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

For a moment Kibum, had the insane urge to follow the other male's retreating form and explain to him. He had seen the shattered look in the others eyes. The defeat and self-recriminations that had slumped those smooth bare shoulders. Kibum had never apologized to anyone in his life however, so he wasn't sure how to fix this. How did he explain without telling all his secret. That poor man probably expected him to be turned on and excited by his scent. And he had. . .sorta. Kibum was sure of it at the beginning he had been thinking about nothing but getting Mr. sweet faced male naked and under him. What had happened? One minute he had smelled like everything Kibum had ever wanted and the next like those horny apes. What had changed? Was it because the other had been excited too? Kibum knew he had been something, it was kinda hard to miss another guys hard-on pressing against youwhen you yourself had not a stitch of clothing on. Well there was the collar. . .but Kibum was trying desperately to forget it's intrusive existence. He got awkwardly to his feet when the other male didn't return after a few moments. Standing made Kibum even more uncomfortably aware of his nudity. The nuns at the hospital had not been fans of patientsand as a result all the men wore some manner of clothing. Kibum mourned the lost of the comfortable tee and sweat pants that had been his uniform for the last few years. Being this, made him feel exposed and he wasn't too sure he liked the sensation yet. You liked it well enough when pressed on that other guy Kibum growl a bit at the mocking truism in his own mind. He had enjoyed the feeling of silken skin and feather soft hair on his body and hands. But the smell! No the smell made it wrong, that ape musk had ruined everything. Even now, the other male was long gone and he could still smell that abominable scent. Even thinking about the scent seemed to make it about ten times worse. Kibum careened into the kitchen, yanking at faucets until steamy H2O blasted out and shoving his hands into the almost scaling water, he didn't even care that here was only dish soap to use. He just went to work, scrubbing and splashing water all over the modest kitchen like a sparrow in a bird bath attempting to cool off. Satisfied the smell was gone, and now feeling much calmer, Kibum took stock of his position. Obviously he couldn't do what it was he was suppose to do with this guy no matter how sweet his face was, but the other knew about this new world, Kibum had been thrust into without a how-to manual. There was no reason they couldn't be at least cordial like he had been with the other psyche patients. In the hospital all the others had known he was the Doc's, Mother s and the nuns favorite. It had worked out well, he did as he pleased and all the other guys had known if you wanted something, go see Kibum. Magazines, Comics, even the highly forbidden chocolate and cigarettesKibum was the master getting any and all, as long as you remember he was top cat no questions asked. He could do the same here, find out what this guy wantedand get it for him! It would be perfect, they'd maybe be almost like friends, and once again Kibum would be free to live as he saw fit. First however he needed to deal with this dumb collar, and his rather naked bits. Kibum was well aware that in order to bargain you had to be the one to look like you weren't at the disadvantage. Taking a few deep breaths, and trying to ignore the happy skip in his heart at the thought of going to the other maleKibum got busy trying not to look as subservient the women who brought him here seemed to want him to be. First he riffed the fridge, the women had not bothered to feed him and he was starving. He shoved containers about frowning at all the raw meat. Who the hell was gonna cook all that? Much of the meat was chicken too. Kibum wondered why so much chickenespecially given it wasn't the cheapest of meats anymore since the chicken plague of '16. More pawing produced a large bowl of glistening red grapes. Almost yelping in joy, he grabbed a hand full and stuffed them in his mouth. The bowl of grapes, a handful of strawberries, several bananas and a small glass of soy milk to wash it all down later, and Kibum was clear headed again and full of purpose. Annoyed by his continued nudity, the lanky man help himself to a long towel from one of the many stocked cupboards in the hall. It was becoming clear to Kibum why the patients at his hospital had always be trying to convince the Doc they were well enough to return to being an idol. He had never had so many catered needs before, some he didn't even know he had. The nuns had been nice but they were from a stern school of goddess worship that admired a can-do and do-it yourself attitude. Kibum briefly rubbed his cheek against the fluffy towel that felt like it had been spun from a cloud. Maybe being an idol wouldn't be so bad. . . With a bit of wrapping, Kibum managed to fashion himself something similar to a fundoshi. Not that his butt was coveredbut at least his dick wasn't swinging in the wind anymore either. Satisfied that they could now have a reasonable conversation, he followed the sound of running water to what he was sure was the bathroom. He stood gathering his thoughts for a moment, and lifted a fist to tap on the screen. Only the tap never came, instead the screen shot back and smack him dead center in the face. Swearing foully Kibum dropped to a crouching position holding his head. Are, are you alright? Kibum opened his mouth to snap at his master that no he wasn't fucking alright. He was also going to suggest the other stand and take a screen door to the face and then he'd have his answer. He glared up at the idiot, but the somewhere his snarky words were lost. The other male had apparently been bathing. Kibum nostril flared in shock. He had smelled pretty damn good beforebut water apparently did the most amazing things for his odor. The dampness made his skin glisten and shine, and each dropet magnified his already potent sweetness about ten folds. Kibum tried to remind himself it was fake and maybe a perfume that he wore. Only that excuse didn't really stand up to the reality of his wet master in the flesh. That delightful tempting scent wrapped itself coyingly around Kibum's senses and turned anything he wanted to do or say into mush. He froze and fought desperately to get control over his body that was already beginning to harden and burn. The master for his part seemed unaware of Kibum's turmoil as he squatted down and crept closer. He leaned in and Kibum's eyes widened both from his continued closeness and that scent that was caressing him in waves. What was the guy doing? If Kibum had been able to find his tongue or his vocal cords at tha moment he might have asked. The words were unnecessary, cause then his vision was filled with nothing but smooth moist wonderfulness that pressed against his mouth. He's kissing me! The thought was the last bit of sharp clarity for Kibum's mind. His first. . . this was his first kiss! It was the barest most feather light contact he had ever had. Kibum wanted to savor it, drown in the softness of those other lips, just wallow in their plushnessbut all too soon the other pulled away. Kibum's eyes burned slightly and the glaring brightness that he had learned to live with due to the constant dilation of his pupils faded. It vaguely brushed along his stunned consciousness that his eyes had changed, but he couldn't remember how to change back. His mind was instead just full to the brim with this man before him. The other leaned in again, and this time Kibum was more prepared for the delicious sensations. His blood raced and sang, he felt lightheaded, so that just when he thought he would pass outa new caress caught his attention. The tongue brushed his lips, and without even knowing why he opened himself to the intruder. Gasping in surprise he found his mouth suddenly filled with the sweetness his nose had already convinced him was really there. It was like Kibum had stepped into the most perfect fantasy, as that warm tongue stroked and caressed his own nervous one. He couldn't even swallow so afraid that the slightest movement on his part would cause this dream to end. He definitely didn't want this kiss to end. The other male had lips like silk and satin. He gently sucked on Kibum's tongue and then his lower lip, drawing a groan Kibum hadn't even realized he was holding. He tasted like sweet clover honey and cream, like fresh churned butter melted in maple syrup. Kibum could feel his tender hand smoothing along his skin, it burn a trail of fire that made the inexperienced pet shiver in pleasure. Wanting more of his skin, Kibum tugged at the towel he had been holding against himself forcing the other backward. Body shaking, he ground his hips gently on this wonderful mancreating just enough friction to make his legs turn to jelly. Pulling away only mere seconds, enough so he could yank his own towel away, Kibum returned more insistent. He pressed a few repeated hungry pecks to those lovely lips, before nuzzling the neck the magic lips belonged too. His gaze refocused on it seemed the one human he could actually be physically attracted too. I've. . . I've never done this. . . before. Kibum tried keep still, but his hips had a mind of their own and continued to softly grind on this master's warm pelvis. I'm not sure. . .but I think my body likes you. You smell like sex to me. You smell like sex again, not bad like beforeand I think I should probably know your name before I lose control of my lust for you any further.