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Coming home from a long performance was supposed to be relaxing. A time where Hyunjin would get smothered in hugs and kisses from his fiance of two years, then guided lovingly to the sofa maybe for more cuddles as they watched a film together or perhaps as they listened to the music that he was working on. Throughout whatever they would end up doing, Hyunjin would be complimented endlessly about his attire from the performance which has now led to him coming home still dressed up like he was going to hit the stage again.

Standing outside their home, he couldn't wait to hear what Jisung would say about his outfit from this performance. White pants, just loose enough to not restrict his leg movement; a long sleeve white robe and suit hybrid looking top, with wrapped white fabrics around his midsection that trailed into two long strips behind that flowed with each move he made; a pair of chunky white platform boots, the end of his trousers tucked neatly into; and lastly, a translucent white ribbon that held his dark hair in a half up and half down style. Needless to say, he felt that he looked rather elegant and wanted to hear his lover tell him all the same. So, when Hyunjin opened the door, the dark and barren living room that greeted him was an almost nightmarish shock. A sense of doom crept up his spine as he glanced around. Something felt incredibly off like nobody was home and yet at the same time he felt like he was being watched from afar.

Too distracted and off-put to even have the thought of removing his shoes, Hyunjin anxiously ventured further into their home. The only light that lit the living room was the soft glow of the moonlight from the windows dotted around with the silk-like curtains drawn back. He could barely see where he was walking, a shaky arm out in front of himself to feel around for any obstacles around him to avoid a catastrophic fall in the darkness. All he could hear amongst the silence of the house was his heavy shuddering breaths and the rampant thumping of his heart in his ears as it picked up pace from the fear that was slowly intoxicating his veins in such a way he's never felt before. He just knew that he felt weak in this state, so weak and vulnerable that he's more than sure he could collapse from the fright of even the slightest noise.

"Sungie?" Hyunjin called out, his tone shivering and quaking as he heard his voice almost seem to echo throughout the room. The silence that followed sent another wave of unfiltered horror across his heart. He couldn't stand it. Being in his own home wasn't supposed to feel like a real-life horror film. It was supposed to be cosy and full of all the love he Jisung had put into it through little things like the way that the book on the mantelpiece was always slightly slanted and the way that there was always one cushion with the print upside down on the sofa. Not to mention the loving moments they shared in practically every square inch of the place. From cuddles on the sofa and baking together in the kitchen to late-night kisses in the bedroom and occasional long baths together in the bathroom. There really was no reason for their normally warm and love-filled home to feel so distant. So cold and out of touch. If he didn't know any better, he would've assumed the house was recently abandoned or something along those lines. "Darling, where are you?"

The continued eerie sound of complete silence replied to him with nothing yet again. He couldn't help the tears that pricked at the corners of his eyes, his throat clogging up and tightening. With his hand, Hyunjin felt out for the back of the sofa and slid down to the floor, cowering up against it. His breathing grew heavier, more rampant and uneven as panic began to blanket itself over him. As he blinked away his tears to the best of his abilities, Hyunjin reached for his phone, pulling the long item out from his pocket and switching on the screen. Not even bothering to unlock, he swiped the emergency call feature, his phone popping up two phone numbers for him to call. Either emergency services or his fiance. He tapped onto his fiance's number, intently staring at the screen to avoid his imagination creating horrifying outlines in the dark and getting the worst of him while so vulnerable and scared. Right down to the bone. The dull dialling tone hummed out into the silent room. From behind, a low-quality recording of Hyunjin singing one of Jisung's songs from when they were younger and recording silly videos of one another softly blared out in the room. Hyunjin's heart dropped.

Jisung didn't have his phone on him.

He cancelled the call and curled in on himself, forehead pressing against his knees as his bottom lip trembled. All he wanted to do was cry out all his pain and fear, all this rushing anxiety in his system, he wanted it all out. So he let it all out. Shoulders shivering and shaking as he cried out, begging his lover's name between harsh inhales, Hyunjin sobbed all on his own. However, Hyunjin's loud cries for help didn't aid him much.

In fact, they only drowned out the quiet scraping sound of metal dragging across the hardwood floor. The occasional clinking of metal on metal. And the low breathing of another person in the house was walking closer, ever closer towards him and his pathetic, weak little state. Though the steps were long and agonising, slowed even more so by the metal weighing down his body, it took little time for him to reach the same room as the sobbing man. A smirk rose, tickling the corner of the metal-dragging man's lips, quirking them in a smug and self-righteous way. The kind that someone could look at and read simply as "I've found you" but it was far from looking alike to the innocent kind when kids play hide and seek together. No, it was twisted and almost disturbing. The energy he carried with him was lustful and blind. A combination that could end either in bliss or tragedy.

Hyunjin sucked in a hard breath and lifted his head, dry heaving from the fear he felt crawling all over. For a moment, he managed to stay quiet for a few moments with the exception of his breathing. That faint moment was crucial, his ears picking up on the scratching and tinging of metal.

"S-Sungie?"

A heavy silver chain fell into his lap from above. A gasp left his lips as he took hold of the cold metal, looking to the side to find his fiance was not the person home alone with him. It was his ex-boyfriend, someone he hasn't seen in two whole years. It's not like this visit was exactly unsolicited, Hyunjin broke up with him days before he started dating Jisung and, as much as he hates to admit it, he and Chan used to mess around after the breakup. They'd meet up when Jisung was unaware and treat each other like boyfriends, no sex, just cuddles and sobs of how much they missed each other. However, it has been years since they last met and that was the night Hyunjin had told Chan he was going to propose to Jisung and that they needed to break off whatever it was they had. That night was the first time Hyunjin ever had sex before. Chan had said he wouldn't go to their wedding so he could consider that to be his gift as well as a hard slap around his face for getting his hopes so high over the years. He never thought that the older would ever want to see him again after that. He thought Chan hated him.

Though he had to admit, Chan looked even more gorgeous than the last time they met. He wore a beautiful pair of white slacks, no shirt and bare feet, showing off so much of his body yet so little at the same time. Draped around his neck, slipping across his chest were chains matching the one in Hyunjin's lap and more were tangled around him with the most all-around his waist and trailing off onto the floor. He had one chain wound around his left wrist, the excess dangling down and his right was bare. Hyunjin could only assume that was where the chain in his lap had come from.

"What... W-what is a-all this?"

Chan fell to his knees, giving Hyunjin a clearer view of his face, an expression almost barren of emotion but filled to the brim with an intricate blend of lust and a mesmerising, controlling gaze. Even if he wanted to look away, there was no way he could have. How could he look away when his ex was so tastefully divine? An entire meal just for him to devour, yet he knew he would be lucky to get so much of a lick when Chan began eyeing him up with such greed and hunger. He would be eaten alive. For some reason, Hyunjin couldn't bring himself to complain, even while he was still crying and slobbering all over himself and knew that he had a fiance waiting for him to say he's ready for a wedding. Yet, he still wanted Chan to have his way with him, even if he looked like such a shaken up, overthinking mess. Anything Chan wanted to do to him, Hyunjin was more than willing to accept without question. They made a safe word during their first and supposedly last time with one another so there was nothing wrong with experimenting even if Hyunjin had someone else dearer to his heart and Chan had almost caused him to have a breakdown. He didn't mind. In fact, he found it oddly arousing to have been hurt only to be soon be used for his ex-lover's pleasure. It was such a terribly sadistic thought and Hyunjin wanted more, he wanted it even worse. He wanted to be balling his eyes out under Chan, screaming in agony and begging for it to stop while deep inside his body and heart and mind, he knew he only wanted more, more, more.

"I want to chain you up," Chan stated, deadly cold with his words. The cheery and cosy feelings that Hyunjin's ex typically radiated from before was gone, replaced with this uncomfortably standoffish and dominating aura. This kind of frosted exterior and act was part of a dynamic they've never done with one another before. It sent wondrous chills down his spine and brought more tears to his eyes. So much was rushing through his mind and body to dwell too long on the words that left his ex-lover's lips. "I want to chain you up and watch you struggle. I want to hear you beg for help even when you enjoy it. I want you so weak under me. God. You weak under me... I can't stop thinking about you, I can't, so weak under me. I can't, I can't, I can't-"

"C-calm down, Channie-"

"SHUT UP!" Chan yelled, his booming voice echoing and slicing through Hyunjin's words. The younger almost moaned at the aggression. He could feel himself getting hard already and at the same time, he was shaking, crying harder while keeping his noise down. This was wrong. This was so wrong yet he couldn't bring himself to want to run away. "You don't understand... I've been going crazy, I crave you... Crave your body, your everything..."

Chan leaned closer, grinning so off-puttingly and yet it was so enticing. His hands cupped Hyunjin's cheeks which were wet with tears still, bringing them to be forehead to forehead. The closeness made the feeling of the older's hot breath fanning over his face. It made Hyunjin arch his body into Chan's chest, feeling his muscled torso against his frailer one in comparison. His ex-lover grabbed his back, keeping him pressed up against him and causing Hyunjin to drop his head back from the strain in his body, neck pretty and on display just for him.

"You're mine, you're all mine- mine, mine, mine, mine..." He repeated over and over, sounding starved and crazy until his lips finally touched Hyunjin's gorgeous long and perfectly mark-free neck. Hyunjin whined, feeling teeth nibble his supple neck skin and he quickly gripped a hand into Chan's dark curly hair, tugging on the locks. His ex only bit down harder, bruising his supple skin to make the hickeys he sucked in last as long as he could make them and as noticeable against the warmly tanned skin. Chan was quite brutal with the way he treated Hyunjin, teeth scratching, lips everywhere and saliva trickling in long trails down his neck and dripping off onto the floor. It was a mess but Hyunjin absolutely loved it. "God, I can hardly breathe without you... I was going insane alone for those two years, I'd die if you dared back away an inch. I need you close- I need you so damn close to me."

"Channie, ohh, are you alright?" Hyunjin asked airily through a whine as his ex-lover found a little spot along his jawline that send riveting shocks of pleasurable enjoyment through his system. "You sound... You sound like you've gone mad... And it's so fucking sexy."

"You say that as if you aren't the one driving me mad," Chan whispers against his lover's neck, letting his drool and spit trickle out onto him. He found it gorgeous to see Hyunjin covered in any fluid so long as it came from one of them. Whether it was saliva, semen, blood, sweat, he loved seeing his Hyunjin wear it all over. It was beautiful. So beautifully intoxicating of a sight. "I can't get you off my mind, your body- it's all I think about, I'm going mad and I'm crazy just for you. Everything about you, God damn it, I want it all!"

Hyunjin's body was slammed into the floor, knocking the wind right out of his lungs. He was dizzy but he couldn't care less as his vision ran circles while Chan slipped his hands under the cropped upper clothing Hyunjin wore, feeling eagerly all over the skin in his reach. A sharp whine let Hyunjin's lips at the feeling of his ex-lover's cold hands on his warm skin, it felt like trails of ice tingling over his body and he absolutely loved it, going as far as to push himself up into the touch. Chan dug his face into the younger's midsection, licking every bit of bare skin that he could even if he ended up licking the fabrics wrapped around there. To be honest he could care less, too focused on getting back what belonged to him in the first place. What was his and his alone.

"I-I need... I need, need, need..." Chan began to beg, raising his head and coming closer to Hyunjin's face. The older man's eyes were brimming with tears as he babbled on about his desperate, possessive feelings that wouldn't leave his mind. Not even for a second. Hyunjin brought a hand to caress Chan's cheek, smiling softly at him, pitying everything about him.

"Shhh, it's okay. You want me, don't you Channie?" He softly whispers, receiving a nod in return along with a pair of pleading eyes like that of a lone wolf who'd been kicked out of its pack, desperately searching for a new family. His ex-lover always was so breathtaking, even if he was well and truly insane. Hyunjin couldn't help wanting the man back, even after all the episodes and possessive tendencies he had seen him experience, he couldn't help want it back. "I want you too... It's okay, don't worry, I can tell you're feeling really strong emotions right now, just don't let them get the better of you. Remember when we were still together, what I taught you about self-control?"

Chan nodded again.

"Good, good boy... Whenever it hurts inside just stop and breathe for me, squeeze my hand if you really need something to stabilise yourself, okay? And you're already doing well by telling me everything you feel, I'm so proud of you." Hyunjin smiled. "Now, calm down and tell me what you need, okay?"

"I need..." The older took a deep breath in, scrunching his eyes closed as he fought a hidden battle to just pounce on Hyunjin and do all kinds of things he fantasised about for so long. It was so hard for him to not just go for it, he had been more used to control when they were together but the time apart and dealing with the realisation that he was just a toy made it so difficult. His mind yelled at him to take Hyunjin back and make him his again like before by any means possible, but another part told him to get payback and make the younger suffer just like he had without him. A few tears slipped down his cheeks as he tried so hard to push and drown out both voices, his heart not wanting to hurt the only one who was ever there for him. Even if in the end Hyunjin had given up on him too. "I need everything... Everything about you... I need to make you cry like you did to me but at the same time... I need to love you because I miss you and I need you back, I need- You're mine! Mine, mine, mine- Why are you with him and not me?!"

Chan growled and pulled at his hair, cursing himself for having a sudden outburst. He hated them, he hated when he couldn't stop the words from breaking free. Even if only minutes prior he was letting his inner voices run wild and go sloppy with voicing out everything inside, he at least wanted to coat them in sugar and make them palatable. Hyunjin had taught him how to speak without sounding deranged and it's not like he had forgotten it, he just couldn't help himself when it came to the younger. His ex-lover meant everything to him, he couldn't let him go and that's probably why he couldn't control anything like he normally would.

"Channie, shhh, don't pull your hair, what did I use to tell you about that, huh?"

Immediately his ex-lover stopped, removing his hand from his messed up locks and dropping back to where it had been before. He was awfully obedient and did everything Hyunjin asked of him, he only did it because he trusted that the younger knew what was good for him.

"Good boy... But I'm not yours, I'm Jisung's fiance, remember?"

"N-no! No, you're not, you're mine... Mine, my Hyunjin, all mine, nobody else's. You only belong to me, me, me, me, me-"

Chan dove his face into Hyunjin's chest, kissing everywhere even over the clothing. He couldn't care less it seemed, too busy trying to claim the younger. To prove that Hyunjin was all his, only his and nobody else's. A smile couldn't help but appear on Hyunjin's face, loving how desperate his ex-lover was to take him back. He supposes he has a thing for seeing his ex so madly obsessed with him and trying so hard to make him feel that same obsession back. There was no need for Chan to convince him, after all, Hyunjin was more than obsessed- damn, he was absolutely intoxicated by the man. To be quite frank, each time Hyunjin's had sex with Jisung, only Chan was on his mind. He couldn't help it, he'd rather have been fucked down hard into the mattress by his ex-lover than slowly and lovingly push his fiance into a lack-lustre satisfaction. Jisung would leave scratches on Hyunjin's hand each time they'd ever done it and he absolutely despised it, preferring to imagine getting to scratch down all of Chan's muscled back instead. He was already excited to do that again, sneaking his hand into the older's locks as he continued his messy kisses all over.

"Yours? I'm yours am I now?" Hyunjin teased some more. He didn't live to regret it as Chan bit him hard, right on his nipple covered by the white fabrics of his clothing. A long whine left his lips, making him tighten his grip on Chan's locks. He was so close to pulling out several strands of hair but the older could care less.

"Mine. Mine. You're only mine, filthy fucking brat." Chan spat, leaning up to Hyunjin's face. He smashed their lips together, catching the younger off guard as he made an "mmf" noise from the surprise. Their lips were completely out of sync, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for a taste of the others amongst the mess of saliva accompanied by groans and whines. Too distracted by the hot mess they were creating with their mouths, Hyunjin failed to notice his ex-lover reaching for the chain that had long been cast away from his lap, finding temporary stay on the hard carpet beside their entangled legs. A cold hand was placed on top of Hyunjin's that tugged at Chan's locks, sending a shiver down his body and a shuddering whimper from his mouth into the older's. He received a quiet yet throaty groan in return and he couldn't help from squeezing his thighs together. He was getting so unbearably hard.

Hyunjin's hand was yanked away from Chan's hair, taking back with it several dark thin strands of the older's thickly curled hair. However, it seemed Chan could care less, still too busy furiously fighting his tongue into Hyunjin's mouth while his hands focused more closely on the chain. He slipped it under the younger, far distracted, boy's neck before yanking from both sides of the metal, forcing their mouths to separate and Hyunjin to gasp from the shockingly cold feel of metal on the back of his neck. Watching Hyunjin try to calm himself and breathe properly was so gratifying. It made him wonder if this rush of pure power he felt deep inside himself was one that Hyunjin had felt too when he had made Chan break down and weep in agony the night they broke up. Was it all so fun and exciting for the younger just like it felt for Chan? Was watching him suffer back then just as utterly tasteful as it is to watch Hyunjin be just the same?

"Channie..." Hyunjin whispered, just over his panting as he reached a hand up to caress the older's cheek. He looked so well and truly out of it yet was still grasping on to the last bits of reality within his reach. Chan wasn't foolish nor ignorant to the tone his ex was using, he knew this wasn't one that was sweet and loving, not the one that meant well for his troublesome mental state. No. It was one he used when he wanted control. Chan would make sure that didn't happen. He let the younger constantly have control before, now it was finally his turn. "Where's my good boy, hm? Calm down, let's put away these chains..."

"No."

"W-why not, love?"

"Shush." Chan hushed him, gently pressing a thumb over Hyunjin's plush lips. "Why don't you be my good boy instead?"

The older brought together the chain he was holding, slipping the metal to rest in one hand as his other slid into his pocket. He pulled out a few pills, smirking to himself as he witnessed the nervous look Hyunjin gave the small objects. He looked almost frightened. Frightened at what those pills could do. Chan could only bathe in the pleasurable feeling of being able to watch all of these flickers of fear in the younger's eyes and body. It was truly perfect. Luckily for the younger, these pills held no threat to him. They were simply some over the counter sleeping pills. Since these were fairly weak, someone who takes them would be drowsy for several minutes before falling asleep, from there on they would be completely out until woken or until their body recognises morning has spun around. In other words, perfect for what Chan was thinking about.

"What... What the fuck?" Hyunjin began to breathe heavily after seeing the pills. "W-what are you doing with those?"

"Holding them, what does it look like?" Chan chuckles, gently rolling the pills over in his palm and feeling how they felt beneath the pad of his thumb. Meanwhile, in his overactive mind, he was having a back and forth debate on how many of these cylindrical meds would suffice in keeping the nerve-ridden man under him out long enough to set up his plans, lightly enough to wake up easy but not too easy that it ruins his pleasant little surprise. Maybe two? Or was that too much?

"Drug me," Hyunjin said, locking eyes with Chan. His gaze was firm and he seemed completely serious, not even a drip of a lie entangled in his command. Why was it so hot? Chan could barely contain himself, letting out a low growl. "Drug me now, God... drugging me sounds so fucking hot. Please do it, go on baby. Be a good boy."

The encouragement made the older's head twitch, his body shaking as he tried to figure out which part of himself could take over. He muttered curses to himself but quickly gathered himself and shoved Hyunjin back against the floor, the chain clattering on the hardwood.

"Not your good boy... Fuck!- No, you're mine, my boy..." Chan whispered, forcing open Hyunjin's mouth and stuffing a couple of pills down his throat. The younger man gladly swallowed down the drugs, clearly wanting whatever was coming and wanting it quickly. He looked so desperate, in a way that continued to drive Chan crazy. It didn't help at all, not even the slightest bit, that he was already utterly deranged. Someone who spends their life eating pills like a sweet candy almost every day in hopes of keeping his insanity behind him, to block out his voices and help him focus and think easier rather than with fear and anger at every turn. It was so difficult to operate like a normal person, especially right now with Hyunjin so easily giving himself up to Chan. As if, despite those teasing remarks, Jisung meant nothing to him anymore. Like he had been thrown completely out of the picture, the photograph having space only for himself and Hyunjin now. Just as it used to be. Just as it should be. How it always should be.

"Yes, Channie... I'm your boy, aren't I? All yours..." Hyunjin hummed out, eyes drooping as weariness began to kick in from the medication. Chan couldn't help the hard exhale that left his nostrils at the younger's words. He felt so in control and this was truly an exhilarating rush, spiking his body from all angles in ways so satisfactory he couldn't even begin to comprehend. "What's my Channie's name...?"

"S-sir..." Chan mumbled, his confidence dropping quickly at having to admit such a thing about himself. It was nothing to do with Hyunjin being possibly weirded out, no, he had said the same thing to him during their last time with one another. Rather it was more because of how awkward simply saying it made him feel. There wasn't a need to have that kind of emotion but true to human nature, he had it regardless.

"Sir...? Is Sir going to fuck his boy when he's sleeping?" Hyunjin breathlessly asked, his chest rising higher with each inhale he took. Almost as though he were trying to flaunt himself off to Chan, in a way that he knew would always win over the older man's attention. He had always had an obsession over Hyunjin's chest, whether it was to leave every love bite he could there or to more wholesomely snuggle into it. There was no denying that Chan had more than just a liking for it.

"Don't give me ideas, pretty boy..."

A chuckle slipped Hyunjin's wet and ever so kissable lips as he twirled a hand into Chan's dark curled locks. Chan was so utterly hypnotised by the younger man beneath him, any slight movement or sound he made had his full and unwavering attention. He was trapped, pressed between his own struggling mind filled with screaming voices and then Hyunjin, a temptress if ever one was. Only a snake could be as alluringly dangerous as him, the sharp eyes unreadable though it said very little considering his own lacking of ability to pry apart the emotions some felt based on face and face alone. Chan's head twitched towards the side and back, quick as the snap of a twig, this was his way of coping. The closest to slapping his head to tell himself to shut up without physically doing so.

"Hm... What if I want to...?" Hyunjin murmured, hand slipping from Chan's hair and thumping on the floor beside them. His chocolate eyes began to droop, a telltale sign that those drugs were affecting him more. That his slumber was soon to come. "... S-sir... Fucking me... As I sleep sounds... Hot as fuck..."

Just as those words slipped from his lips, so did his consciousness. Hyunjin's eyes slid closed and he drifted off, giving in to the drowsiness and giving in to Chan. As he fell deep into the abyss of his sleeping mind, a numb rush of excitement span around his stomach as momentary wonders of what could be done without his knowledge spiked through his veins. He hoped Chan would actually take advantage of his vulnerable state and do something interesting, though his mind did doubt it. However that doesn't stop one from imagining, especially as they slept and dreams took over instead of the typical, more regulated thoughts.

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A deep sigh left Hyunjin's lips. They were chapped and his throat felt a little dry, an urge to grab a glass of water ringing in his tired mind. He hadn't even the chance to open his eyes yet. Part of him didn't even want to, wanting the real world to remain secret to his eyes until Chan wills him to open them. Sir knew what was best for him, at least that was what his mind lead him to believe. Whether that was the side effects of whatever drug he had been fed, he wouldn't know. If he was honest, he didn't exactly care either. All he cared about was getting the kind of aggressive, lustrous love that he and Chan once had back within reach of his fingertips. To feel every sensation of the heart, of the stomach, all of it all over again. After a while, Hyunjin frowned, hearing no footsteps or breathing from another person coming closer to him. He was expecting for Chan to come to shake him awake to start his lustful ministrations or perhaps begin while he was laying out like this and awaken him in the process but no. Nothing of the sort was happening. Instead, he was laying down on his bed (judging by the comfortable feeling and familiar smell of Jisung's air freshener) all on his own with no otherly sense of Chan being nearby at all. He peeked his eyes open, blinking several times to gain a better grasp over his vision and what exactly his surroundings looked like.

The room was dark, a faint light from the moonlight peering from between the shutters and leaving light kisses over his body and face. A groan vibrated through his throat as he stifled a yawn and tried to kick his legs into a new position only to find he couldn't. They were restricted. Within the tight hold of something, he couldn't shift off of him. He tried to sit up and search around for any sight of Chan watching him from a distance, managing only to lean his upper back just slightly off the bed before falling back down again, his dark messy hair scattering over his face and the bedsheets. A feverish whine passed his lips as he scrunched up his eyes, a sense of panic starting to bubble up inside of him as he couldn't free himself enough to find where Chan was hiding. He struggled around, tugging his arms, hearing and feeling the rattling of the chains holding him down, halting his movements. Was this what Chan spent his time doing? Hyunjin's breathing picked up the pace, a scream wanting to tear out from his throat to get Chan's attention. To get him to come and comfort him from his crippling fear of being alone. As much as he truly appreciated the craftsmanship put into chaining up his body like a little doll for pleasure so well, without the feeling, the knowledge of another person around he wanted nothing more than to escape its confines.

Suddenly, a dark shadow covered up the comforting touches of moonlight that previously rested over Hyunjin's delicate body. His eyes shot open at the change and the sight of Chan standing over him made him stop his struggling, the panic he felt before quickly trickling away. Strands of hair fell over his face, several longer ones poking into the corner of his mouth as he carefully leaned up the most he could, propping his body with his quivering elbows. His eyes darted around, trying to figure out what had been done in the time he had spent unconscious. Chains were wrapped around his wrists, linked underneath the bed and a few over his stomach, the metal gracing over his skin if he breathed in too deeply, a tingling sensation fluttering in his chest. He didn't manage to even glance at how his legs were chained up, his eyes too attracted to man towering over his weak, weak self. Underneath that strong gaze, that demanding, dominating aura, Hyunjin felt so vulnerable and so pathetic in a way he loved despite how twisted and terribly wrong this must be.

Only one thought rang out through his mind as he locked eyes with Chan. Those dark, dark eyes clouded with a mystery so tastefully intriguing and downright sensual only encouraged it. Despite the alarms sounding out, the red lights shutting on and off, warning him to be careful and stop before he got his heart broken, Hyunjin couldn't stop himself from voicing those words.

"S-sir... Take me, take all of me... Take me back, I'm all yours, please..."

Chan stayed stagnant, however, Hyunjin was quick to spot how his breathing sped up, his strong chest working to push in and out the oxygen of which seemed so little in the room. He could tell the man was trying to contain himself, the hard look on his face, the tightly furrowed brows and sweat beginning to trickle down the side of his face were more than enough evidence. Hyunjin bit down on his lower lip, throwing back his head, trying so desperately to rile up the older man and get him to lose control already and ruin him. His body wasn't his, it was Chan's to possess and do what he wished to. He wanted Chan to have his way, no matter how dirty or rough because either way he knew he'd love it and relish in every feeling gifted so graciously to him. He knew it, he loved Chan, he always had. Jisung meant nothing anymore to him, all that ran his mind was Chan, Chan, Chan.

"Fuck..." Chan winced, leaning his head to the side as his hand came to grab his face. Fingernails dug into his skin as he bared his teeth, a monster trying to take over his body. He fought it off to the best of his abilities, desperate to keep his mind straight and keep secure hold of everything, not wanting to lose his control but God, Hyunjin wasn't helping him. He so clearly wanted him to go mad, he was so clearly trying to, hell he was succeeding in, driving him absolutely insane. A small whimper squeaked from the back of his throat and tears pricked his eyes as he scrunched them closed. "Baby if you don't stop I'm gonna go fucking crazy... I-I can't lose you... So before I let them take over, please... Please tell me this isn't gonna be a one-night thing."

"No! Sir, it won't be I promise!" Hyunjin whined, kicking around in his chains as he felt his pants grow uncomfortable. "I'll call off that engagement, I swear, I just want you and only you pl-"

Rough lips slammed down onto his own, moving quickly and harsh with no pattern at all, only adding to the rush of enjoyment that screamed through Hyunjin's body. He struggled in his chains, wanting so badly to touch his ex... No, to touch his lover, only to find he was unable and painfully reminded by the clanking of the metal that he had no control. This was not his territory to reign over, this was all Chan's to do what he pleased to, so long as all Hyunjin did was agree with lustful kisses and the lingering taste of soaked cherry and vanilla. Chan breathed heavily into their messy kiss, their both equally chapped and bitten up lips moulding together in an aggressively welcoming way. The feeling of the older's hot breath fanning over his face make Hyunjin whine from the very back of his throat. He parted his lips, his tongue gently beckoning for Chan's to come and chase after his own and he quickly received what he desired. Their kiss grew wetter with the fresh addition of their tongues, saliva dripping out from both corners of their mouths and, in Hyunjin's case, some of that drool trickling out onto the bedsheets beside his head.

"Hhh... Hyung..." Hyunjin panted out between their heated make out, a feeble attempt to vocalise how much pleasure he was in from mere kissing. However, instead of their lips rejoining to partake in more, a large and cold veiny hand slid up to grasp a hold of the base of Hyunjin's neck. Almost as though to mock him, daring him to speak one more incorrect word and see what would happen. Chan was still there, Hyunjin knew but that didn't mean he wasn't slipping away bit by bit.

"Name... What's my name huh? Forgot it already? Fuck- no, no, no... Agh! Pretty boy, say my name properly..." The older struggled out, several voices battling up a painful storm in his mind. It was too intense for him to cope with, no longer able to think straight, no longer able to help himself. He couldn't stop when his hips moved on their own accord, so quickly jumping onto Hyunjin's thigh, in fact, that he grunted from the pull.

"Sir..." Hyunjin whimpered, a hard lump resting on his thigh. He wasn't stupid, no, he knew exactly what it was and he couldn't help gasp and lean his head back, more of his neck being bared and completely on display just for Chan. The veiny hand tightened its grasp on the base of his neck, the sides being squeezed just right. So perfectly, in a way that was so inexplicably intoxicating. No, there was not one way he could dare figure how to detail the amount he absolutely adored the feeling. He loved the feeling of those long, strong fingers clenched just right around his neck. Hell, he wanted them tighter, he wanted to be choking already. Anything. So long as it was rough and unforgiving, he wanted it. The rougher, the harder, the more painful and agonising, the more he wanted to experience it. To have those jitters of nerves entangled with fear and lust-glazed love, by any word of man, it sounded so simply devilish. Who needed heaven when hell tasted just as sweet?

Nostril flaring and head subconsciously making light twitch-like movements, Chan heavily breathed. Each and every cog, little and big, small and large, turning and ticking at such a volume in Chan's overcrowded mind as he racked his brain for clear answers that Hyunjin could just about hear them stagger over his own truly messed up thoughts. The younger was patient as Chan thought, he knew that his older lover would struggle, especially now. Two whole years of self-loathing, doubts and piling fears drenched in worry could have helped with Chan's dishevelled mental state. Hyunjin could remember the times where they first met, before dating and how much the older kept trying to hide the torments of his own mind until he finally broke down and lost sense of anything. He didn't know who he was, where he was, what was even happening to him. He was simply terrified. Not of anything in particular. He just feared all. Himself, the people around him, the park he was crying in, everything. Everything was scary. Hyunjin knows how fragile his precious Channie is, how even the gentlest of nudges could end with shattered glass. Through dating, Hyunjin helped the older get by, acting as his source of comfort, support and love, someone to give him advice when the doctors couldn't. Someone to remind him about his meds and someone to cry with about how much everything scared him, how much it hurt and yet didn't at all. And so Hyunjin was satisfied. Waiting was nothing to him but if Chan wanted it to be something then by all powers of this damned Earth, Hyunjin would make it be. Something that was worth it no matter what the outcome, for Chan was worth any amount of time it took to wait on.

Without warning, Chan just... Stopped.

He let go of Hyunjin's neck, some kind of strange bewilderment in his eyes as he shook his head softly from side to side and sat upon his knees, backing away. Hyunjin couldn't do anything but watch, his chained metal restraints keeping him in perfect place. While he was confused, for the most part, there was a screaming symphony deep within that begged and called for Chan to come back and ruin him like he thought was going to happen. It hurt in an odd way but he refused to fight it in its entirety, valuing whatever conclusions Chan came to within that terrible, terrifying train wreck of a mind. If Chan felt better one way, Hyunjin promised himself there and then like he had back on day one, then he would adhere to that way.

"Shut... Please, please..." Chan whispered, chanting the words of a mad man as he pulled at his dark hair, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. "They won't... They- they won't shut up! Jinnie... Jinnie I- I don't wanna hurt you... FUCK OFF! - Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop-"

"Angel, come here."

Hyunjin's voice cut cleanly through the mess of Chan's ramblings, catching full attention from him. Obedience seemed second nature to Chan as he quickly followed through with the harmless command, crawling over the bed to be hunched on all fours above the younger again. Sweat trickled down the older's face, one drop, in particular, scratching down his temple and dripping from his chin onto the corner of Hyunjin's mouth. He swallowed his sticky saliva down his drying throat as he watched Hyunjin's tongue softly lick up the droplet, letting the salty taste linger on his pallet before continuing to work his magic on Chan.

"You're still horny, yeah?" Hyunjin asked, a guilty nod being received as his answer. "That's alright love. Now tell me, what's holding you back?"

"... Voices..." Chan mumbled, a rather pathetic scratchy pitch coming out with his words. His eyes were welling up more yet no tears had spilt. Hyunjin had faith he could help his love calm down and recover before any of those tears dreamt about dripping even the slightest bit out of their dams. "Told me to... To choke you until... Until you were coughing and b-begging for it to stop... A-and to use... Use the... Knife with you... Don't want to hurt... Hurt my Jinnie..."

"Love... It's okay, I'll be honest with you right now, I liked when you were teasing the pressure on my neck." Hyunjin whispered, a sneaking snide smirk on his lips. He knew precisely what he was doing. Saying things like this would rile up Chan, spur and urge him to do it all again now he knew Hyunjin had no complaints. Not only that but it restored some clarity and balance to the messy mind up there for him too. Chan liked things that were simple, easy to comprehend and remember. "And the knife... It sounds so damn hot, baby, I want you to use it, please. I'd love it so much. If you ever get unsure like that again, just ask me if it's okay, love, no need to get so worked up, alright?"

Turns out he didn't even need to wait for an answer, Chan hastily getting back into his zone, more confident than before, face buried nice and deep into Hyunjin's neck. Those wet lips slobbered their soft kisses all over the spots where it counted, making him writhe on the bed with gentle whines slipping out. Oh, how he wished he could free his hands and yank on the luscious curled black locks. It was so frustrating but, damn he would be lying if he said he didn't like the restraints. He loved this restriction, this limitation on himself. This was all so deliciously tailored to slip right into his hopeless fantasies, the ones in which he felt so much desire and yet no action could be made upon it. All he had was his mouth to cry the love and wonders he felt all over. Only the tears on his cheeks and the pleasure pooling in his eyes show just what he felt deep, deep inside.

"My... My Hyunjinnie... Mine!" Chan growled, his wet kisses becoming hard sucks and sharp bites. Intending for Hyunjin's neck to be littered with nothing but marks of his lustful proclamations of love, covering up the flesh within an inch of its life.

"Oh... Sir... Please, that's so mmh..." Hyunjin panted, whining and the chains clinking and clanking, shackling against one another as he wriggled around. He wanted to grab the older and submit his entire body, his entire being. He needed to grab onto Chan and cling to his muscular self, rut his aching erection onto that beautiful body but he couldn't. Not while tied down so well.

Another grumbled groan or perhaps a slightly gravelly growl, vibrated against Hyunjin's throat, shivers stalking through his entire being as his back tried to weakly arch up from the bed despite the heavy metal holding him down. Chan ventured further down Hyunjin's body, hastily unbuttoning the white cropped suit with all its flowing bits and pieces. He was so desperate to feel every inch of Hyunjin's beautiful body, not even able to care if he could properly take this fabric off without absolutely ruining it, tearing it up so the chains could remain. The younger man's body quivered beneath him, a sight that was so gorgeously breathtaking that he had to take a moment to just stop and admire. To be so hopelessly gratefully that this man was his and by the end of the night he would no longer need to eat up his own weight and then some in self-pity, he could cry tears of joy knowing that this would not be a one night stand. No, it would be a moment that would feel like forever wrapped in a blanket of gold. Because while by morning they'll need to separate, they can leave one another content with the knowledge that there'll be many days again they can meet until it's back to square one, the focus on just them and them alone. Just how it used to be. Just how it should be and always will be.

Lips felt all over Hyunjin's chest, exploring each part of the flesh newly on display and leaving marks in every way possible. Teeth prints, bruises, love bites, hickeys, the whole lot scattered over as much of the glistening skin as feasibly doable. Though Chan couldn't help smirk as he continued, the thought lingering around in his mind that left him giddy on the inside being that no matter how well Hyunjin even tried to cover up, Jisung would find out about this. Jisung would know about Hyunjin's infidelity, he would know he got cheated on and it would be made so much better if he could know it was with an ex-lover. How pitiful Jisung would feel. It felt rejuvenating to even think about it. Chan left a harsh love bite on the supple skin beside Hyunjin's nipple, an idea jumping back into his mind that he tucked away for later, knowing it would be perfect to experiment with. Knives would be fun in a bedroom. A lot of fun.

"Sir... Quicker, want more now!" Hyunjin whined, spouting out his frustrations and wanting nothing more than to be touched where it ached. A low chuckle escaped Chan's lips, he loved the sound of Hyunjin begging. He loved the sight of Hyunjin so desperate. He loved the smell of their sweat beginning to defile the air. He was positively obsessed. Even though he knew well that he wasn't in his right mind and had already lost control from the moment he broke into the house, he couldn't deny that even the more sane parts of himself were going crazy now, wanting everything in front of him. Wanting to eat up each and every part of Hyunjin, like he were nothing but a mere dish to feast on and enjoy for himself and himself alone.

"Beg... Beg more." Chan pushed out, his mind struggling with the concept of forming proper words and sentences to get his messages of need across to Hyunjin. However, he knew not to worry much about his struggle because in due time there would be little need to speak, only spew out mere noise that conveys the sensations he can feel. The whole lot of it.

"Mmhh... Sir! Sir! Please! Your pretty boy wants it quicker... He wants it fast and wants it now, he's so desperate. Like a-a stupid little bitch wanting nothing but his owner..." The younger begged, whining out his words in an oh-so teasing way that was twisting Chan's heart and leaving him almost breathless. Every word oozed with thick drops that tasted like the sweetness of submission, giving in and letting all the power and control to the older and him alone. It was such a deliciously bitter flavour that twanged on each of his taste buds, serving as a clear fire reminder that he was in charge here, that almost anything he says could and probably will go. Chan had to take a sharp inhale to calm himself, assuring his rampant mind that he could go as mad as he wanted soon. That it won't take much more time now, all he had to do was get out of the putrid clothing that separated their bodies from one another, selfishly stopping them from touching skin-to-skin and sharing warmth and embracing the heat together, becoming a singular being amongst themselves. Together, forming, and becoming one.

"Beautiful... Good boy." Chan spoke, voice straining but once the words were finally out, he became eased. No more talking. He was more than done with that.

Softly caressing his calloused hands over Hyunjin's tempting and utterly gorgeous chest, drawing out an encouraging hum, trailing his fingertips further down to the waistband of the tauntingly white trousers. That colour whispered so many lies, from the sheets they laid upon to the clothing they both haphazardly wore, swearing that only purity and innocence sang through the room. Yet here they were, corrupting it with their needful lust and silent heart-throbbing sobs to get rough and dirty and disgusting in any and all ways possible. Chan feverishly unbuttoned the trousers, unzipping them and tugging down the fabric as quickly as he could without tearing them, noting to himself that he would absolutely die to witness the sight of Hyunjin in this again. It was truthfully far too appealing to his senses, a gateway almost to his deepest and even darkest of desires when it came to the prettiest ways Hyunjin possibly could've dressed up. Anything looked so tastefully delectable on that model-like body, the lankiness of his narrow frame only enforcing his prowess in rendering Chan speechlessly horny. He peeled back the boxers too, taking them all the way down those long honey-suckle legs to awkwardly rest at the knee. They wouldn't be able to go further down without stretching to the point of tearing and Chan would rather leave now and jerk off in the bathroom than ruin these clothes that had been arousing him so much. Or maybe it was the wearer arousing him more, either way, he wouldn't tear these.

Instincts fought their way to control Chan's actions and finally they were fully successful, the older feeling himself become a puppet strung to the need with no self-control holding him back. He leaned down close to Hyunjin's bare, fully exposed crotch, hot breath fanning over the burning red appendage. Hyunjin squirmed, chains clinking loudly in the near-silent room yet again. A smirk swept over Chan's features, he wanted the younger to squirm more, to beg forever for more and more until it hurt to go on until they couldn't stop seeing the red lights trying to warn them what they were doing must end. He parted his lips, more than ready to make his fleeting thoughts a reality, exhaling his hot breath out onto the younger's cock again, teasing him with the way he played with his breathing. Hyunjin whined and wiggled his hips in a weak attempt to stop himself from bucking up to hump the older's face. It only further fuelled Chan's confidence drive, making him want to be more daring and risky with their night. Oh, how he loved those two words. Their night. Their night. Tonight was all theirs for the first time in a long time and it felt so wrong but so damn right.

"Hyung..."

"Shut up..." Chan spat, his smirk twisting higher as he watched Hyunjin's cock twitch ever so slightly at the rudeness of his words. He knew Hyunjin was truly made for him and he needed to make him feel his love, no matter how intense it was. The amount he felt was undeniably obsessive - borderline possessive - and if he pushed all of that into Hyunjin, he was certain the younger man would collapse and break apart into delicate pieces in his arms. However, he believed it was okay. Even if Hyunjin was half-conscious by the end of it, he knew it would be worth every tear, every breakdown and every bead of metallic blood it had cost to get here. Everything would be worth it, even if the moon faded to the sun, he would keep going.

Chan stuck out his tongue, dragging it up from the base of Hyunjin's cock right up to the tip. It drew out the shakiest and desperate moans he's ever heard from the younger man. He wanted, no he needed, to hear more. With his left hand holding down on his lover's hip, he brought in his right to grasp Hyunjin's length, tilting it to a prettier position whilst he felt all the bulging veins against his palm. His thumb gently ran up and down a small section of one of those veins, a sharp inhale and near-silent groan fluttering out of his lover. It was such a delight to listen to and they were only just starting, he couldn't even begin to puzzle together how much better this would become in due time. He breathed heavy from his nose, the air escaping onto the angry head of Hyunjin's cock and it twitched yet again and was accompanied by the gorgeous sounds of desperate whining. This was all so unbearably cute yet so devious and arousing. How on Earth could Hyunjin even manage to make Chan feel so many emotions at once? Chan could've sworn if he wasn't so incredibly mad for the younger man, he probably would've cried at him and screamed at him to explain the rampant racing of his heart, the thought process that would become more deranged than usual, everything. Because everything about Chan changes the moment Hyunjin is even mentioned, let alone there in person.

After teasing the tip of his cock, Chan finally gave in to Hyunjin's silent pleas and took in the younger's head, lips wrapping it, enclosing it into his mouth. A long hum of pleasure slipped from Hyunjin's lips and Chan was quick to take it as encouragement, suckling on his lover's cock, his tongue gently swirling around it and digging as far as it could into the slit. Taking it as a sign to pleasure his lover more and more until he was practically begging for it to stop. He took more of Hyunjin in his mouth, his tongue stopping its rampant licking all over the tip and instead of resting under the girth to let it slide in nicely without trouble. Most of the appendage fit inside considering it wasn't exactly the biggest, however it most definitely wasn't small either and even though he knew that, he couldn't help but fancy the idea of degrading and humiliating Hyunjin over his size at some point. He longs to see what kind of beautiful reaction would become his to relish in.

"Sir..." Hyunjin whimpered, hips thrusting up into Chan after getting worked up by a particularly long suck that send all kinds of pleasurable trickles along his dainty body. Chan let a short groan vibrate along the younger man's body, having felt the cock in his mouth hit his uvula unexpectedly and quickly brought his hands to hold those hips against the mattress with a bit more force. "Sir! Sir please..."

Small cries of distress tumbled from out of Hyunjin as he poorly attempted to thrust himself further into the warm heat of Chan's skilful mouth. The older caved quickly and began to suck his lover the way he cried to be, hollowing out his cheeks and bobbing his head along with the entire thing the best he could muster. Hyunjin cried out his pleasure, moaning and legs shaking already as he felt his orgasm approaching. From the pure deep sensations and the numbing feeling in his abdomen, it was going to be a hard and messy one. In other words, just how they both liked it. Whenever it got messy and wet and sticky, God, they adored it. The enjoyment that came at the mere feeling of their own fluids all over one another, whether that be inside or out or flowing somewhere between, was so terribly dirty and damn addicting.

"Ooh, please... Mmh, I'm close!" Hyunjin moaned, throwing back his head into the pillows and yanking at the chains holding down his arms. A chuckle slipped Chan's lips, vibrating down the younger man's cock, only pushing him closer to a hopelessly sweet release. Chan grabbed a tighter hold of Hyunjin's hips and gently guided them to fuck into his mouth harder, silently communicating that it was okay to take over for himself. Hyunjin whimpered and picked up on the hints, beginning to buck his hips up, thrusting into the warm mouth and feeling the back of Chan's throat as he gagged on him. It was so good that he couldn't stop the moans that slipped out, nor deny the sensation of the knot in his stomach growing exponentially tighter.

Without warning, Hyunjin came and he came hard. His juices filled up Chan's mouth quickly yet the sheer amount of it led to most of it spilling out, dropping onto the previously clean sheets below him. All while he moaned and whined, panting to catch his escaping breaths as he tried so much to calm down from what must have been one of his most intense orgasms ever from something so simple like a blow job. Jisung had blown him several times and while he may have still came every time, it couldn't possibly compare to the skill Chan seemed to have in that department. He lazily glanced down at the man who caused his euphoric pleasure and watched as he leant over Hyunjin's lanky body, curious and eager for what was next to happen.

What did happen, however, was more than certifiably unexpected yet not a single complaint was aired because Hyunjin loved it. Chan parted his lips, just a slight bit but that slight bit was more than enough to let the abundance of cum trapped in his mouth trickle out, landing warmly on the younger man's body. It painted beautiful splatters over his abdomen, then stomach and most coated of all, his chest. God how Chan loved it. Most of the load he had refused to swallow had found its way all over Hyunjin's chest, now a well-decorated spectacle for the older man's eyes to feast upon. If only his own cum was instead all over his favourite of Hyunjin's assets, then it truly would be a sight to die for. His lover all marked up in Chan's own bodily creations, God, the thought drove him madder than he already was. He shouldn't be here, no, he'd make far more sense down in Wonderland, but he'd waited so long and here it all was in front of him. His plan had worked, everything had worked. His Hyunjin was desperate, desperate for him and no one else. It sounded like a fallacy in his mind but no, it was really only the truth and by all grace was the truth the best reality he's ever had the honour of living through.

"...s... Sir... Wan' sir, want fingers, please..." Hyunjin yabbered, barely making sense as he grew back his sense of mind from his high. It was a good thing Chan understood him, loving the sight of him in such a vulnerable and weak state. He looked like a precious doll he wanted to protect from anything and everything except himself. The urge to break and shatter and smash and ruin raged through every thought in his mind. Even shuddering breaths couldn't help calm Chan and his borderline animalistic mindset and crazed out feelings. Licking his lips, he grabbed onto Hyunjin's gorgeous waist, the pad of his thumbs resting on the small drops of cum he had dripped onto that beautiful figure.

"Beg. Do it again..."

"Fuck... Please, sir I-I want fingers... Want your fingers in me, please, please..." Hyunjin's whined, his begging never failing to make Chan painfully more erect and deranged. He could get high off of the mere noise alone, it just sent so many irresistibly pleasing sensations to his mind to feel just how powerful he was in fair to the boy beneath him. The trip was insane, he just couldn't help but indulge in the way it made him feel, he loved being in control and he loved having all the power in his hands. It was so different to his real-life experiences, back before he had prescription medications and took them properly. Therefore he enjoyed being in bed like this when he dominated purely to feel what he never had growing up and living out his life in general. "Sir if you don't... I swear I'm gonna call Jisung a-"

A strong hand clamped over Hyunjin's red lips, cutting him off from talking anymore. Chan didn't want to hear so much as another word about Jisung or he could swear he'd kill him. Well, realistically he probably wouldn't commit but by all means, he could come very, very close. Several grumbles, most being overly unintelligible but presumably curses to Hyunjin's fiance, left Chan's mouth in a gruff manner as he quickly complied with Hyunjin's pleas, shoving a dry finger straight into the younger man's hole. The cry of pure pain that the chained down man let out was muffled by Chan's veiny hand. Hyunjin bit down on one of the fingers, making Chan slip out the one from in his ass. He panted out to breathe and clam from the shock of something penetrating him without any lube.

"Don't be so... So fucking cocky." Chan huffed, reaching for the nightstand, rifling through the two drawers until he found a bottle of lube tucked safely away in the back. With an unintentional snarl on his face, he pulled the bottle out and brought it closer to his face, reading the labels and examining it overall. Strawberry flavoured and notably one of Hyunjin's favourite fruits. The only thing that irked him was that the bottle was half empty, meaning quite obviously that it had been used a decent few times before now. Even the idea of Hyunjin and Jisung having used this bottle between themselves made him shiver with jealousy but he contained his rage. He contained it because he knew Jisung meant nothing to Hyunjin, at least, that was what he said and Chan was ever so inclined to believe as long as it meant getting Hyunjin all to himself. Though deep down, he felt the crawling doubts. Squeezing his insides and whispering the words he didn't want to hear. Telling him, warning him that Hyunjin was only lying to get a free night of sex out of him because why not. Everything about what they were about to do, Chan could see the red lights flashing in the depths of his mind screaming for him to fall back and stop, that this wasn't worth it because it would go nowhere in the end.

Yet he could care less.

Squeezing out the lube onto his fingers, he avoided looking at the man chained down to the bed in favour of concentrating on the slick substance. He rubbed it all over three over his fingers, the ones he planned on giving to Hyunjin after hearing him beg as a good boy should. With them all nicely coated and a little on the younger man's rim, Chan placed the bottle close by on the bed and mentally made a note to use up all of it tonight as he eased in the first finger. Hyunjin winced and let a small whimper out. Chan, unlike before, tried to be more careful with his lover and pushed his finger in slowly. There was no need to wait around, stopping and starting with each movement, he knew from experience that Hyunjin would get impatient and even if he didn't know, he could take hints from how desperate he was earlier just to be stuffed up already. Soon enough, Chan's finger was all the way in, up to the knuckle and the younger man breathed out a content moan. He took that as his sign to start wiggling his finger around just a little, curling it sooner on and being rewarded with hum-like moans that only egged him on further. The sounds were so gentle and he adored the vulnerability they displayed so quaintly. It drove him so crazy and he slipped another finger into Hyunjin's tight little hole without warning. Hyunjin's walls were warm as they clenched harshly around the two appendages inside having intruded past the ring of pink puckered muscle.

"Sir... Ooh, move them... Please, please, please..." Hyunjin begged yet again, his voice trembling and at a higher pitch than normal, hands gripping tight onto the chains that held his arms down. Almost as a way to cope with the pleasurable pain, he could feel inside just from the sensation of two fingers in his hole. Then again, it had been an awfully long time since he'd been touched there, has always been the one who topped Jisung during their nights alone. So this, coming back to this beautiful feeling felt like a faraway dream, so distant he believed that it never would have come back to haunt his realities. But it had. And oh how he treasured the night he was in to experience this again. Maybe it was him just longing to bottom or perhaps it was just the mere fact that it was Chan he was bottoming for. He trusted he was in good hands with Chan. He knew the older man was aware of everything he liked, everything he wanted and didn't. He knew the older man had too many tricks up his metaphorical sleeves to tease and taunt in the bedroom and by God did he miss them.

A dirty little smirk encapsulated Chan's features as he complied to Hyunjin's dick-throbbing request, pumping his two fingers steadily back and forth in his hole. There was a slight squelch sound from the amount of lube he had put on his fingers alone and he was getting off partly on just hearing it. He curled his fingers and scissored them, doing everything he could think of to make Hyunjin whine and moan and everything did just that. In fact, he dared to slide his third finger in without warning and the sounds only got better. Hyunjin was almost in tears and Chan leaned over the younger man's body more to get a closer look at his face, leaving gentle kisses under his eye bags once he saw that his lover was really tearing up. He continued his soft kissing and brutal fingering until Hyunjin's back arched up from the bed within its limitations. Chan could tell from that alone, along with the countless whimpers of "ooh Sir! Hit there again! Again!" that he and found the pretty little bundle of nerves deep inside. The part that sent Hyunjin mad whenever he so much as grazed his fingers alongside it.

"Mhmm... So- Ah! Good... Sir, so good..." He slurred together, loving as every thrust of the fingers inside prodded knowingly at his prostate. The spikes of pleasure and waves upon waves of crashing enjoyment prickled all over his skin and Hyunjin simply couldn't get enough. Having not bottomed for so long, he knew he was going to come quicker than before, back when it was Chan he dated. "Wanna... Wanna cum, please!"

A hearty chuckle vibrated from the depths of Chan's chest up to Hyunjin's cheek where kisses were still being pressed. Chan wanted the younger man to make a mess, the messier the better. He adored when Hyunjin was absolutely drenched from head to toe in fluids and substances he shouldn't be, it was like he was nothing but a little cum-rag and they both loved the very concept of that thought.

"Go, make a mess..." Chan huskily whispered against the pudgy skin, pumping his fingers quicker and pressing harder against Hyunjin's little magic spot. More reward came in the harmonious form of outlandish moans and hitching breath and Chan absorbed it all in, wishing he had a camera roll record everything they were doing. He would die to hear these moans and sobs of euphoria on repeat, loving the beauty encapsulated in each one despite their varying volumes and lengths. Some were whimper-ish and some were near-silent but he would be lying if he said they didn't make him want to wreck Hyunjin all the same. Soon enough, Hyunjin's moaning became overrun by panting and mantras of pointless, meaningless pleas until he came a second time and squirted all over himself to mix with the drying cum of his previous high. The sight was almost too much for Chan, he just loved the way Hyunjin's back would arch off the bed ever so slightly and the way he'd roll his eyes up into his skull all while biting down hard on his lower lip. He made this exact face almost every time he would reach his orgasm and it never ever failed to spur on Chan's desperate need to just claim and fuck the life out of him. He was practically asking for it with that look on his face and the way he was begging so prettily before.

A shy giggle came from between the younger man's lips.

"I... Made a mess for you, Sir..." He smiled, it was so coy yet so genuinely innocent that Chan immediately knew where Hyunjin had fallen. This same thing had happened the last time they indulged in one another, Hyunjin would get down from a very pleasurable high and his headspace would almost seem to shift. At first, Chan had thought his lover had a little space that he was never told about until he quickly picked up on the mannerisms and realised, no little space wasn't it at all. After all, what child would start asking "to be filled by Sir"? Precisely, not one. After their first time with one another, Hyunjin had defined it as being a subspace of sorts. Somewhere his head would go during sex when he was really pleasured and felt in good hands. It was really just when he would become submissive and listen to everything and the thought of being rebellious while in that space was probably the scariest thing to him. And so, Chan, aware of this subspace, gently placed his hands on either one of Hyunjin's cheeks and gave a soft peck to his lips.

"You did baby... Sir's proud." Chan praised, through his own awkward breathing patterns. Subspace Hyunjin loved praises, especially if it involved being called a good boy or something to do with making Chan happy with him. And who was Chan to deny his sweet pretty boy what he deserved?

Hyunjin smiled, giddy off of the praise. While the younger man was distracted, Chan reached to grab the knife off of the nightstand. He had permission to use it and he wanted to so badly. While he was desperate to cut up his precious Hyunjin's skin into pretty patterns and perfect art right then and there, he was already worrying yet again. His mind was rampant with the thought of how a Hyunjin in subspace would react to the knife. Would he take it as a sign of being bad and begin to sob about how he was good? Nevertheless, he placed it down nearby on the bed, just out of Hyunjin's sight and just far enough away to prevent any accidents.

"Mmm..."

Chan perked up at the sound of his lover grumbling with a big pout on his plump lips and he leaned in closer, holding tight on the younger man's waist.

"Wanna get filled..." Hyunjin whispered out, eyes glossy. Chan's heart clenched and at the moment he completely forgot all about everything in this world, himself, all of it in favour of shushing the younger man and pressing small kisses that burst with his love and affection all over his face. He softly bit on Hyunjin's cheek and breathed out hard, nodded slowly. He couldn't deny himself any longer either, he knew he wanted to feel the man around him again, feel everything. From the sweat pouring down his forehead to the building climax and tightening knot in his stomach when he was squeezed so painfully yet so right, he wanted- no, he needed to fully relish in the experience all over again. Even if this was the last time he ever got to lick a taste of what was once his, what he still considers his. In Chan's eyes, Hyunjin was never not his. In Chan's eyes, no matter how many times Hyunjin may escape him, he will always find his way back where he truly belongs. With Chan. And with Chan alone. Even if he has to carve his name on the younger man's body to make him remember. To make him just stay already. Beneath all of Chan's veils, he really was scared of losing him. Loss was something he never had dealt well with. He still didn't. Why else would he be here? Exactly, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear losing Hyunjin to someone else, he couldn't, he just couldn't. And this, well, it was the only way he could think of turning the tide back in his favour.

With a pain-staking reluctance, Chan sat up, moving away from the face of the one he wanted to devour most. He grabbed the bottle of lube, briefly inspecting it once more. Instead of half-empty, it was a little under that, about a third of the lot left. As he had thought previously, he planned on using it all up tonight. And so, after stripping the remainders of his hardly there, to begin with, clothing, he squirted a good amount of the substance out into his hand. He slathered it all over his fully erect cock, making sure he was well covered to make the slide in as smooth and painless as possible. Once he was certain he was done good, his hands spread apart Hyunjin's beautifully flawed yet perfect legs wider and he settled more comfortably between them. However, he was not yet done with the lube. After all, Chan loved it messy and wet. He pressed the bottle opening against Hyunjin's puckering hole, almost as though it too was desperate for something to be put in, just like the man himself. Squeezing, much of the contents went in and Chan used a finger or two to push it further in, wanting it to be nice and wet when he started to fuck the living daylights out of Hyunjin.

"Sir... Please, please, you're taking too long, quicker, please don't wanna wait..."

Chan grunted at the whiny complaining, hating it so much. Hating the way it made his skin crawl and heart tighten, he didn't want to hear it. No. He hated it. Why should he need to hear complaints? He was doing good. He was good. Everything. Everything Hyunjin could ever have wanted, he could provide. All his darkest fantasies. All his domestic dreams. Chan could do it all. Right? He was good. Good. He was... Was good, right?

He breathed hard through his teeth and put the lube aside, gripping Hyunjin's waist with a strength that would leave harsh red handprints of which would bruise later on. But he couldn't focus on that right now. Only pleasing Hyunjin was on his mind. That was all that mattered.

With scrunched eyes and clenched teeth, Chan lined himself up with Hyunjin's lubed-up hole that was beginning to drip it back out slowly, pushing himself in all in one go. A long whimper-ish moan slipped out of the younger man's lips, his back making a weak arch at the sudden yet exhilarating feeling of the stretch. He rattled the chains around his wrists, wanting to reach out and grab onto the older man and grip his shoulders, scratching down his firm muscular back to relieve himself of the overwhelming sensations rushing through him. However, he couldn't, he simply couldn't complain. This restriction, though agonisingly annoying, was so damn enticing. A flavour he'd never thought of, never tried before and yet he adored it and all its disgustingly bitter and sour twangs compiled with the sweet sugary tingles that made him only want more of it.

Hyunjin's body adjusted fairly quick to Chan, thanks to both the intense preparation and the absurd amount of lube being used between them. It was terribly gross but, he loved it gross and nasty like this. Like Chan, wet and messy was his favourite way to do it and by God how he missed this. With his picky and borderline impossible to arouse fiance, Hyunjin had never been allowed to use much lube, the younger man preferring it to be wet enough to not hurt and no more, no less. It agitated him to no end but he endured it, however finally having sex in all the ways he treasured and missed so dearly was like heaven had finally crash-landed onto Earth, in the most incredible way ever. The perfect explosion of erupting emotions and sensory pleasures.

"Sir... Mmm, please... SirSirSirSirSirSir-" Hyunjin practically yelled as the older man began to thrust into him at an incalculable pace. All he knew was it was fast, far too fast for his body and yet he loved it, wanting more when he knew damn well his body was already straining at the stretching pleasure twisting up around his spine before clasping tight over his throat and choking moan after moan out of him. A never-ending mantra of pleas and whines and who even knows what. "Oohh, so- kng! F-Fuck!"

"Mine... My boy, only mine..." Chan muttered, panting with each push of his hips and their skin slamming together creating a loud slapping sound that resonated all throughout the bedroom, probably leaking through the walls and out into the hallway and then some. Even so, he kept going, wanting nothing more than to witness and be the causer of Hyunjin's utmost pleasures. Yet at the same time, he had the strangling urge to be the cause of his pain. Something about the idea of the younger man too caught up in agony below him, screaming out his burning pains and anguish as Chan ignored and kept going on just sent his mind into overload. He knew it was something he'd never get to see, hell he barely knew if he'd get to feel Hyunjin like this again after. If he did though, he could already tell that the first thing he was going to do was ask about it, if something similar could be played out between them. A roleplay, if you will. Perhaps, in these unlikely circumstances Chan was discovering more of his potential kinks and sexual explorations he'd like to embark on in the midst of fucking every last breath from his lover chained up below.

"Mmm- Oh! Hngg, please- yes! Yes! There... Please... Sir! Oh my- Ungh!" The younger man groaned, his throat being scratched hard with every sound that left it and his back arching as he tried so poorly to buck his hips back into Chan's cock. Wanting only to feel more of it as the older man slammed right into his prostate, eliciting loud and clear moans and whines of enjoyment. Chan adhered to Hyunjin's meagre requests, thrusting harder and shifting his angle to hit that bundle of nerves deep inside. "AHHh! Yes! Yes! Please...more wanna more...!"

All the chanting strings of drawn-out moaning went straight to Chan's head, joining the already overcrowded mess up there. He grits his teeth, baring them as he scrunched his face up to cope with what was happening. With the experiences, he was reliving in this moment. His mind couldn't help but flitter back to the first time they had done this, the first time they gave up their most vulnerable of sides to each other with the bittersweet lie of love. Chan was foolish then and he should have known Hyunjin couldn't have been truthful, and yet he still clung onto that thin slither of hope. And yet, here he was still hoping and clinging for all his life that maybe, just maybe something would be different this time. That no white lies would be told this time and when everything was over, when their later highs succumbed to exhaustion, perhaps they could start a new. Perhaps they could go back to how they were. Before Jisung. Before anything. Chan groaned, he was truly so selfish and he knew it but how could he not be when it was Hyunjin at the centre of this all?

"S-sir! C-c... C-can't!" Hyunjin practically screamed, head burying backwards into the sheets as moan after moan of ecstasy spewed from his mouth. It seemed never-ending, to the point that tears pricked the corners of his eyes, several dripping down his cheeks and hics joining the mess of noises he made with each thrust that hit him in just the right way. "Cummies- please! Let your pretty boy, ahh ng please, Sir!"

Chan swallowed hard, yet another fruitless attempt at calming the craze that rushed his mind as he let one of his hands slip away from the younger man's waist, reaching for the knife hidden in the ruffled sheets. The moment his fingers so much as grazed the cool handle of the blade, his heart fluttered in a mad frenzy. He couldn't control himself. He had to, he had to use it and he had to use it now. Carefully, he slid it closer to the heat of their intimacy until the metal brushed on Hyunjin's thigh, eliciting a gasp from him.

"Fuck... Is that a-Ah fuck mnng, is that the knife?" He spluttered out between laboured breaths and pornographic sounds. "Carve... UgH do it! Fucking do it, Chan! S-Swear to f-fuck... Mhnng please do it..."

Though his hands were shaky, Chan complied, the rush of being allowed to do this still seeming so impossibly surreal to him. He slowed his thrusts as he drew the point of the blade to stare down at the flawless, unharmed skin of Hyunjin's perfect thigh. His heart rate grew quicker and he scrunched up his eyes, stabbing the knife shallowly into the skin. Even with his sight ridden from his senses, all his mind allowed him to see always flashing red. Was it blood? Was it lights? Chan couldn't tell, all he really knew was he was overwhelmingly satisfied and so much pressure and tensions in his body loosened. Comfort being restored steadily throughout. Several seconds passed of both men's heavy breaths before Chan could bring himself to look at what wonder he had done. The very tip of the blade was sunken into Hyunjin's thigh just far enough for blood to peer around the metal, threatening to trickle down and stain the sheets beneath them. He tilted the knife sideways ever so slightly, watching a thick drop of the red liquid do just that, meandering its way down the younger man's thigh until it fell to the white sheets, the colour spreading in a large patch. Chan licked his chapped lips at this sight.

"Beautiful..." He managed to whisper out. "My beautiful boy, mine... All mine."

With each word, his grip on the knife handle grew tighter and his knuckles reflected just that with how white they turned from the pressure. He dragged the blade down, his thrusts into Hyunjin coming to a complete standstill as he focused on carving his name into Hyunjin's thigh, it was far more important. He needed to leave his mark. His lover seemed not to mind, too caught up in breathing through the sharp scratches he felt with each drag of the blade. Chan drew the last line for bieub, beginning the long line for a. A twisted grin made itself present on his face the further along through his name he went, finally carving in the nieun for "Chan" and reaching for the nightstand to place the knife upon before coming hurried back to appreciate his artwork. Smothered in blood, so much, it was a beautiful bloody mess he loved dearly. It was perfect, everything he wanted. His tongue dipped out and he pulled away from Hyunjin in favour of allowing himself more space, leaning down and licking a long stripe over the cuts he made. The hot tang of iron and metallic flavours attacked his tongue in an aggressive manner and while it should have revolted him, it should have made him want to throw up, he softly groaned and lapped up more of it, letting it settle in his mouth before he decided to have more fun with it. After licking a decent amount of Hyunjin's blood up, he moved to hover over the younger man face to face. He licked a stripe up his neck, watching with complete satisfaction as the mixed mess of his saliva and the blood-stained the perfect skin he was tainting. He spat the rest out onto Hyunjin's stomach, leaving it to do whatever it wanted before tugging Hyunjin into a strong and heated kiss.

Electric was the only way to describe the way their kiss felt as the blood still in Chan's mouth slipped into Hyunjin's. A whimper left the younger man's throat at the taste, his mind unsure on how to respond to having his own blood in his mouth while his body was squirming in excitement at the very prospect. He loved it so much. Too much. Their tongues rolled messily against one another's, lips fighting to stay together as drool slipped down Hyunjin's chin in thick lumps of saliva and blood. Disgusting but oh how they loved it this way. Without any warning whatsoever, Chan thrust back into Hyunjin's needy hole, a symphony of moans and groans and God-knows-what spilling out their lips, muffled briefly by their slobbery kiss. Tears were rolling down the younger man's cheeks, becoming quickly overwhelmed with the pressure rebuilding itself in the very pits of his stomach. The knot was forming with a speed much faster than earlier and it grew tighter and tighter with each rough thrust that hit his prostate with almost deadly accuracy. He sobbed into the make-out session until Chan pulled back, giving him space to breathe a bit more as he screamed out. He couldn't tell what he felt; was it pleasure, pain? Hyunjin could care less, he just wanted - no, he needed - more.

"Ah! Sir! Please, please! Ng!"

A deep groan rumbled in Chan's throat. He moved quicker, wanting to help his precious pretty boy reach the high he deserved. The sudden quickening of pace caused the younger man to squeeze his eyes shut, unable to keep them open any longer or he'd fear forgetting how to breathe. And, while those gorgeous eyes were hidden away, Chan reached one hand down to grip nice and tight over the still-bleeding carving of his name, making Hyunjin hiss and cry. With his other hand, he fussed around with the chain around one of the younger man's wrists until it was finally freed from its constraints. Hyunjin gasped and hastily wrapped that free arm around the back of Chan's neck, tugging the older man closer to his face. A fragile attempt at grounding his focus onto something, onto someone while his body and mind grew lost in every powerful sensation spamming through his veins.

"Sir... Sir... U- Ah! Ah! Ungg!" Hyunjin vocalised, trying so desperately to speak amongst the pleasure. "Cummies! Please! Ahh hahhh... Boy needs, please...!"

Chan shushed the younger man, peppering soft kisses along his jaw and gripping harder onto his cut-up thigh. He whined and more tears rolled down his face. How could he ever have let this beauty leave him? Chan pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Hyunjin's mouth, silently promising himself to never let him go again. To never let him slip from between his fingers like he had before.

"Go on." Chan managed out, panting heavily as he also grew closer to his own orgasm. It didn't take too much longer for Hyunjin to cry out, digging his sharp nails into Chan's back and painstakingly dragging them downwards and leaving angry red scratches as he came. And by God did he. His cock spewed out so much semen from its slit, to the point where Chan wouldn't be surprised if the younger man below him quite literally had spilt out all he was worth. Hyunjin's breath was laboured and unsteady and as a result Chan pitied him, slowing down his thrusts despite his own orgasm being so painfully close. He reached his hand away from the cuts and ran it softly against Hyunjin's cheek, staining it with blood.

"Sir... N-no more, please..." Hyunjin sobbed, bringing his hand to the back of Chan's neck and pulling him down again to cry into his shoulder. "Please no more... Your pretty boy can't take no more...

"Okay... Okay." Chan wittered to himself, listening to Hyunjin the best he could. He slid out of the younger man completely, muttering curses at his ruined high. He was so close, so painfully close. Perhaps it was a metaphor. Really, what was he supposed to expect from this? For Hyunjin to tear away from an engagement just to date an ex? Exes are exes for a reason; Chan just can't bring himself to acknowledge that. He didn't want to give up the only light that had ever graced his life. It was almost like an addiction: he needed Hyunjin or he'd go crazy. But life isn't like that, he should know that and yet here he is right now, trying so hard to convince himself otherwise when the truth had been right there from the very beginning. Just because Hyunjin was the one chained to the bed didn't mean that was a reflection of reality. No: Chan was the one in chains, shackled to his inability to give up and accept defeat. All he needed to do to escape was face the mirror that showed him everything passing him by and scream that he would give in, that he couldn't stand it and he was done. That he would move on. Only then would the chains free him and let him stumble back into his life again. Free to live without the abandonment he felt inside from the one he loves most. Without even realizing it, tears had formed in Chan's hazy brown eyes as he looked down delicately at Hyunjin's precious face; puffy and red with tear tracks and blood all over.

"Channie..." Hyunjin whispered, his gentle honey-like voice breaking the icy silence that threatened to encapsulate them save for the heavy breathing that reflected how exasperated they were. His slender hand slipped from the back of Chan's neck to cup the side of his face, thumb stroking softly over the stray tears that trickled down. "What's wrong?"

Chan shook his head, his face screwing up more as he began to sob and streams rolled down his cheeks. Sniffling, he buried his face against Hyunjin's bare chest, crying his guts out and only growing louder as the reality of the situation caved in on him further. He couldn't help himself, it just hurt so much, the weight was too intense to carry all at once and part of him was already begging to make it stop. Why was he so susceptible? His mind could do whatever it wanted and time and time again he'd continue to fall for it just like now. In fact, it dawned on him that of course, of course, Hyunjin wouldn't want him after this. Why would he?

"Hey, hey, Channie none of this, lovely... I don't want to hear you upset." The younger man whispered, his voice cracking just a little towards the end. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"Want... Jinnie..."

"I'm right here, I'm here, lovely."

"W-want Jinnie! Please!" Chan cried and Hyunjin quickly tried to shush him, running his free hand through the older man's thick and curly locks. It was a weak attempt to soothe him but it worked to an adequate degree that Hyunjin was willing to accept for the time being. "Don't wanna lose my Jinnie... Please, don' leave me..."

"Awh, what makes you think I'm gonna leave you?"

"You... You have J-Jisung... I-I don't mean anything anymore..." He cried, more tears bursting out as he slobbered all over and his head began pounding. Hyunjin shushed him some more, peppering some awkwardly angled kisses onto the crown of his head while his fingers continued to tangle in the hair.

"Lovely, you do mean something to me," Hyunjin mentioned, taken aback by the older man's insecurities of which he'd never heard voiced aloud before. Sure, he knew Chan had many troubles, this was just one that he never had heard. "I love you so much, you know?"

Chan nodded.

Hyunjin cooed, cupping Chan's face with both his hands now. When the older man let out what must have been the most adorable giggle ever, he couldn't help but smile back. He was so precious right now, Hyunjin could just squish him forever if only he weren't so exhausted. "Now, I'm going to tell you again, okay? I really really love you and I'm never leaving you, Channie."

"Never ever?" He asked, making Hyunjin's smile grow at the cuteness he was being blessed by.

"Never ever, Channie, never ever."