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[The shift is fine. The shift is good. The shift pushes Zen neatly into a headspace he needed and wanted. He's Jumin's and Jumin is his world. He knew this, he expressed this, but verbally acknowledging his position over and over makes him more than a little pleased. it brings him such joy that he's smiling when he's kissed, and he hums happily. Everything is carefully escalating. Everything is beautiful.

His hands slide back up when the kiss is broken.]

I'll be good. I'll do my best for you.

[As long as Jumin is happy, he'll make Zen happy, too. Pleasantly coasting along, he closes his eyes. It's just in time to feel the liquid dripping onto him.]

Oh...

I know you will. You always do.

[ Faith and confidence in Zen doing exactly as he says. There's no doubt in Jumin's mind. He's always been a man of his word, after all, to almost infuriatingly stubborn levels.

He smiles faintly at the quiet, pleased noises that leave Zen and he runs the tip of the massager between Zen's cheeks. It doesn't take much lubricant, the width of the thing no bigger than a finger, but it soon slips easily up inside and gets pressed forward until it's fully seated within him. It's curved just so, the head of it pressing firmly against Zen's prostate, and Jumin smirks as he glances up, slowly moving the toy back and forth. ]

Now, let's see... What do you think? Should I turn it on?

[There. He wasn't sure what was going to be used, but he's pleased at what is. It's one of his favorites, and he can picture its curve, delicate and artistic, as it slides in. It slides in, and it finds its mark.

He can't answer at first. His whole body shakes with pleasure, and he knows he'd come too fast if he didn't have the ring on. He's sensitive and so aroused from Jumin's attentions that he's going to be in wonderful agony.

With a sigh, he shivers and is patient enough not to move.]

Do whatever you want to me. I want to make you happy... sir...

Good answer.

[ The praise is evident in his voice, slightly surprised and pleased all at the same time. And just for that, Jumin does turn it on, but leaves it running low and constant rather than a teasing pulse, pressed right up against the sweetest spot inside of Zen's body. He smiles faintly and lets go of the toy, letting it do its job so that he can run both of his hands up Zen's back.

And then his fingers start to dig in, pressing against the muscles of Zen's back as he gives him a massage himself.

He wonders how long Zen can hold out before he starts rutting against the chair. ]

[Zen is good. He really is. And he adores Jumin, and wants him to happy, far more than he cares about his own happiness. When he's offered physical pleasure by Jumin, he wants it on Jumin's terms unless otherwise appropriate.

The low thrum inside of him makes him laugh nervously, muttering a small curse before apologizing for it. His hips still, just so he won't move the toy even a little, but he melts under Jumin's touch.]

Mmm...

[His whole body warms and he starts to slip into a deeper, darker mindset. It's a slow, spiraling descent as he's touched, but Jumin makes him relax. And the more he relaxes, the more his body is attuned to the vibration inside of him.]

It feels so good...

[ Jumin leans forward, letting his lips hover near Zen's ear as he continues to lightly work out the knots along the actor's back. His voice drops to a low rumble, purred out and dripping with honey. ]

You moan so sweetly, pet...

[ His leg shifts forward, knee resting on the chair between Zen's so that he can use his thigh to wiggle the massager back and forth. If Zen's going to try to not move it, Jumin is going to make sure the exact opposite of that actually happens.

He darts his tongue out, runs it along the shell of Zen's ear before biting down on the lobe. ]

I'll never tire of it.

[The knots melt away, in part because Jumin's touch, even when light, soothes him immensely. It makes his life beautifully simple.]

For you... I'll moan all night...

[But then Jumin has to move, and the little device moves with him, making Zen moan so loudly that it sounds in his own ears, high and wanton. His hips shift, bucking forward, grinding back. If it's unattractive to want so much, he's only a little sorry.]

Keep... oh, god.

[His cock is throbbing. It hurts... it's amazing. Zen might be more than a little bit of a masochist.]

[ Heat pools low in Jumin's body, leaving him straining against his slacks as Zen lets out that moan. He sounds beautiful, more lovely like this than he ever has on stage, and Jumin makes a mental note to set up a recording device just so he can have the audio of one of their encounters on hand. A personal keepsake.

One hand stops what it's doing and drifts down to take a hold of the end of the massager. He starts to slowly thrust it in and out of Zen's body, making sure to press it just so as he pushes it in. His mouth goes to the bite mark on Zen's shoulder from before and he bites again, darkens the spot, before withdrawing his mouth. ]

You're never allowed to leave me.

[ The words are quiet, barely audible against Zen's skin, as though Jumin had never fully intended to say them out loud in the first place. To distract himself from the fact that he did his thumb rolls over the controls on the massager to ramp the intensity up a degree. ]

Edited (repeats self repetitiously) 2016-11-12 04:10 (UTC)

[He'll do anything. He'll let Jumin record him, he'll let him play it back. They can make endless memories and capture them however Jumin wants. For this man, he'll do everything.

The toy moves, and he gasps, a strained, strangled groan following it. So many sensations, and he hunches his back as his fingers claw at the chair. His cock achesd and throbs, and it's so good...]

I'll never leave you... I love you.

[It's a low, sweet whisper, for Jumin's ears only, and Zen smiles softly despite the overwhelming sensations. He's a romantic at heart, it's true. But it's only a flash, because Jumin turns the controls up, and Zen bucks his hips again, grinds down against the massager, and moans, almost yells.]

Jumin, I'm yours.

[ It hurts, throbs in his chest in beautiful agony. The words play over and over in his mind, on repeat, stuck in a loop that keeps him in this place. Zen won't leave and neither will Jumin, the both of them too tied up in the other to ever even consider leaving as an option. It doesn't stop the flashes of insecurity, the moments where Jumin worries Zen might disappear. It's why the collar, the leash, the everything. Tie him down, trap him, ruin him to any other person's touch. It's the only way to keep him.

He reaches around Zen for where he'd tied him to the chair and undoes it with a few quick motions of his hand before he wraps both of his arms around Zen's torso and pulls him backwards, pressing his bare back flush against Jumin's suited chest. He holds him there for a moment, arms around his stomach and face buried against his neck, and he can't hold it back anymore. He aches, his desire to be buried inside of Zen's body more important to him than anything in the moment, and he finally moves a hand to reach down and remove the toy from inside of Zen's body. ]

You wanted to ride me, right?

[ His voice is thick, the lust and need very nearly palpable in that one sentence. He takes a step back, pulls Zen off of the chair and turns them around so that he can sit in the chair instead, Zen in his lap, and his arms finally fall free. ]

At your leisure, then.

[ Still clothed, still almost fully proper. Zen will have to take care of all of it. ]

[Zen hopes he has nothing to worry about. He doesn't let himself doubt Jumin, because Jumin has said as much, that he cares and he wants him. He's so sad when Jumin doubts anything between them. Those little moments where he seems uncertain are so heartbreaking; Zen wants to give him every part of himself until Jumin leaves or gets bored or changes his mind. Maybe that will never happen. Zen is always going to pretend like it's impossible. He's been ruined, right down to his heart, for anyone else.

Everything happens quickly, the leash being released, his body being tugged back flush against his lover. The clothing against him feels good because it feels like Jumin, like no one else who's ever held him. He's kept and held and he breathes Jumin's name sweetly before the toy is removed. Then he whimpers. It's a short-lived disappointment.

He staggers to his feet as he's pulled to where Jumin wants him, and immediately his instinct is to push back, grinding his ass lightly against him. Zen will squirm, will wait until his body calms from the prior stimulation. He'll move his hips and relish the cock ring and want more, but only only only once he has Jumin thoroughly pleased with him.

Slowly, he rises from Jumin's lap, turns to face him, and settles soft, light hands on his cheeks. They trail down to his chest, to the remaining closed buttons of his shirt, which Zen unfastens carefully. He slides his fingers over Jumin's belt, too, working at it so it opens, so he can tease at the button beneath.]

Don't let anyone else do this for you, okay? Just me, right?

You are the only one, Ryu. You will always be the only one.

[ He shifts slightly, pulling his arms a bit as he leans back so that his shirt falls open further, torso bared. He could shrug out of the shirt if he wanted to, but there's always something good about being mostly dressed while Zen writhes on top of him fully naked. Another power trip, not that Jumin needs any help in that department.

He lays his arms on the armrests of the chair and lets Zen work, a faint smile on his face as he watches him toy with the button. He's very obviously hard beneath the fabric, pressing against the front of the trousers in a noticeable bulge, and he chuckles quietly. ]

You're showing a fair amount of restraint. I'm proud.

I don't want you to forget how it feels.

[The button is finally pulled open, then his zipper is drawn down, and Zen apparently doesn't care if Jumin's pants get dirty, because he's eagerly, but gently reaching into his trousers and pulling his cock out. Sighing, he leans in.]

I love this. [And he gives him a nice, long lick. Now where did that lube go...]

Nn--!

[ Finally, finally there's a break in the placid demeanor, a slight hitch in breath as first Zen's hand goes around him and then his tongue, hot and wet and sorely needed. Jumin's eyes cloud over slightly and his hands grip the rests of the chair a little tighter as he pulls himself back together. He told Zen to take this at his own pace, and he's going to stick to that.

Sensing the unasked question, he lets go of the chair so he can motion toward the table where everything was left. ]

It's there.

[Watching Jumin shift, the tension changing, makes Zen giddy. He looks up with wicked eyes and licks his lips before lapping at the head of his cock again, his fingers catching upon the lube and drawing it over. He'll stand, then, and hold the little bottle out with a smile.

Then the lid is flipped open, and Zen pours some right onto Jumin before he begins to stroke him slowly.]

I think I'll face away this time, alright?

[ He takes the brief moment of Zen standing to collect himself, to bring himself back under control. Zen always liked to make comments about how men can be animals who act only on instinct, and he certainly wasn't wrong. Give Jumin an inch and he'll take a mile--but they have a weekend for this, and he would prefer if Zen was able to walk in the morning.

Then again, they have a weekend. Walking can be left for the last day of it. Hm. ]

Perfectly fine.

[ And a beautiful view, to boot. The long stretch of Zen's back, open for him to lean forward and leave his mark on; not to mention his hair, in reach and easily grabbed. It's wonderful, really. His eyes gloss over slightly as the lube is poured over him and he lets out a faint groan, his body already in tune with what's about to happen. Wants it to happen. He craves being inside Zen like a man in the desert craves water. ]

Edited 2016-11-14 02:03 (UTC)

Got those smut picture prompts on lock

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