounded rocks without slipping. All the beautiful bushes and shadows fell upon the noon sun, giving everything a fleck more life.
This section of the bank was considerably far, far away from the village so no one would see him. Walking across the narrow valley of gentle water took very few steps because the ground was elevated and easy to traverse.
A jittery nervousness fell upon his being once he climbed up the other hilly side. He almost slipped because of riverbank mud, but he wasn't sure if that was why.
It's just dumb rumors. It's probably nothing, and I'll prove them wrong.
Sure enough, the other side was sprawling with life. There seemed to be no barrier where the world stops like they said.
Inside his chest a pull tugged at his heart, he inhaled some sweet pollen from a nearby flower that was rather fruity. He felt drawn to all the sounds of critters and birds in the trees, and the sweet smells coming from the flora. With that he trudged deeper and fell onto a path worn down and narrow enough for his two feet to follow.
"I'll be okay." He told himself.
🌿
Beomgyu didn't know when it happened, but at some point the polychromatic shades of vibrant green on all the plant life turned paler, a weird transition into total grayness. He was still entranced by that sweet pollen smell, so it took him a while longer to notice. It was like he blinked and all of a sudden everything around him became monochromatic stupor. Dead leaves crunched beneath his boots. The trees became whippet-thin with bare branches, and a fog settled over. The bushes on the ground were no more than erect sticks. Other than a plethora of crunchy leaves jagged sticks and rocks only covered the Earth. Not even a single, lonesome strand of green grass.
That’s weird, Beomgyu thought, slightly perturbed. He still continued on his way. He ignored the weird feeling brewing in the pit of his belly.
Logically, he knew he should turn around. God knows what could be out here, if it became so weird and dead like that.
Why do I still smell that pollen?
Beomgyu ignored how his mouth watered a little at it. It was aromatic and subtle yet effortlessly strong. It almost smelled like a sakura branch. Wherever he went, it seemed to follow.
Above him, the trees might have been naked but their widow branches were sometimes thick and strong enough to create dark shadows against the ground. Even more so, the fog got so thick it turned the sky above from blue, to pale gray, molting into a thick haze of darkness. It made any seeable distance greatly blurry. Every direction his head turned while assessing the surroundings all he spotted were the trees with their barks a shade of white or gray. A stark contrast to the epitome of summer before.
Beomgyu had only walked for half an hour. The birds were dead silent, not even a crow could be heard–only the gentle wind blanketing everything in dark fog. Not only that, it got extremely cold. If not for only a couple miles behind him being summer in full-swing the atmosphere mimicked a dead silent winter. He looked back as though he could spot what the first of the forest was like, alas coming up with nothing but murky grey.
There was no life out here. Not anymore. Summer was gone and dead. Maybe he started to understand why the townsfolk made up their little rumors, after all, who wouldn't be disturbed?
But, Beomgyu felt like a bloodhound sniffing out a trail. I smell it still. The pollen.
And it drove him crazy. He shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts. He was weak for it. It was like something infected him and he could not resist its pungent odor.
The hairs on his skin stood up. They weren’t lying about this place being a little creepy. Why would there just be a dead zone across a healthy river like this? Not a single peep of life. Not a single ounce of color. The smell never left, it entranced him. Every inhale he could nearly taste fruity pollen on his tongue, almost like the pungent roses his grandma owned in her garden or again, a sakura budding from a branch.
God dammit, stop it!
The entire walk, even while feeling unnerved, he hoped something a little more exciting happened. There were no freaky ghosts or demons chasing him. No yellow or blood-red eyes peeking between the trees. No wolves howling or freakish wendigos hunting him down. He kept waiting but nothing happened until the path he carefully followed took him to a nice clearing.
What a disappointment.
It was jagged and bordered dirt enclosed by dead bushes. It signaled the end of this path and there was really no reason to continue on.
When he was just about to turn around something caught his eye.
He had nearly stepped on a pretty little flower.
"Well, hello there little guy." He said to it, leaning down. Upon closer examination, it was weird. A hot pink in color, small but noticeable against monochromatic scenery. He had to reel himself from shock at such an unnatural thing, almost other worldly. Something else he couldn't put his finger on-
Oh, hell, that's where the smell is coming from!
He took a big huff of it, lips curling in a smile. He felt compelled enough to pluck the voidly neon flower, grasping it between his fingers with little care and more whimsical joy than anything else. He whined when he forgoed to notice the jagged spikes from its stem, as one embedded itself into the soft skin of his thumb. Beomgyu could feel the warm rush of blood ready to prick out and swelling the area "Ah! Youch!" He whined.
There was something really wrong in his gut.
But doesn't the flower smell so nice?
So, he tried to pull away and resist its pungent smell. It did funny things to his stomach and heart, why is it fluttering?
“Eh?” Beomgyu muttered, yanking again. It was as if his fingers were hot-glued to the stem. “Oh, fuck!” He cried out. Nothing could prepare his eyes for what sprouted out of its stems. Whatever it was, it was equally just as thorny and wrapped around his wrist until he was forced to the ground, chained by the stem. He watched in absolute horror while the thing twisted and turned around his wrist like a snake.
A cold sweat broke over his body. He tugged and tasseled with the thing that wouldn’t budge. The thorns were pressing outwards thankfully but still equally as spikey. Beomgyu was forced to sit on the cold, gritty ground trying to stave off a panic attack as he realized it was bonded to him. “Damn bitch–” He swore. Why wouldn't it come apart. "Get off!" he yelled.
Crunch.
You’re so stupid. Wanting to explore a ‘cursed’ forest and surprised when something actually happens?
His heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s nervous hiccuping wings. He could feel the flush of warmth and sweat collect everywhere all at once, why- won't it- "Ow!"
Crunch.
He made out a shrill sounding shriek, deeply dampened into the swallowing atmospheric fog. “God– God dammit!”
Crunch.
Beomgyu got the bright idea to stand up and stomp it down. He did so with great effort, slamming the heel of his boots and wiggling it to sever the vine. A horribly uncomfortable half-leaning position that some way or another worked. The rush was intoxicating, Beomgyu wholly prepared to flee once what was left of it dangled off his wrist. The flower wilted and shriveled up to the ground. Beomgyu scrunched his nose and took a moment to collect himself.
Crunch–
The rustle of leather. Beomgyu was not aware he was being watched, until the being made themselves known behind him.
"Ack!"
Big, strong arms wrapped around the front of his lithe torso. He could smell heady leather and musk, along with hot enclosed breathing in his ear. "There, there..." A deep voice said, it leaned over while keeping him in hold to pluck the flower and press it up against his nose, forcing him to take big gulps of inhalation. "Don't you like the smell?" Beomgyu, in his stupor of terror, couldn't see him fiddling with it to produce even more pollen. Upon inhaling, Beomgyu felt a lax sensation travel through his body, making something warm pool in his belly. Tears momentarily filled his little eyes, they traveled up to the large body behind him. In his periphery he could see dark clothing obscuring his face.
"I- huh... ?"
"Shhh," the guy let the flower drop to the ground. "I'll be careful with you, but they know they don't want you in here. Normally...I like to chase off the wanders but...you? I kind of like you. Come on, turn around for me. Let me see you." They jostled his stiff body to face them. Beomgyu drew his head back with wide eyes. For once he could see the person's lack of face. Instead of a human face there was a mask covering it, sooty black with little multiple slits at eye level. The mask had jagged, large thorns surrounding it on every side. Beomgyu's mouth dropped.
Why am I not that scared? Why is he kind of...
This is how I die. Beomgyu recited to himself. Seriously, why do I feel so...warm..?
A frission of goosebumps rose on his skin. Whether they were from true fear or not, he was scared to admit.
The person was also a lot broader and bigger than him. He smelt like leather and iron, a musky scent slipping between the fibers of dark fabric. His hands were obscured by large gloves which wrapped around the slender frame that composed his back. Even if he could not see their eyes, he felt the pressing weight rolling across his body. In his state of stillness, Beomgyu didn't even try to wriggle free.
Even though Beomgyu should be afraid, he wasn't. Maybe a bit spooked but...
Why does he like this? More warmth collected in his gut. He was horrified to admit what it was. So many panicky questions tumbled from his tongue but never escaped.
"You're cute. What's your name?"
Beomgyu felt like refusing to answer. The pressing weight still rose before his body so he felt like he had to. "U-um. M-my name- name is- B-Beomgyu-" He stuttered, drawing his head back for the slightest bit of distance.
Hm.
"Beomgyu, Beomgyu..." They tested the name on their tongue.
"Such a pretty thing. What got you here anyhow, Beomgyu?" They inquired. Their voice was likely male, sonorous and a bit velvet-like. A soothing voice for an extremely intimidating stature.
Beomgyu didn't know if he could properly form the words caught in his throat. "I- I was just curious?"
"That's what they always say, same story, then they find me." He let out a deep and boisterous chuckle sounding from the deepest pits of his throat. "I can't complain you're.. Oh, hell."
Damn, I'm aroused.
Why?
Beomgyu wish he knew why. This isn't like him. But, to be caressed like this- God. He hadn't even had his first kiss yet, he liked guys. Guys didn't want Beomgyu though. There's just something about his aura that really turns Beomgyu on. He feels like one of those boys in inappropriate mangas being held by a big man, even if logically he was not much larger. The nervous stupor he fell into wasn't because of fear at all.
He thinks back to that weird flower and the pollen he inhaled.
Shit. Surely...
His stomach does another swoop.
This isn't him. At least not entirely. The hormones in his brain are just going whack. The realization doesn't scare Beomgyu though, like it should. He's just aware that now, he has a very noticeable problem growing in his shorts. One if the stranger were paying attention, might notice, because of their bodies drawn close together.
"I'll take care of you..."
Beomgyu was so lost in his head he failed to notice anything going around him until the stranger manhandled him. They dragged him across the ground, snaps and crunch! of leaves or twigs which broke under their combined weight. Beomgyu's nose was pressed right against that musky leather suit. He whined loudly, confused and a little peturbed beyond belief.
Sure enough, his back hit hard bark and he was let out his hold. The impact made him grunt. The course texture of the bark through his thin tee dug into it.
The stranger pulled away, fully clad in a sooty black outfit without a single inch of skin shown. Even if the sun was up above and fog densely clung to the ground, a large shadow of his frame enclosed Beomgyu's buzzing body.
Faintly, Beomgyu noticed he was being pressed against a pink tree. He briefly looked up to see the spindley whippet-thin network of branches extending from its base. Different from the other trees most certainly. His eye twitched. Stumbling upon thousands of strings of panicking, confused thoughts bouncing in his head.
What's happening!
Why am I not scared!
He thought, for a second, he might have a genuine panic attack. Despite how his chest inflated and deflated like a balloon, it never came. There was a heavy weight sitting on his chest instead, he knew he had no where to run. Would the stranger hurt him? Kill him?
Then his gaze fell back down to the stranger who stood in front of him. They were not taller than him, just had a broader frame.
But then...what did they mean 'take care of me'?
It made him further realize, the outfit also had smaller thorns or spikes jutting out from the wings of his shoulder blades, around the neck, and his gloved arms were more like armor with spikes all directions except for the underside. They wore heavy boots. All of the outfit was clearly purposed to hiding whoever was beneath.
What. The. Fuck.
His cock twitched, blood steadily rushing south the louder his pulse grew. A dangerous look, it turned him on. He wished it didn't but the bodily reactions and heady syrup filling the cracks of his brain said otherwise. This was what made him whimper and grimace his head to the side, steeling for whatever came next. "If you're gonna kill me just do it all ready! I'm sorry!"
The person's muffled voice sighed deeply. Exasperated.
The stranger extended his fingers, a rippling and shaking in the ground resounded. More hot pink thorns extended themselves from the ground surrounding Beomgyu pressed against the tree. They were kind but firm as they twisted around his wrists to lock them in place around the tree. So as his ankles, they were forced to spread wide and upon their succession went limp. Firmly clutched against the extensions "Shit!" He cursed, struggling against their hold. It all happened so fast he couldn't comprehend it. He was being pinned to a tree via vines or...thorns, also pink. They reminded Beomgyu of the flower he plucked. Maybe the stranger was an otherwordly deity connected to it, how else would he find him?
There was something really... hot about it. The position mildly registered uncomfortable and he couldn't move an inch besides his upper torso. His hands were locked all around the tree since it's bark was only intermediate in girth. Beomgyu quickly realized struggling was fruitless. He felt like a lover being chained to a bed in his wildest fantasies. A lover entangled by thorns.
"Such a pretty little darling, but... I must admit..." The stranger reached up and fiddled to tug the mask off and drop it to the ground.
Beomgyu wasn't ready for the sight. Well. All of this was very bizarre and the pollen he huffed did not help.
The fog around them cleared as it fell with a thunk. The person's face was much more human than the otherworldly shape the mask was before, all square and wide. His cheekbones were round and high, with cupid-bow pink lips and small, delicate eyes. They had no pupil, just a wide mass of hot pink. Beomgyu was noticing a theme. His hair looked like duck-fluff in texture, was short, and a bleached platinum blonde that had seen better days. There were no dark roots, so maybe the angle-like shade was another feature to his otherworldly looks.
In other words- he was ethereal. Probably not a real human, he looked like a fallen angel. A fallen angel who'd somehow ended up like this in the land of decay, controlling thorns with his fingers.
Beomgyu felt heat rise to his cheeks. Soobin's eyes fell to the swell in his cargo shorts, small but still enough to be noticed by an added sag. Beomgyu felt so hard, it hurt, and now that the stranger saw it? God.
Something is wrong with me.
Because Beomgyu wanted him to see how hard he was, how he felt, be it intentional or not. The thorns around his limbs were starting to ache but it was drowned out and doused with more stomach flutters violently unfurling in his tummy.
"The mask gets hot sometimes. I swear, it makes me a different person." The ethereal boy finished as he approached Beomgyu's rigid body. "I don't wanna seem mean, I just want to make you feel good. You did stumble upon here, after all. You probably have a lot of questions, but I'm not here to answer those~"
"You're- very pretty..." Beomgyu stuttered, averting his eyes. "I do but... wow."
"Why, thank you. You can call me Soobin." He tilted his head, closing his eyes with a tiny smile that made him seem innocent. "I see how I'm making you feel, Beomgyu."
Soobin.
Such a pretty name- oh, hell. His rampaging thoughts were silenced.
Soobin cupped his face with a smile. He brought their lips together in a searing kiss. Beomgyu melted into it, he had gotten so hard. The uncomfortable thorns that bound his ankles and wrists faded into the background. He missed how the sky was no longer fogged and instead a dusky shade of pale aqua, letting beams of sunlight ray their bodies. The kiss lasted for as long as it did because Beomgyu had little perception of time, enraptured by Soobin's soft lips. They tasted like the pollen that brought him to venture further.
He was awestruck. There had to be some sort of cupid's arrow stuck somewhere but there wasn't. All he could taste was peach from the other's lips and sticky fruit against his swell palate from the pollen. The origins of why his heart was struck like fingers against a harp. Or, why is stomach kept rolling. Not even in a violent way. More like the roll of a cat's belly chasing the sunlight on a summer day like today,
The weight on his chest disappeared. It felt like all those conflicted, bad feelings just turned into stardust imploding to smithereens.
Soobin broke away only for a breath, and dove back in. This time, he used his tongue to explore his mouth. The wet muscle ran over his pearly teeth and deeper to brush against his tongue. Beomgyu was sloppy but tried, rubbing their tongues together until globs of spit ran down his chin. Still been taken by surprise Beomgyu moaned into the intense kiss. The little muscles in his body jittered with delightful feelings but they were bound by the agonizing weight of restraining thorns. He had no choice but to feel Soobin's wandering hands. They were rough against his skin when they skid under his shirt to feel him up.
By the time bliss was over, Beomgyu was so damn in love. He felt like a young teenage boy experiencing all the wonders of a first girlfriend to give him something he didn't know he was adverse to. With Soobin? It felt right.
"Do you regret coming here?" Soobin pulled away, eyes raking over his wrecked sight, using his palm to force his chin up to look into his amorous, sultry gaze. The face did not fit the rest of the armored body. With his other hand he continued tracing the contours of his stomach. Prodding his tender nipples. It drew a shaky whimper. He sounded like a little virgin in an obscure porn film. There were so many feelings at once it was hard to pinpoint which one made him feel the best.
Why.
Why.
Why?
This isn't right! His brain internally fought. Get away!
Run!
Hide!
There's...no where to run.
No one's here to find you.
Beomgyu shook his head. And hell, he was being truthful as could be.
"Do you mind if I..." Soobin did not finish his sentence. He stepped away until there was a nice pillow of space between them. He flexed his gloved, clawed fingers until more thorns spindled out the ground in front of him. Beomgyu's heart stuttered. One of them dove right for him and brutally began to shred through the upper layer of clothing.
"Ow!"
The fabric fell to the ground. Once the thorns several feet longer than his entire body saw this, it curled around him. Beomgyu winced when some of them were just barely grazing his soft peachy skin with their razor-sharp thorns.
"Shh, the pain will go away."
Beomgyu felt nothing but utter arousal from the pain as it grew to engulf his frame, crawling to his neck. Beomgyu felt horrified by his reaction. Soobin saw the swell of a bulge hanging in his shorts as he continued to control the beastly stems. He felt like the sacred image of Christ nailed to a cross. Except instead of nails, he was bound by pulsating thorny extensions almost all across his body now. His feeble human mind couldn't fathom such magic but here he was, the thorns lightly constricted his neck and forced him to crane it fully.
And he loved it.
Soobin admired his work. "I know you like it, but I can't risk you running away from me."
I can't run away from him.
Not now.
Beomgyu felt shaky from excitement at the though.
"I- touch me."
...
"Please?"
Soobin walked over, snagging his pants down and making sure to stare right in his glowing eyes while his hands fished around. Beomgyu threw his head back, mop of hair obscuring his face due to the gravity. Soobin's hand was warm and the sensation of subtle roughness from the gloves had him jerking his hips. Soobin pumped him and upon doing so, Beomgyu knew he wouldn't last long. "Doing so good, asking me." Soobin remarked. "Of course I will~"
"Hnghh-"
Soobin went to fondling his round, little balls to stroking him from the base up. The side of the heavy claws twisted around his tip like he was openly a bottle cap. Back down to the start and repeat. Each twist and turn of his experienced hand had him panting harder. Not moaning. Trying to take gigantic gulps of air interval to miniscule whines being punched out from the deepest pits of his gut. There was electricity extending from his guy to every network of veins. He felt the syrupy pleasure unfurl like the bloom of a flower. He felt thick globs of pre-cum spill from his compressed dick. Soobin further used that to lubricate his pumps.
Beomgyu let out a tiny moan, face instantly flushing from embarrassment. Of course he jerked himself off before but it was different when someone else was doing it. Beomgyu almost felt embarrassed but the tingles crawling up his veins were undeniable.
"Close?"
"Y-Yeah!" Beomgyu squeaked high in decibel, taking a big breath out to try and stave off the overwhelming shore of pleasure.
"Such a cute little cock you have. It's so small, it can fit in my hand. Don't you notice that?"
Beomgyu had trouble responding but he did notice it. Soobin's big, rough hand was padded thick and nearly engulfed the little thing. He wasn't a grower or shower but somehow felt safe enough in his grasp. Beomgyu whined again. He struggled to do anything but grit his teeth due to the constraints.
For each breath he felt the thorny extension rub against his skin.
Soobin pumped his dick harder until heat coiled and bubbled in his gut.
Soobin wouldn't stop murmuring little praises.
"You're doing so good."
"Good boy."
"C'mon, I know you can do it."
"I bet your little hole's gonna be so nice to stretch!"
Soobin was in the midst of palming him at thrice the speed. Beomgyu felt his breath hot against his neck, and it was clear he was enjoying this too. "Think you can come?" He asked husky.
Beomgyu felt his locked hips tighten. "I- uh..."
Right on the edge.
Soobin harshly digged his thumb into his slit. The overstimulation of it all caused violent shudders and whimpering whines clawed from his throat. Soobin kept his gloved hand there, face shoved in his neck, while massaging his tip until spurts of gooey come came out. Nothing could prepare Beomgyu to see all the stars in the sky in broad daylight. For as hard as he shut his eyes he apparently could. The warmth that exploded fizzled out as the tremors slowed down and a sticky warmth coated Soobin's palm.
Soobin slipped his hand out, lewdly bringing the fingers up to his lips and making Beomgyu suck all the come up.
Soobin grinned, watching Beomgyu struggle to fight the urge to gag when he curled them towards the rough bumpy pad of his tongue.
Tasting his own sweetness, it was salty. Beomgyu choked until spit dribbled down.
When Soobin was satisfied he pulled his finger away. He snagged the rest of Beomgyu's pants down to exposing his drooping cock and sagging balls without any warning. Beomgyu hummed and ran his tongue to explore the fading taste of rough leather and his own come.
From the one orgasm, Beomgyu felt too tired to even respond when Soobin grabbed a pocket knife and cut one of the thorns free. Upon one being severed, all the others shriveled up back into the moist Earth. Beomgyu slid with a thump against the ground. The thorns made no peep but caused the ground to shake when they drew back in the soft soil of Earth.
Beomgyu shuddered. He could now clearly see red marks across his wrists and torso, scratch and scuff marks that only subtly burned. Beomgyu rolled onto his back with a little whine, tears beading his eyes.
Soobin crouched down, taking his jaw in hand. "You look so pretty, all bruised like this..."
Beomgyu's lip wobbled into a wavering smile. He felt.
Beautiful.
Loved.
In a twisted, fucked up sense. He felt giddy and high from the pollen. It almost instantly made him achingly hard all over again.
The warm beam of sunlight swept over his body. Out the corner of his eye he could see he was still heeling the large pink tree against the grey ground. Beomgyu became fully naked when Soobin discarded the bunched undergarments clad to his ankles. It revealed fresh, red marks swollen just like his wrists where they were the sharpest.
"I'm gonna make you feel really good for the first time, alright?"
Beomgyu, dizzy with pleasure, nodded. He had a clue, he was going to get raped against the ground while his mind buzzed with blissfully unaware serenity. For every time his stomach did the swoop he couldn't discern between it being good or bad. Soobin used his rough hands to spread his lithe thighs wide. Beomgyu could see streaked rivulets of come sun drying across his stomach. Soobin pressed his wet tongue against his puckered hole.
Beomgyu jerked. There was no good feeling yet, but his drunken mind didn't care.
"Shit," Soobin cursed. "You taste even better down here."
Soobin began lapping at his hole, until the muscle gradually loosened. He heard the hungry slurping noises Soobin made while working him open with an excess amount of spit. Beomgyu felt so good, sometimes Soobin's nose would rub against the base of his soft balls and it made him jerk up with pleasure. It didn't take long for more blood to refill his cock into something soft and sweeter melting at the edges. Beomgyu had never experienced this kind of pleasure, he didn't even know what it would take to ease him up for a hearty cock to slip inside and abuse him.
But.
Why did Beomgyu want this?
Why does it turn me on?
His eyes were carefully trained on Soobin's sexy face bringing his hand up to bite his left glove off by the finger. He pulled it up, and tossed the thing to the side. It had no reason to be as hot as it was, Beomgyu had to look away from getting too flustered. Beneath the spiked gloves, which it was a miracle they didn't brush against his body, his hand was smaller and pale. There were still a paradox of questions his aroused state didn't want to bother with. Soobin fished out a bottle of what was presumed to be lube and squirted a gentle amount.
"You went quiet on me. Don't do that." Soobin nudged his thigh, taking him by surprise with a finger slipping in his rim. It was dry even with the amount of spit Soobin wet his mouth with. The lube felt cold and he could tell the difference when the wet finger slid inside.
"I'unno what to say... oof! C-cold!"
"Tell me how much you like it?" Soobin suggested with little mirth. "Yeah, lube will do that. I want you to feel as good as possible.
"I can't feel anything yet."
Soobin huffed. He was kind of cute albeit unnerving the way he just stared at Beomgyu. That finger continued twisting and turning as he put more lubricant and massaged it. Beomgyu was slack-jawed against the ground, knees feeling shaky.
Was he upset?
"I- I've never had someone do this to me before..."
"I figured." Soobin shrugged, working him open. Beomgyu didn't feel much besides a curious finger exploring his warm insides. It seemed a little weird. "Do you... well, shit, you don't have a clue do you?"
Beomgyu shook his head. "I know you're going to put your cock in me. Won't it be dry?"
Soobin let out a guffawed laugh. "My, my... Not with lube."
"Don't worry your pretty little head." Soobin spoke after. He was fighting a wicked smile. Beomgyu didn't have to see it to feel it, behind him. Always there. Never leaving. He was torn but drunk on previous pleasure.
Beomgyu jolted. There was a spark of pleasure that hit him like a freight train. It made his thighs jiggle from the sudden movement all the way down to his wavering calves.
"A-ah!"
"There it is. A bit further up than I thought."
Beomgyu was overtaken by immense bliss when the tip of Soobin's finger brushed against a squishy spot. It didn't feel like the rest. It was good enough it caused his cock to jump up and slap against his stomach. When Soobin found it, he repeatedly pressured it and maneuvered another nimble finger to breach his rim. His walls sucked up all the moisture even when more globs of lube entered him. It was getting to a point where the odd feeling bled into uncomfortable territory. He heard Soobin mutter a curse just under his breath when he felt the sticky resistance. Beomgyu unintentionally fluttered his hole to draw them in deeper, when in reality it just made everything inside his guts dry up.
Beomgyu's eyes fixated on the spidering pink branches above. Against the sun where fog lifted, they cast haunting and alien shadows to his tense body. The realization hit him. A pressing weight on his chest hit harder than any speeding freight train ever could. His eyes watered upon drawing as open and wide as saucers.
Something is wrong.
Why am I letting him do this?
What's wrong with me?
Why
Why
Why-
"Stop moving, bitch!" Soobin snarled above him.
He was so distracted, he missed Soobin yanking his fingers out. Soobin craned over him, then restraining his thrashing limbs. Soobin brought the same flower he supposedly was saving. It was crumpled and wilting to smithereens but nevertheless forced upon his nostrils. He choked on the scent. It smelt as warm as a dying spring and every fruit under the sun. His body locked up with stupor before the muscles relaxed with a warmth spilling all over. It was like a love virus infecting his body. The sweat that broke over was downright unbearable.
Soobin eased and cradled his face, one thick padded glove with terrifying spikes outwards and the other naked and bare. Beomgyu was forced to look in those eyes. Pink and alien yet so human all at the same time. Beomgyu felt himself entranced.
Caring.
Loving.
"I'm sorry. You kept tensing and squirming. Do you feel better now?" Soobin's apology was crocodile.
It was hard to resist. His vision swam, the ethereal face of the terrifying boy muddled together like a melting pot in his vision. Just like Beomgyu his face was decorated the spindeling webs of broken shadows and overarching branches.
"D-dizzy," he whimpered.
Soobin pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's gonna be okay now, alright?" As he said this, Soobin slipped a third finger until he was pressing down on that delicious spot again.
"Oh!"
"Like that?" Soobin grinned, kneeling between his splayed legs once more.
Beomgyu nodded.
It felt really nice.
Minutes turned into the grains of seconds slipped by. Beomgyu felt like he only blinked once before an indefinite amount of time fled by. "I think you're loose enough now- oh, oh yeah you are." Soobin giggled. Beomgyu closed his eyes when he registered the sound of a heavy zipper being snagged down after the clink of a belt coiling to the ground. "Don't look." Soobin said softly. Beomgyu was not stupid, by this point, he knew his inflected tone was a euphemism for a threat.
Beomgyu felt compelled to look after he said that, though. He knew what was happening. It was almost laughable he ended up in this situation because he wanted to prove some townsfolk wrong. "W-why?" He dared to ask.
He could only feel the all-encompassing stretch. It left his little mouth to open and crane his neck further out to reveal his pale throat. The tip slid in. Wow, It's...bigger than I thought-
Soobin grunted as he slipped in. The rustle of leather or other heavy material rustled. "Fuck."
The stretch was so unbelievably tight despite his efforts. Beomgyu whined when the pain began to form. It caused him to tense up and clench. The lube slathered around eased the fall but for some reason, it still felt like a vice was gripping inside him. Hard to distinguish, there was a force against his walls. Beomgyu didn't think of it as anything, to wrapped up in the throes of unadultered arousal and bizzarement.
Soobin slid in in one go. "Tightest- fuck, my goodness!"
Beomgyu's eyes flew open. All of a sudden, he became very full. He looked down at his body with morbid arousal and fear. Soobin pinned him down with his hands on either side of his body, engulfing him in a big shadow. Soobin didn't even bother to look at him, fixating his gaze overhead to a myriad of witnessing non-sentient trees. The silence surrounding them enclosed their sweaty bodies in a little bubble. Soobin adjusted, panting with his head just over his.
Beomgyu moaned. Soobin had slid all the way in before drawing out. Beomgyu started to kick his legs when he felt a prickling sensation along with the drag. Like before. He couldn't really see but Soobin had drawn out just enough for him to crane his head to the side. Then he saw it.
At the base of Soobin's cock were what looked to be small spikes, they matched the peachy tones. It was hard to see because of the engulfing shadow. Beomgyu reeled a little in shock, rolled back in when Soobin snapped his hips. "I'm gonna flip you over."
"Huh?!" Beomgyu had no say when he was jostled onto his knees, not quite laying on his belly but instead arching up in a taut bow. His ass was bared and upon this Soobin grabbed his cheeks and kneaded them. "Oughhh..." Beomgyu was totally out of it now. The pollen had dampened his brain, making him dumb and a drooling mess against the ground. "Oh, wo-ah, wow..."
Soobin found his steady rhythm. The impact was hard enough for a loud smack! smack! smack! to resound. He grunted, bringing their bodies full force and mounting him like a wild animal.
"Fuck. So good for me."
Beomgyu couldn't describe the feeling it brought him. He was tethered between pain and pleasure. The spikes, as terrifying as they were, didn't poke or jab him. They felt like the merely bristled especially against that spot he didn't know the name of. Every brush against it made soprano, staccato notes punch out from his throat with a slack jaw. "Ah, ah, ow, ah,"
Beomgyu couldn't resist the urge to meet Soobin's hips while he was absolutely pounded into. The only silence in the dead of the forest being heavy breaths, moans, and resounding smacks!
"Shh," Soobin put his gloved hand around his throat, forcing it back on the dry and barren ground. "You're taking it so good. Tell me how it feels." He whispered right in his ear.
"F-full, very full..." Beomgyu choked. The edge of his lashes dotting with pearly tears.
Soobin's hand slid from his neck to wrap around his little belly. Soobin felt the searing hand press down onto something firm and hard. Not 'something'. It was his bulging cock. Beomgyu jerked his upper torso. Not only had his wrist ached from before, up to his shoulders were growing weak from supporting himself. "Yeah. I can tell." It was nauseating.
Soobin grabbed ahold of his cock. It was firm and erect. There were so many tingling sensations traveling down every nerve in his body. The nerves, shaped like the tree that cast big shadows before them. He felt like he was going to collapse from exhaustion. Soobin pumped him a few times and he squirted small spurts of come to streak down to the ground, a much weaker orgasm before. It didn't feel as good either. Soobin wasn't done yet, and every good feeling flecked to dust inside him.
Soobin hadn't even cared about rolling his hips or positioning his tip to rub his prostate. No, he was desperate for release. One of the jagged spikes at the base had gotten irritated from the increasingly dry friction. The buffer of lube slipped between the cracks.. The reaction was instantaneous. Beomgyu let out a whiny yelp of pain. As if some fucked up way of soothing warmth exploded in his walls to take place of the lube.
Soobin came inside him.
"G-Good boy," he praised.
The fallout was less than graceful. Soobin pulled out, flipping Beomgyu back over so he could see his debauched state. Swollen lips, tears in his eyes, tousled hair and rosacea on every inch of his upper sweaty skin.
"You look so pretty, darling..." Soobin told him, with a rustle of fabric Soobin leaned down until he was right against his dripping ass full of cum. Beomgyu moaned, putting a hand over his eyes to shield from the beating sun. Soobin's hot breath beat against his fluttering, aching rim, until a wet tongue joined the sensation once more.
Soobin groaned while collecting mouthfuls of watery come and lube, slurping it up until he was satisfied. Soobin pulled away, grinning. His dumb angel cheeks were all puffy but. Something sorrowful passed over his gaze and he let out a sigh. Maybe it was content, maybe not. Beomgyu couldn't tell you much. The world around him was tilted on its axis. Spinning at an angle. It was hard to forget here he was, in the middle of the dead forest, have been raped... and drugged up with, god, some sort of flower?
Beomgyu was still panting like a dog. He was too dazed to feel anything another then the fallout. Soobin pressed a chaste kiss against his plump cheek. Beomgyu whined.
"I'm sorry but, I must go now, before they find us..." He said. The inflection of his voice was laced with longing, like a lover saying their final goodbye.
"H-huh?" Beomgyu mustered up the courage to look again.
Soobin had already stood up. He reached down to fetch the spiked, thorny mask and slipped it over his face and walked away.
"Where are you going- Soobin?!"
Soobin was already disappearing into the thin treeline that stretched every long and far.
Beomgyu sat up in a moment, reeling in shock. Whatever affect he was under dissipated like stardust. He thought he might be able to crush it with his fingers and let it slip through. With that came the fall of the fog again. It sat like a blanket off doom and obscured his vision surrounding his body in dusky white. Every ache and pain down to a cellular level came tenfold.
The ache in his wrist was sharp pain. They looked less than pretty against it, a sharp ring of friction with flecks of blood. His torso was worse with scratch marks cascading all around. His ass just hurt and gaped to the point of sheer uncomfortability sitting there open and reminiscent of all the come and lube dripping to the twigs. Beomgyu slumped forward with a whine. A pathetic one.
God, what had come of him?
How will I ever heal like this?
He hoped it was a dream. He was in too deep for it to be.
The pink, thick tree next to him stood tall and he rested against it until he was totally calm but... the feeling was odd. Strange. Bewildering. He rested against its hearty trunk, and if he closed his eyes and thought really hard maybe he could pretend he was a young teen again. Spending his days in his gramma's back yard. Watching her birdfeeders fill with sparrows, songbirds, and waxwings. If he was lucky he could spot a ashen-colored mourning dove and hear its mournful call in the evening.
He thought he'd feel scared to leave but he didn't. After standing up he searched for his torn clothes and...well, shit, he'd have to scamper back home like this. Luckily his satchel was near it so he didn't have to worry about that. So he snatched it, and scampered out on the same path.
Nothing happened but now...now Choi Beomgyu understood the rumors. Maybe they didn't know but, the truth something sinister was hiding wasn't a lie.
Regardless he got back to the fertile forest with buzzing crickets (it was evening? had it been that long) and chirping birds. The wind had picked up, so it swayed the polychromatic green leaves with loud wooshing.
The odd feeling residing in Beomgyu's chest was light as air when he got back to the river. He knew later he'd be affected worse. But, that didn't matter now did it?