Thread: Break the Cycle: REJECT STYLE [BAB+Soubi]

Right. Um. . . now where are we going? Instead of answering, Jinki only grinned as he strutted happily down the hall with Kibum in his arms. Despite his height, Kibum somehow managed to fit himself there so well , tucking his legs up naturally it seemed as his arms stayed circled around Jinkis neck. The feel of Kibum holding on to him delighted the master trainee in ways that made his insides feel like those fuzzy caterpillars were crawling around in there. Just before the door to the bedroom, Jinki slightly shifted Kibums weight in his arms, hugging him up a bit higher and tighter, so that when he went to open the door with his foot both of them would be safe. He lightly kicked the door open to reveal their very simple and plain bedroom, but to Jinki it was the single most wonderful room hed ever laid eyes on now that hed actually get the chance to use it. But, as he crossed the room and laid Kibum onto the bed carefully, his own body easing above, his nerves started to kick in all over again. The giddy happy feeling didnt go away, but that almost made it worse because the nervousness was collecting in every spare corner of his body. The reason for it was Jinkis realization of just how ridiculously beautiful Kibum was and that he was about to devirginize the both of them. Things felt surreal for a moment, and Jinkis brain went blank as he stared down at the other male. When he realized Kibum was watching him stare, Jinki felt his face heat up slightly. To hide his embarrassment as he backed off the bed he leaned down quickly and dotted a kiss on the side of Kibums mouth, working to the chin and down the throat to the sternum with light little pecks, his hair brushing along after the trail of lips. He muttered a quiet Wait here before slipping off the bed to snatch up his bag of personal belongings by the door hed brought along to the dorm. From it he dug out an only slightly smaller bag that seemed to be the majority of the bulk, then shuffled in a rush back to the bed. He eased himself onto it carefully, avoiding Kibums eyes for the moment while he concentrated on his task. Pulling at the drawstring, Jinki opened the bag and uncerimoniously dumped the contents onto the mattress like a child would dump their halloween candy. Bottles and tubs and tubes and packets of all sizes and colors poured out of their place of residence to spill between the two of them. Tossing the emptied bag to the side without a care, Jinki started sifting through the pile. He was just about to reach for one particular bottle when another more pale hand reached out for it. Jinkis eyes followed the hand up its arm and to Kibums face, who was now sitting up on his knees, as the collared man turned the bottle in his hand. Whats all this? Jinkis brows shifted in slight confusion as he watched Kibum read the label intently. Its. . . lube. He answered rather carefully, something about the others expression worrying him a bit, though he didnt exactly know why. Maybe it had to do with the way Kibum was now silently mouthing the list of ingredients. Jinki hoped that he wasnt about to be disapproved of. Its. . . my collection actually, he said with some level of uncertainty. Those unusual eyes looked up at him then, still making Jinkis heart stutter for a moment like it did every time their gazes came into contact. He couldnt help thinking that he would probably never get over that. Do people usually collect this? Again, Jinki felt warmth cover his features, making him clear his throat at the curious expression on Kibums face. No. Not usually. His eyes ducked down as his voice quieted a bit. No. Jinkis bangs slid across his face as he lowered while his hand filtered through the pile once more, fishing for one specific kind. But, since Im just a trainee still I dont get new stuff often. . . He almost felt entitled to apologizing to Kibum, and ventured a quick glance from under the safety of his overhanging bangs to see if the other male was unhappy with the selection. Jinki had thought that his collection was actually pretty good, but he couldnt be sure of what his hopeful pets tastes were like. Maybe he had a particular favorite that Jinki didnt have? Did he have a preference for the base? Or maybe he had some sort of allergy that he hadnt been told about? Jinki quickly tried to pick out a few of his better lubricants, keeping his head down as Kibum stayed quiet. Um, which, which smell do you like better? Jinki started pulling a few silicone and oil based kinds towards himself, I have strawberry, vanilla, pina colada- I like you. U? Jinki pushed through the pile, his brows furrowing. I dont think Ive- Jinki nearly dropped the bottle in his hand, as the statement had just dawned on him. No way he could have just heard that correctly, right? Um, sorry, what? I said, Jinki gupled at the almost purr-like sound of Kibums voice you . I like your smell. Jinki cant help but to turn his eyes up then, even as the tremors in his heart start again. His bangs slide away from his eyes, so that nothing is blocking his view of Kibum. Kibum, who is slinking towards him on all fours, staring with those sharp eyes and slipping the edge of his tongue out over his bottom lip as though hes hungry for Jinki. Jinki is rendered completely helpless as a hand slides up his leg, making it shudder, the touch going straight to his dick. Kibums hand is so warm and soft and oh fuck its going up his thigh now. Jinki forgets to breathe when Kibums eyes leave his face to stare down at his dick, which twitches needfully at the attention. Its only as Kibums fingers grip firmer on the meat of his thigh and he starts sinking lower that Jinkis brain actually processes what the other intends to do. Wait. Um- You- Thats- You dont- The rest of his sentence is cut off by a deep moan surging from his throat, because Kibums tongue has just touched the head of his cock. The sensation makes his legs twitch, makes his hips come up off the bed briefly before sinking back down quickly. His fingers curl into the bedsheets as Kibums lips join his tongue, his head falling backwards with a breathy sigh because he cant remember ever wanting someones mouth on him like this before. Jinkis hands move to Kibums hair, gently resting on the back of his head and neck as he looks down at the pet. Something in the back of his mind tells him that the way Kibums lapping at him is different than what hes seen before, but fuck if he cares because no ones ever been as pretty giving him head as Kibum has. When the flat of Kibums tongue strokes over his slit, Jinki bites his lip. His mind is fairly reeling with the fact that he feels like he could come right now, because Kibums only been at it for thirty seconds at most. As much as he wants to let this continue, Jinki cant just let his chance to bond slide like this. The urgency of his situation pushes him. Wait. This is- his toes curl with a sharp inhale when Kibums tongue flicks over his balls. He cant let himself just come like this. Jinki puts his hands on Kibums shoulders and starts to push him off gently. Kibum, I dont think- Jinki is startled into a small yelp when Kibums hand squeezes too roughly at the base of his length, and hes pretty sure that hes not hearing things even though it sounded like Kibum just growled at him. Jinki cant decide if Kibums grip on him is something he should be fearful of or not, but hes turned on by it nonetheless, which means bringing him closer to failing to bond once again. He pushes harder at Kibums shoulders then, which only makes things more blissfully worse , because with every bit of added pressure he tries to use to push Kibum away from his cock, Kibums lip close tighter around his head. Kibum sucks hard when Jinki resists again, making him shiver erratically, though that uncontrolled convulsion works in his favor to pull those dangerous lips off of him with a wet little pop and a light scrape of teeth. Jinkis not quite sure what comes over him when he keeps shoving and puts Kibum on his back, his breathing coming in quick heavy pants as his hands push Kibums shoulders into the bed. There is a mixture of emotions in his eyes as he stares down at Kibum, though shocked wonder and lust are at the forefront. Jinki only gets a second though to take in the appearance of Kibums flushed and frustrated face before the other male somehow manages to wriggle free of being pinned and is contorting himself beneath Jinki. The trainee is left watching as a major feat of flexibility is performed before his eyes as Kibum turns himself around, leaving Jinki staring at Kibums pert ass as his torso is twisted beneath him. He already has his hands on Jinkis cock again before the older male realizes that the attack is far from over. If he thought that Kibum was being aggressive before, then Jinki isnt quite sure what to call the attention to his dick now, as its far more intense then anything hes experienced. Kibums hands are almost clawing in their grip on his thighs, holding Jinkis legs apart as that hot wet mouth navigates relentlessly. As Kibum sucks one swell of testicle into his mouth, Jinki cant help the way his voice snakes out of him in a long lewd moan. He thinks to himself that he sounds different, hasnt once sounded like he usually does when someone else is touching him. His breath catches and he sinks to his forearms, his face inches from smooth warm flesh of ass when Kibum tugs his length down to meet his mouth as it reaches up, letting it sink further than the head this time. Jinki in some form of half hearted desperation jerks his hips, trying to get them out of Kibums reach, but to no avail. Kibum digs his fingers in, telling Jinki hes not about to let up until he wants to, and giving in to the pleasure and Kibums will, Jinki lets his upper body collapse, his face pillowed by the butt that he apparently wont be fucking today. His breaths fall across pale flesh, and at first he doesnt really register the way Kibums body sort of reacts to his own hot exhales. Its only when he licks his tongue out over his own lips, just by chance brushing over the swell of rounded cheek does he actually hear the small almost groan from the mouth filled with his cock. Jinkis eyes open quickly at the sound, and he raises his head slightly, making his hair sweep over the fine skin. Theres no mistaking the way Kibums lower body subtly shivers under him. Jinkis pants come faster, because there just might be some way of distracting Kibum into relinquishing his cock. Jinki dusts his hands over the backs of Kibums thighs, trailing fingertips, earning him plenty of shivers from the long limbed body under his. The sucking on his cock doesnt let up, but that tongue pauses for every touch that Jinki supplies. With his mouth hovering over flesh, Jinki lets the tip of his tongue run from the top of Kibums crack, trailing spider light between the two globes of flesh. Hes answered by a strangled yelp. Jinki repeats the action, that yelp coming in clear when Kibums mouth unfastens from his erection. Jinkis ears cant help but to berate him, because now hes not sure which is worse for holding himself back having his dick sucked or listening to Kibums voice. He presses onward though, because for every second that he doesnt continue Kibum goes back to trying to suck him off. Jinkis hands move to the rolls of butt this time, and he lays an open mouth kiss to one cheek before pulling them apart gently. With fingertips pressing into toned yet supple flesh, Jinki marvels at the place hes suppose to invade. His hips shudder just from the sight alone. Kibum is ever so slightly rosy, tightly wrinkled and so tiny. Saliva starts to collect in Jinkis mouth, and theres notthought to stop himself, or take his time teasing around the area of that tight bud before he runs the flat of his tongue right over it. Jinki moans, so loud and vibrating that he doesnt even hear Kibums reply, can only feel it as the body under him writhes. Kibums scent is so strong in his nostrils that Jinki can taste it. He works his tongue over again and again, closing his lips around that entrance and sucking gently. His breath comes hot and moist over Kibums unexplored territory, hardly caring to pull his face away to breathe, greedily taking in oxygen through his nose as his mouth works over Kibums hole, his tongue bathing the area with full, fat, and lazy strokes. When he pulls away the area is glistening with his saliva, the tiny puckered hole flushed like Kibums face must be. But as hes taking in the view, Kibum is suddenly pulling away from him, trying to slide out from under his legs. Hands are on his thighs, though this time not to keep him steady, but so the thinner figure can pull his body out. Kibum twists his torso over so hes flat on his back in the small moment of reprieve, his hips turning so that instead of Kibums backside, a hardening cock is left in its wake. Jinki moves quickly then, snagging his hands onto pelvis as Kibum tries almost desperately to get away from Jinkis practiced mouth, but it only gets him stimulation in front. Jinki sinks his mouth around Kibums dick, sucking sucking sucking at the soft length. Arousal hits Kibum quickly as his penis fills fast inside Jinkis mouth, the length growing with each pull back of his lips. It doesnt take long for them to be in a matching state once again, both fully erected, reaching towards their bellies. Jinkis mouth pops off of Kibums arousal when he has to press his hands into the pets hips, pushing him against the bed as he tries to thrust upwards. He lets his tongue and lips smooth around the base, kissing at the swells of flesh below. With Kibum no longer seeming to have the ability, or perhaps the care, to make Jinki pass on their bonding, the trainee moves his hands from Kibums hips to cradle his left arm under a thigh and around to the knee, holding him there while his mouth continues. He reaches blindly to the side to pick out the familiar tube, no longer worrying over his earlier anxieties of Kibums lubrication preference. His mind is too fixated on just getting inside the hole to think about whether Kibum likes oil, silicone, or water based products. When he grabs a hold of the desired choice of his own, Jinki pulls it to him. Mouth still working on Kibum, Jinki coats his fingers in way too much of the slippery substance - not that he cares - before dipping them between quivering thighs. He threads his fingers past the cheeks of Kibums ass, jutting the tips of his manicured fingers along the hole that is now clenched tight. He rubs over the wrinkled flesh with his index finger, then pushes just the very tip in the center, circling slowly, trying to persuade it into relaxing some, but Kibums body is clearly far beyond relaxation. With the area dripping with excess lube, Jinki aligns his finger, and pushes in as he moves his mouth to engulf Kibums entire length, his throat convulsing slightly when the cockhead hits the back of his throat. But hes too preoccupied with the amazing tightness and heat that surrounds his digit to care. The sounds coming from Kibums mouth are ridiculous in their intensity, better than any sound Jinki can remember hearing in his entire life. His balls tighten up just from that voice and the twitching around his finger. He groans around Kibums cock while his head swims from trying not to shoot all over Kibums stomach right now. Hands scrabble at the backs of his thighs when his mouth vibrates around Kibums erection, signaling Jinki to pull his mouth off. The wet cock slaps with a low thud against Kibums flat abdomen when he releases it, panting hard, trying - rather impossibly - to catch his breath. Jinki starts to move his finger in more, then eases it out some, and watches as Kibums cock twitches in confused pleasure, mirroring his vocals. Jinkis tongue slips out on his own lips as he eyes the delicious pink tinted flesh below his chin. Kibum has the hands down most perfectly pretty and proportionate cock that Jinki has ever laid eyes on. Its curve against Kibums stomach is arched so beautifully, the flesh is so smooth, so silky, his balls are so perfectly swollen and round and full. And the taste, fuck, the taste of it. Jinki now understood why some of the other trainees so loved sucking cock with everything they had, if every one of them tasted like Kibum, he would have probably choked to death on penis by now. The stretching goes slower than he'd thought it would, Jinki hadn't anticipated for Kibum to be quite so tight . In all honesty, he'd never done any work or practice on an unpenetrated male before, and Kibum, who like him, had never bonded, it was new for Jinki. He could never have guessed that Kibum had never even been stretched before. Though, Kibum seemed to be doing well enough with two fingers, judging by the way his legs jerked at the knees whenever Jinki delicately brushed over his prostate. With each farther push of his fingers, Jinki would stroke his hand along Kibum's leg. He trailed his tongue on the points of Kibum's pelvis, on the base of his cock, and on his thighs as he moved in a third finger. Kibum's hands came down to his wrist then, gripping it tight, leaving his thighs which the pet had been using like stress pillows. Jinki abruptly stopped pushing his finger in, ducking his head upside down, hair pooling next to Kibums cock, to look back at the other, face completely flushed, eyes wincing, mouth gasping. Jinki stared, eyes widening. Was he doing something wrong? Kibum was reacting strangely to this, because the hold on his wrist wasnt trying to push his fingers in faster, it was almost like, almost like Kibum didnt want Jinkis fingers in his ass. But, Jinki had to get three fingers in. He had to. His trainer had stressed it to him so much for a new pet. The trainer had even gone to the lengths of personally showing him how much even the thoroughly fucked practice pets didn't appreciate sex without proper stretching. Though, seeing Kibum, someone he was going to be potentially bonded to, his pet with his face wrenched so much, Jinki didnt know what to do. His dick wined and his heart sank when he slowly, slowly let his fingers pull out. He heard a sigh from behind him when he left the hole empty, a sigh that Jinki didnt take for missing his fingers, but one of relief. Carefully, as though he were afraid to touch Kibum now, Jinki pulled his left leg over from where he had been straddling the other man. Kneeling beside him now, his cock still pulsing with want, Jinki let his hands rest on his thighs, the slippery one upturned with his fingers bent away from his own skin. He watched Kibums chest settle a little in its rapid rise and fall, but the lighter haired male had his eyes closed, keeping whatever was going on in his head a complete mystery. Jinki felt failure and depression looming like a dark cloud above him, just waiting to descend with one word from the other. Kibum? Jinkis voice was quiet, uncertain, as though if he spoke too loud it would insight the reaction that Kibum had given him just a short while before. When no answer came, he tried again, only slightly higher in volume. Ki- I heard you. Jinki froze at Kibums tone, his throat going dry and sweat starting to break out on his forehead. Was this going to be it? Did I. . . I was difficult for Jinki to even form the question. Did I do something wrong? Kibum still didnt look at him, or even show that he had heard, but Jinki was too intimidated to repeat himself again. He waited, silent, sure that he was going to be given the boot. When Kibum sighed, Jinkis breathe stilled in morbid anticipation. No. No? No? So then, he didnt do anything wrong? Jinki couldnt bring himself to feel relieved, not with an answer like that which didnt make any kind of sense to him. Even though he probably should have just gone with it, Jinki knew he would never be at ease with just that. When Kibum didnt continue, Jinki chanced prying. So, then why. . .? Kibum flopped a hand over his face, so that Jinki wasnt able to see the blush spreading there. The level of voice that Jinki was used to from the other didnt quite reach the norm when Kibum spoke, Jinki watching those slightly kiss swollen lips move. Because it feels fucking weird. A few long awkward seconds of muteness passed between the two. Oh. I see, was Jinkis calm reply. The only problem was, internally he was freaking out because his brain was screaming that he completely DID NOT SEE . Something was strange here, but, Jinki couldnt figure out what . Was this why Kibum wasnt bonded yet? He'd heard about this kind of thing before, when some of the other trainee masters were picking on a practice pet out of sight from the trainers. The pet, he had apparently failed in his bond because he didn't like being fucked like the others did. It had been a strange concept to Jinki, but he really couldnt imagine any reason for someone as perfect and pretty as Kibum would ever end up in a situation like this with him of all trainees. The hopeful master ran the fingers of his right hand together, the pads slicking against each other with the lube warmed by Kibum's ass. He glanced back down to the pets well oiled nether regions. Honestly, Kibum hadnt felt weird to him, unless weird was considered the new amazing . But, if Kibum really didn't want Jinki to fuck him, then, why had he seemed so adamant about it before? Not to mention he was still clearly hard. Jinki rubbed at his forehead with the back of his wrist, closing his eyes, his head was really starting to feel mixed up with all this. He sighed, more dejectedly than he'd meant for it to sound, and dropped his hand back to his own thigh. He looked over Kibum again, the other hadn't moved at all and was still covering his face. I just. . . I never thought that getting someone's fingers shoved up your asshole would actually feel kinda good. Kibum moved his hand slightly then, raising it above his eyes to his brows, where he could look back at Jinki. The idol trainee was doing a very good impression of a statue right then, because for like the nth time in the last hour Kibum had pretty much fucked his mind. Jinki's draw dropped further when Kibum smirked at him, not dangerous or condescending, but like he was actually holding back a laugh . Jinki's mouth opened and closed multiple times, but no words came out as his brain wasn't capable of forming a single coherent one, leaving his mouth flapping. When the muscles in his jaw finally seemed to gain control of themselves, he was able to keep his jaw shut, though his brain function still hadn't been restored, as he put the lube covered hand to the side of his head. It wasn't until Kibum's slightly disgusted looking expression while eyeing his hair told him what he'd just done. Features cringing, Jinki pulled his hand away from his hair, the strands sticking with globs of the viscous substance. He couldn't help the laughter that started after that, all kinds of absurd strangled anxiety melting away with it. When the short lived laughter died away he sighed, tension in his shoulders falling away, and smile still on his lips. He looked back to Kibum then, who was looking at him with something like bemusement, though maybe a thread of uncertainty for Jinki's sanity as well. Smile splitting into more of a grin, Jinki waggled his brows at Kibum, which seemed to make the pet's own slight upturning of lips immediately falter. But Jinki was already too preoccupied with feeling sort of high like the time he'd taken the vitamins for the wrong weight class, and dolloping his fingers with too much lube once more. After doing so he quickly slunk himself between Kibum's legs this time, hunkering down a bit, using his dry hand to push the leg nearest it out more. When his fingers brushed against the exposed and shining hole, it twitched at his approach. Jinki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, because that was so fucking HOT. He pushed his middle finger forward then, his left hand tightening around Kibum's knee as the other instinctively tried to close his legs until his finger sunk all the way down to the base. The hole twitched again, almost like an invitation to suck more into it, and Jinki sort of lose his train of thought. He became a man with a purpose, tongue working around his own mouth while he gripped Kibum's slender leg from kicking out and worked his finger into the other's hot depth. His eyes were trained on watching the way Kibum's hole eventually easily took in not one, but two of his fingers. Jinki unconsciously pressed his own aching dick into the mattress with each twist and shove of his fingers. When he went to press in the third, trying to sneak it in almost, Kibum's hand again came down to catch his wrist, but this time Jinki ignored it and pressed the slippery digit past the resisting ring into the tight squeeze alongside the other two. The pressure and clenching and bodily shudder and slick hot velvet made him groan out, and earned a strangled sound from higher up the bed. Jinki couldn't help himself as he leaned forward and licked at the stretched entrance while curling his fingers. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kibum was almost yelling at him, and then almost sighing, Jinki . . . Hearing his name, hearing his name like that , with his fingers inside of Kibum, Jinki completely lost it. Even though they'd only been inside for just enough time for Kibum's ass to start adjusting, Jinki couldn't restrain himself. He'd been more than admirable thus far, but Jinki really couldn't control it any more. A loud gasp reached his ears as his fingers were swiped from their burrow, leaving the stretched hole smothered in lube and slightly open as it twitched at him. His eyes rolled back in his head, groaning exhale leaving his lips at the sight, his hand finding his dick and giving it three very unnecessary jerks. His mind barely registered the inner cry of more lube! more lube!, his hand already ahead of his thoughts. He doesn't care as he leaves his most favorite container the one he of course slicked Kibum up with, open to flop onto its side and spill onto the hardwood as he uses his arm to sweep all of his prized collection onto the floor because its in the way. He slathes an overkill of the stuff onto his cock, and wipes the excess onto the bedsheets so that when he goes to snatch Kibum's hips, he can pull the other male to him without slipping. Jinki is panting, or rather perhaps minorly hyperventilating, when he uses a hand to angle the head of his dick towards Kibum's hole, the pet's legs slung out wide around him from the jerking movement he pulled Kibum into. Jinki's thighs are already quivering from on his knees in anticipation as his left hand tilts Kibum's hips upward. Jinki is just rearing his hips back a bit to push them forward when a opened palm flies to his chest, stilling him. Kibum doesn't say anything as he's leaning upward, but the look that he gives Jinki says more than words ever could. Looking into the other's eyes, Jinki feels his chest calm a bit, his heart beat steadying into a fast but healthier pattern than the insane jumping it had been doing against his ribcage before. He knows that the slight widening of Kibum's eyes is due to the thundering of his heart that Kibum can feel with a hand on his chest, and for some reason, that doesn't make him embarrassed. It compels him to do something completely unnatural, at least by what standards Jinki knows. Though, when he leans down to catch Kibum's lips with his own, he can't think of anything that feels more natural in that moment. And then the moment's gone, their lips parting, but Jinki's pulse is still thrumming with the intensity from those strange eyes. Only for me Jinki thinks, the thought quiet but somehow unsurprising in his own mind. Knees shift forward slightly as Jinki puts just a few centimeters less between them, but its still not enough. His eyes leave Kibum's, who flops back against the mattress, as Jinki takes hold of his length, watching as the tip of himself presses into Kibum. When he presses more, its as though every fiber of Kibum is resisting him, and for a moment Jinki thinks that maybe he really won't be able to fit. But then Kibum's shivering legs go completely taught, muscles contorting, tendons flexing, and the entire head of Jinki's dick slips inside at once. He's not really sure whose mouth makes the cry that reaches his ears then. His heart skips back into its dangerous rapid pattern of irregularity and his shoulders tense as he tries not to dig his hand into Kibum's thigh too hard. Jinki can already feel himself sweating, but he doesn't spare it a thought, not when Kibum is so HOT around him. Much more smoothly, Jinki continues to slide inside the already stretched entrance. Even though his eyes are completely absorbed with watching their bodies connect, Jinki knows that its Kibum who sounds like he's thinking about dying or passing out or something. Guilt settles in Jinki's stomach, but the arousal there is too strong for those wordless noises to override it. He's not sure if Kibum's death grip on his thigh, nails easily digging into his tanned skin, is because he's going to slow or not, because Jinki doesn't just shove himself in. He wonders if it might be better to just get it over with, but with every centimeter of Kibum that he fills it seems to take twice as long for the muscle surrounding him to adjust. He pushes in a little too much once, and Kibum's body arches up off the bed, back bending so severely Jinki fears he might hurt himself. Soft stuttered apologies and mumbled guilty words tumble out of his mouth, though he has no idea what he's saying, or if it even matters because he's not sure Kibum is even listening. Jinki doesnt push all the way in. He wants to, so so so badly, he wants to be fully engulfed inside of the contracting smooth muscle, but he doesnt dare, not when Kibum already seems to be threatening to snap himself in two just to get away from him. When hes in as much as he dares, he chances a look at Kibums face, and half wishes he hadnt. His hands immediately leave their hold of slender hip and thigh, useless because Kibum really cant go anywhere right now. Jinki feels like he has to try and comfort Kibum, because he can tell, even though they barely know each other, he already knows that the tear at the corner of Kibums eye is a rare thing. He leans forward and hugs his arms under Kibums, the shift in movement of his torso making Kibum shudder in his hold. Sorry, Jinki says unthinking, faintly realizing that he probably just pushed himself further in, angled his hips differently. He hugs Kibum tight and tucks his face into the others neck, can smell the Kibum spicy scented sweat there, feel it on his face. He is surprised when a hand snags at his hair, at first harsh, pulling at his roots, but quickly going gentle, almost like Kibum was trying to reprimand him and comfort him all it once. If it wasnt for the fact that Jinki was on sensory overload right then, his formerly virginal cock sheathed inside another mans ass, his bare chest pressed against an equally hot one, he might have smiled at that. He stays like that for a while, maybe a minute, maybe five, hes not sure, hes too fixated on every single twitch around his cock as the muscle adjusts to its intruder. Hes doesnt think that Kibum is actually adjusting to this like he was told, or maybe he just had a scewed idea of what adjusted would be, because the tight walls around him dont loosen or anything. Kibums legs have stopped their nearly cramp inducing flexing, and he seems to be breathing a tad more normally underneath Jinki. Jinki himself isnt quite sure though if he can handle any more stimulation. The very idea of such tight friction has Jinki's dick trembling. He doesnt get much of a chance to mull over it any longer though when Kibums hand tugs at his hair lightly. Hey, Jinkis stomach flutters warmly at the breathy, almost husky tone Kibums voice has taken when the others lips speak into his hair. Arent you supposed to move now, or something? Words escape Jinki. He has no way of answering back to that except for doing as stated. As though his hips are on strings, controlled by Kibums voice, Jinki tilts them forward, experimentally. When Kibum doesnt scream and kick and try to wrench him off, and when he doesnt immediately come, Jinki turns his face deeper into the crook of Kibums neck and pulls his hips back. The slide back in is jerky and short and awesome , and after that he tries it again. Hes awkward at first, but it only take a few strokes for the years of practiced thrusting to take over. Its a good thing he has muscle memory to let his body rely on, or else Jinkis pretty sure he wouldnt have lasted more than a few terrible twitches. Kibum doesnt seem to be too upset about it either, though, Jinki could be entirely misinterpreting the gripping in his hair and the whimpering, catching moans from the other's mouth. Its hot and slick between them, sweat now coating Jinkis body from the exertions his abdomen is going through. Their positions havent changed, mainly because Jinki is nearly overwhelmed by the feeling from where he is now. Hes still pressed down against Kibum, and clutching his arms under the other males shoulders as his hips find a pace, thrusting in and out in short, somewhat careful strokes. Kibum has wrapped himself around him, perhaps not intentionally, but Jinki doesnt think about that. All he knows is the heat of Kibums skin, the feel of Kibums body, the way Kibums hands alternate from digging into him to pulling at the sheets, how Kibums legs are spread around his own thighs. Jinki usually makes it a point of keeping his distance from others, but there is no trace of awkwardness to be felt as he continues to hug himself to the man under him. Heat like a whirling fire melts from his core, the sensations his cock is experiencing somehow clenching deep in his abdomen like a tangible energy. Jinki understand what that translates to, that if he keeps going like this hes going to peak soon. While part of him really just wants to keep thrusting and keep the slippery squeezing friction going against his length, hes unable to ignore the less animalistic side that wants to cater to Kibum. His hips still and he breathes against Kibums neck, inhaling the mans scent with every filling of his lungs. It takes a lot more effort than hed thought it would when he slips his arms from under Kibums shoulders, and he groans quietly, almost in agony, when he pulls himself up off the others chest. For how hard on him it had been to untangle his arms from the pet, Jinki is thoroughly rewarded for his willpower. Although the blanketing heat of Kibum is gone now, he cant help thinking that hed actually been missing out by burring his face into the others neck, because he hadnt been able to experience the sight of Kibum. Now that he is looking down at him though, his eyes cant seem to look away, except for the glance down to his length as its halfway sunk into Kibums hole. He moves, ever so slightly, to watch himself disappear a bit more, which is probably a bad idea because now he cant stop doing it. A bead of sweat trickles down his face, hanging off his chin before it slips away from his skin to fall onto Kibums pelvis. Jinkis hand follows his perspiration, smoothing over Kibums raised thigh, over the dip of hip, to hug around the base of the pets cock. Jinki uses his other hand to pull Kibum up to him more, bringing the supple ass closer to his lap as his knees bend to sitting back on his heels. As his hips move, again finding the medium, short thrusting pace, Jinkis hand does a slow pull up Kibums length. His gut tightens with that same warm flush when an appreciative sound reaches his ears. He slicks the same hand down again, past Kibums balls to his ass, sweeping some lube from outside his cheeks. Both males sigh happily when his hand travels back up to Kibums cock, now slick over the erection. Jinki wraps his fingers and works them in a circle over the length, quickly bringing Kibum back to being completely hard. The combination of his hand on Kibums dick, his own shifting in and out of Kibums tight ass, and the change in Kibums voice has Jinki closing in on the edge faster than he can ever remember. The once smooth fisting along the hard flesh in his hand gets sloppy and jerky just as the muscles in his lower back and hips start to forget all their training. His breath comes ragged as they end in small grunts which punctuate each flick of his hips. His hips tilt upwards as his backside sinks down to give him more leverage with his rapid pace, no longer just rubbing over Kibums prostate, but fully striking it. The body below him writhes in a confusion of sensation, and just as Kibums voice hits a note that seems directly in tandum with the pulsing of Jinkis cock, the trainee tilts his head back and lets out one long throaty moan of over indulgence. He sinks into Kibum and his entire torso convulses in a series of spasms, eyes rolling with his head thrown back and teeth clenched as his balls go tight, releasing his orgasm. The exposure of his neck to Kibum is an unintentional invite, almost a call of his subconscious, silently clawing out for the answering genes in the other male. Jinki is in the midst of orgasm when a duo of twin daggers pierce his throat, the fast, purposeful upward movement of Kibums strong body easily enough to make him collapse backwards while hes still shooting his seed inside of the turning male. His legs are folded awkwardly under him and his hand is still on Kibums dick as the pets weight crushes onto his chest, limbs wrapping tighter and far more possessive around his body than the hold he had on Kibum earlier. All Jinki can focus on though, even in the blinding white haze of his orgasm, is the pleasure-pain in his neck. His vocal chords vibrate but he doesnt hear himself cry out at the deep, territorial bite of razor sharp fangs as they sink deeper. He feels the fluid of Kibums desire flood over his hand and onto his abs, sticking and staining the heat into his stomach like melted wax. Jinki twitches and rocks his body almost like caught prey trying to get away, though its not in fear, but in euphoria. He is overwhelmed to the point of every sense becoming so acute for Kibum, but so muffled and unfeeling of anything else, that Jinki forgets everything about himself. All things before Kibum are washed out of his system in that moment, so that like a newborn being brought into the world, all that matters is the man who created him, the man who is one with him now, bearing down on him and bringing him life. Kibums scent smacks into him, almost crushing him with its intensity, as though what he had smelt before was nothing but the barest teasing hint. It makes his breath halt, his lungs stop their innate need to expand with oxygen, because the scent is so thick and strong Jinki feels like if he inhales he will drown in it. - When his lungs begin to burn with need, Jinki takes the plunge then, drinking up Kibum's scent like water. He swallows it down, letting it fill his chest, filter from his lungs into his blood, into every vessel, then every cell of his body. As it courses through the flesh, something washes over him. Its strong and fast and heavy, like a tidal wave, smothering him and crushing the air that he'd so greedily sucked in back out of his lungs. His blood tingles, then boils, searing him all over, the pleasant sensations he was experiencing now forgotten. He burns, just under his skin, so painful, so hot, somehow centering in his balls. His dick throbs. Despite just ejaculating, he's so hard, too hard, and he groans, so low, so throaty, so animal . The bite in his neck is now just pain, everything is just pain. Kibum's skin is like fire to his already burning body. Kibum. He's the one doing this to him, his fault. Jinki's emotions mix in the pit of his belly, twisting until something like rage emerges, something he's never felt before. His hand flies from its grip on the bed to snag in Kibum's short hair, and he pulls, no, he tears Kibum off of him. Fangs grab at his flesh, making the punctures worse, bigger, and Jinki doesn't even try to restrain the anger and how much it hurts as it pours out with his voice. He moves fast, too fast, and it makes his head spin, disorients himself, but his body knows what to do. It just knows. Their positions are suddenly switched, with Kibum pressed down into the bed on his stomach. Jinki's dick slips out of the other's ass while they flip, and his eyes go wide at the sight of just how fucking hard he is. Just looking at it hurts, like he's been restrained for far too long. He doesn't understand it, but then, understanding it doesn't matter right now. Right now, all he wants is to stop it, make the burning and craving end. Jinki is a mess inside, his head is swimming, and his senses are foggy like he's been pulled underwater. All he can see is Kibum, all he can feel is the weight and need clenching in his balls. He feels possessed, possessed by an energy so strong and invincible that no matter how Kibum cries or protests it won't matter. He drags his nails along Kibum's sides, down his back and over his ass, loving the way thing ribbons of red follow his touch. Quickly, his hands move, and grab at Kibum's pelvis, hoisting it up so easily that he doesn't have the slightest inkling if Kibum resists or not. The flesh in his hands feels so soft, like butter, and Jinki knows he could rip it all up. With one hand on the small of Kibum's back, keeping his hips steady, the other pushing Kibum's face into the mattress, Jinki positions himself and spears back into Kibum. He opens him up with the entire length of his cock, and the first breath of relief turns into a sinister chuckle when he realizes he's balls deep in his pet. -------------- Two women walk leisurely along under the florescent light in the hall. They've just left the lounge area, and are now each carrying a cup of tea and a cookie. One munches a bit on hers while they walk, the two talking happily as they exchange thoughts of how the master trainee is doing. I bet Jinki's gonna still be in the shower. Maybe he'll just try to drown himself in there or something. The other woman scoffs, Wouldn't be the first time. They both giggle a little, remembering the time that the trainee slipped and knocked himself unconscious in the shower. Their laughter just starts to die when they reach the door to the viewing control room, one woman opening the door for the other. They settle back down into their seats, each checking over a few of the other trainee pairs and typing up notes for their boss too look over. Then its time to check on Jinki and the pet again, both back to smiling over the ridiculousness that seems to follow that particular male. I really hope he's done something crazy again, like when he broke the bed. The other female snorts on her tea. I don't think I'll ever forget that. Her smile persists even when she sighs. It will be a little sad though, since we won't be able to watch him any more after this. They both sigh in slight - very slight - melancholy as one brings up his cameras on the screen in front of them. One of the women spits her mouthful of tea all over the screen while the other drops her oatmeal cookie onto the floor. ---------- Jinki is plowing into Kibum's ass mindlessly now. His teeth are gritted together, and blood trickles along his lower lip where his upper fang accidently pierced it. He hardly notices though, as the cut is already healing itself. Kibum has stopped any kind of struggling in favor of gripping the bed for dear life as Jinki threatens to ram him into the headboard with every thrust. Jinki's hair is sticking to his face and neck, plastered there with sweat. It rolls down the center of his chest, glistens along his back, drips over his balls which feel like they're about to burst. His dick keeps pressing into Kibum, searching for his release, and for every second that he doesn't find it Jinki gets more frustrated, more irritated, and slams harder into Kibum's ass. His pelvis hammers into the globes of Kibum's backside, now flushed red from Jinki's hands, gripping, groping, slapping. He pulls a hand back and smacks it to the flesh once more, his palm stinging from the force it, the pained cry from the pet ringing in his ears. He palms the muscle of Kibum's ass, holding him up as the thighs beneath shake an quiver with exhaustion until they finally give up with a yelp from somewhere in the pillows at the other end of the bed. Jinki doesn't stop though. When Kibum is flat on his stomach he doesn't falter a second and just keeps pounding into the slick hole. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in again, his balls swinging to slap forward wetly. Finally. Jinki finally feels himself getting close after far too long. His stomach tingles hotly, and his hips surge even faster with the encouragement. Jinki reaches forward and grabs pink tinted hair into his fist once more. He yanks Kibum's face out of the pillows, the raw cries no longer muffled. He keeps moving like that, with Kibum's neck pulled back, mouth open and moaning for him. Jinki slows then, until its just a slight undulation of his hips before he stops altogether. His dick pulsates with want for more friction, but his core wants more for Kibum. Let's try this again, shall we? Who's your master Kibum? Kibum shakes his head, ignoring the pull of his scalp. Jinki watches as a tear slides down the path of saltwater on the pale cheek. It does nothing to satisfy him, or quell his need. Jinki growls, furious, frustrated. He pulls out fast, his erection slipping out of Kibum's ass with a sick squelch. Kibum wines and cries, one hand flying back, grabbing at air, uselessly trying to get Jinki to listen to him. Fuck! Fine! Fine! You! Jinki's lip curls, exposing his fangs to the back of Kibum's head. Me what ? he rumbles darkly. The master! You're the master! Whose master am I? Mine! You're mine damnit! So fuck me! Kibum doesn't need to repeat himself, the desperation in his voice more than enough for Jinki to understand. Kibum shrieks when Jinki shoves back in to his open hole, all the way in with just one stroke. As Jinki's hips find their way, his grip in Kibum's hair loosens until he's smoothing it in the short hair, trailing fingers in a gentle caress. He's getting closer, the sensations buzzing all inside him, his cock being clenched by nothing but smooth Kibum, hot and pulling him in. His eyes close as he leans forward, erection plunging in and out. He presses a kiss to the back of Kibum's shoulder. Yours, he says in a growl. Kibum groans so hard that it sounds like his vocal chords might snap. The slap of Jinki's pelvis into Kibum's ass nearly drowns out his breathless answer. Mine. Somehow he finds the breath to escalate. Mine. Jinki snaps his hips harder, faster, deeper, his hot breath spilling all over Kibum's shoulders. Mine. Jinki's fingers curl tight into the sheets, slicing through them and into his own palms as his abdomen clenches tight as the body under his seizes up. Mine! Jinki's strength leaves him, and he falls forward, weight collapsing onto Kibum's back. His mouth is open in a bite that he fails to apply, just as his fangs turn back into blunt human teeth. Shit he thinks, because instinct tells him that he missed something important, something necessary, something binding. As he gives into the blanket of exhaustion covering him there's another thought telling him that he's failed something once again. I'll get it right someday. Kibum. The thought never makes it past his lips.