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

Seduction had been Jinki's goal. Getting the pet named Kibum into his bed so that they could complete the physical end of the bond had been the main concept of his actions. But somewhere along the way between touching his lips to Kibum's and the other male's climax it was probably the practically terrifyingly beautiful feat of flexibility in that almost feline arcing of the back, somewhere along the way Jinki's motive changed. Somehow he forgot about who was the master and who was the pet, and could only form thoughts about how to better taste Kibum's sweetness. A myriad of things were the cause of this, all of them from Kibum. The change in motive had to do with the way Kibum opened himself to Jinki. It had to do with the way the other male's tongue flicked out towards his own, mingling them in a dance too hot to care about how it looked, releasing throaty groans and sighs against each other's mouths. It had to do with the way Kibum's formerly assertive demeanor hadn't faded, but had instead decided to simply simmer low for now, like a potentially searing heat just under the skin. It had to do with the way Kibum was completely willing for whatever Jinki did, moving towards Jinki where ever he touched. It had to do with the way Kibum cried out, voice raw and real in a way that Jinki had never heard before. Jinki had long forgotten all thoughts once the other male shamelessly began thrusting up into his hand as it stroked around Kibum's arousal. All Jinki could manage was to keep up, to not falter in his pleasing this man. Nothing else mattered but continuing those moans of pleasure, inspiring more of those overstimulated and uncontrolled twitches of the body, pulling forth yet another second of bliss that would be recorded forever in Jinki's mind. The master trainee had seen his share of men in the middle of sexual ecstacy, but he couldn't think of a single face that looked as perfect for enduring such acute pleasure as Kibum's did. Just a flutter of eyelashes as the male's eyes rolled back combined with the slick of hotly throbbing penis in his palm was more than enough to get Jinki to sigh out a lusty moan. He couldn't keep his mouth away from Kibum's for long, for the wonderful scent that eminated from the pet could be tasted there. Kibum tasted hot, like the color red would taste, hot like cinnamon, like peppers, like ginger, and as though Jinki was drinking him down it warmed him from the inside out. He was torn between tasting more and pulling back to watch the unfolding of an impending orgasm on such a perfect creature. The continued kissing won out by said creature's insistence for it to continue, garnering more passion from Jinki when Kibum actually seemed to want their mouths to continue their exploration. Jinki didn't care to keep track of how many times they repeatedly slicked their tongues together, or how often he traced Kibum's lips with his wet ones, because the sensation never once dulled. When Kibum pulled away the touch was missed, but the incredible sounds that escaped the freed lips were a more than fair exchange. Jinki didn't hesitate to comply to Kibum's breathless words, he couldn't have found it in himself to disobey and stop what he was doing even if he had tried. His hand moved faster at the insistence of the other's hips, fingers set around the weeping arousal in full strokes. Jinki's mouth pressed more, tongue tasting more, his other hand exploring more skin. He just wanted more. More touch, more heat, more sound, more Kibum. When the sensation reached borderline agony for the other male, nearly making the thinner frame jackknife back, Jinki didn't stop. Watching Kibum let himself go to the pleasure was mesmerizing to Jinki. He entirely forgot about finding his own release, too fixated on getting more of the other male, of watching, hearing, feeling him unfurl, melt, burn. When the uncontrolled thrusts came his hand nearly hammered around Kibum's cock, like he was juicing it for all of the other's sweet hot milk. Jinki groaned in time with Kibum's sharper gasps, because just by connecting his hand to that cock, just by bringing the other male to orgasm, Jinki felt it flood him too. He watched transfixed as the milky liquid dotted Kibum's taught abdomen, and slowed his pumping hand to collect the cum as it ran over his fingers. He didn't stop his wrist until after Kibum had collapsed back onto the ground, involuntarily twitching and cringing when Jinki thumbed the tip of his beet red head, touching him so soon after release. Slowly, almost carefully, he pulled his hand away then, feeling the energy drain out of him the moment he left Kibum's dick to lay against his abdomen. Like he'd just cum himself, or perhaps had been nearly run over by a truck, Jinki flopped back onto his bare ass, panting heavily and trying to catch the breath that seemed to have been stolen from him, likely by the one who needed it more. He was careful to keep his hand cupped, securing all of Kibum's fluid there. Opening his palm, he stretched his fingers out and eyed the opaque substance. He watched it cling between his fingers, stringing along as it slid into his palm. Brown eyes flicked from the cum and the man who had produced it, still flushed and boneless where he lay. Jinki was a silent observer to Kibum's post orgasm recovery. He watched rise and fall of the other's pale chest change from shallow quick pants to deep slow breaths, feeling his own pulse calm along with it. He watched the way Kibum unconsciously licked over his own lips, and swallowed, likely the saliva that had collected, still tasting Jinki. Eyelashes fluttered, signaling the return to awareness as the cloud of bodiless sensation left him. After that, the quiet peaceful moment ended abruptly, leaving Jinki staring helpless while he watched the pet have a minor freak out moment. The hopeful master blinked in confusion at first, his own expression dropping at the way Kibum quickly put distance between them, and made himself look small against the wall. Though, it didn't take long for Jinki to put together what the issue was, as strange as it seemed. Kibum. . .he seemed embarrassed at having allowed himself to cum. Jinki almost wanted to laugh, though he luckily suppressed it. He was just so thankful that it was something so minor, that it wasn't his fault. The master trainee felt a huge weight suddenly slide off his shoulders, somehow, seeing the other male like this made Kibum a lot less intimidating. It made him more easily approachable to Jinki. Even if it was a bit selfish, it still made him feel a lot better that he wasn't the only one capable of making mistakes. Honestly, he was flattered more than anything that the other had cum so soon. Getting down onto his elbows, on all fours Jinki leaned towards Kibum's huddled form. He turned his head and looked directly up at the bowed face from below, catching those embarrassed and depressed features in the midst of a somber pout. His own soft expression threatened to melt at the sight of it, a small smile creeping across his face. When Kibum seemed to notice the intrusive staring, drawing their gazes into contact, Jinki's smiled widened gently. When Kibum's expression changed from one of shame to mild perplexion, Jinki tilted his head sideways as he tried out some aegyo that was sure to fail, but he didn't mind feeling a little stupid when the other's expression lightened. Feeling good about his cheering tactics, Jinki closed the distance between their faces by raising himself up on his arms, quickly dotting a peck on those downturned lips. He pulled away just as fast, instantly righting himself to sitting up on his heels, legs folded beneath him. He didn't spare a thought for the protruding arousal he was still sporting as he sat. Don't be upset. You have nothing to be sorry for. He inched his way closer by a scooting his legs beneath himself. He flexed the fingers that were still coated in semen with a mild grin fixing on his lips. I don't mind it like this. With another wiggle he came closer still, putting himself near Kibum once again, already feeling a warmth on the surface of his skin as though the other male turned towards him, as if the pet were radiating a tangible sexual energy. He reached the clean hand forward and leaned in a bit, his fingers gliding along the skin just under Kibum's cheekbone. I want to keep touching you for a bit now, okay? He hesitated for a moment, giving Kibum the time to push him away if it wasn't alright. Jinki didn't feel like he needed to press himself on the other male again, it just didn't feel right when he'd just been apologized to for something that he'd found rather amazing. His eyes lingered on Kibum's for a moment, seeing the small flicker of uncertainty there, but nothing like dislike or superiority. His insides squirmed happily at the curious acceptance in those eyes, something he'd never seen in someone's gaze. Brown eyes moved downward then, as he took in Kibum's body up close. His hand followed his line of sight with it, drifting down from Kibum's jaw to linger just above his chest. He was quiet pale, but beautifully so, not at all unhealthy. The lines of his chest were so smooth, the muscles slender and slightly defined. He had fantastic collar bones, and nipples. Jinki would have liked to lap those buds up and suck them into his lips, but, he settled on lightly touching instead. His hand trailed down from the shoulder to rest on a pectoral, his fingers dusting over a pink protrusion, garnering an intake of breath from the other's mouth. Jinki's eyes flicked back upwards, and he smoothed his fingers back over the same place. He watched Kibum's expression, and liking it too much to refrain, pressed a light kiss to those receptive lips again. His body took over then, his ears controlling his course of action, letting the sounds from the other male tell him what to do. The sticky hand found its place to his own cock, still fully erect. Something about coating his own dick with the other's sperm set his stomach to fluttering madly, ordering him to quickly start stroking himself. Jinki pressed in, ever so slightly leaning Kibum back into the wall. With one hand fisting himself, Jinki's other continued to grow bolder, changing from gently massaging the other's chest to flicking fingertips over nipples, and pushing his thumb down on the raised area. His tongue was lazy, but still found its way to Kibum's ear, licking at the inner shell, gaining him small vocalizations of approval from the other's lips. Those sounds drove his hand on, providing him with more stimulation that he'd ever have thought possible from simply touching and kissing. Hell, just being like this with Kibum was better than anything he'd ever done, period. Even with the most talented trainers it hadn't been as sparked with sensation and full of lightness and wonderful feeling fuzzies as it did touching Kibum's skin, because no one had ever responded to him like this. It made him feel happy and confident in a way that none of his former empty orgasms had. Then Jinki wondered what sex would be like. Once the thought entered his head, once he visualized himself actually having anal sex with Kibum, he couldn't get it out of his brain. His hand jerked faster along his length, and his hand moved into tweaking the nipples, pinching them, then smoothing down that blemish free, clear skinned, pearlesque chest. He wanted to see that skin in a bright sexual flush. His hand massaged over Kibum's abs. He wanted to see them twitching and flexing against his intrusion. His mouth moved down to Kibum's neck, kissing and licking and sucking, down to the shoulder to taste the skin there. His hand continued its downward descent, and thanks to his just newly birthed confidence he was feeling better than he could remember. His hand fell past Kibum's ribs and sides to the pelvis, then to the thigh. He made small circular patterns with his fingers on the hairless skin. His hand then slipped back around the pelvis, to Kibum's backside, down the small of his back, and only hesitating for a moment before sliding all the way down. Jinki shifted closer, rubbing himself, as his soft fingers delved between smooth flesh, to ghost over Kibum's entrance. His mouth parted from the pet's flesh with the surprised sound that reached his ears as two of his fingers were more bold in their passage between Kibum's cheeks. The hand on his length slowed as he raised his face to look at the other male, fingers still in place over the tiny hole. I would like to make. . . His throat constricted slightly as the nerves suddenly hit him like a live wire, sneaking in and taking over his body. But his desire to make the pet his was strong enough for him to function, though just barely. He swallowed down a lump of nerves that felt like he was swallowing his own tongue for a moment, though he resisted gagging on his own mental panic. Iwanttobondwithyounow. The words tumbled out of his mouth in an almost unintelligeble manner, which they obviously were by the pet's expression. He sighed half angrily at himself, eyes shutting briefly before opening them again to stare hopefully at Kibum. I want to bond with you.