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NOT EXACTLY A THOUGHT PROCESS DAE-HO HAS EVER ALLOWED HIMSELF, but what is another first amongst such a vast litany of debauched, fledgling experiences? min-su suggests it, and, much to his surprise, dae-ho finds exhilaration bundling itself inside. the sort of sickly amusement to spread a grin across his lips. a sight he cannot at all fathom, and a sight he thereby must see in execution: watching tiny, pitiful, pathetic thing that min-su is, wrestling with swathe of cotton fabric and somehow prying it apart with pitiful, pathetic fingers.
❛❛ you want to? ❜❜ it’s probably better off torn to shreds in some capacity. it sits miserably upon his frame, clinging too-tight against his chest, digging into his shoulders and revealing every line of his back should he ever have the gall to lean forward. it is better off with an existence of whatever min-su decides, specifically, or perhaps dae-ho already finds himself too intoxicated by arousal to say otherwise. it’s just a stupid shirt. a stupid, plain shirt, of which he must have a hundred in his closet. ❛❛ fuck, you wanna see me that bad that you gotta tear it off me? ❜❜ he isn’t sure if he means it playfully or scornfully; does he speak in earnest, then, or is this another slip of the tongue aimed to continuously impel min-su onward? what difference does it make? all roads are one, now.
maybe the snarling beast he is still does not see min-su as capable. maybe it is all a cruel joke on him, and dae-ho extricates sick amusement from watching him struggle. stiffness ground up into min-su, still, petulant and loathsome as ever, says otherwise. that dae-ho has something to gain from this beyond that of harassment and belittlement. that he may, even if only for a short while, entertain the idea that they are equals. [ aren’t they, then? what does it say of his character to permit debasement from plaintive little min-su? what does it say of him when he wants more of min-su? more, more, more. a test of how far he may push the envelope. ]
IT'S STILL GOING – that dialogue. Min-su is inept at making much of it. He lingers, delicate over Dae-ho, contemplating logistics of shirt made gone. He is too weak. He cannot tear it bare-nailed, alone, and may not want to now in light of the implication so horribly thrown his way. That bad? He wants to see him that bad? Does he? Is it okay for him to, after all is thought and barely done?
However true it may be, what Dae-ho says, Min-su wants to delay the satisfaction. He, the ever-questioning, wants Dae-ho to do the same. To wonder if this might all end at some abrupt act of rejection. The slump forming at his throat should hinder his thought, yet it continues regardless. It continues until he moves. Ahead, again, towards the lips he would like to seal. And again, again, without fruit to bear. He does not know, Min-su, that what he is doing is almost ... teasing. Something bolder than he is. He does not need to know.
A moment passes, pitiful gaze trailing along the periphery in search of aid he refuses from Dae-ho. How will he remove that shirt? If he cannot do it all by himself ... ah. Ah, there it is. There.
He slips off. Entirely, though perhaps he needn't go through such detachment to grasp at keys on nightstand. Still, he takes his time, little Min-su. Holds them and painfully flips through until wanted key is pointed upward. Only then does he return to his position. Atop the other, he reminds himself. He would have reminded Dae-ho had it not been so difficult to express thought. As a constraint of his own, however measly, he straddles him. Gentle palms ride along his shirt, find a spot down the middle where it may be most convenient to insert key and, without tact, pick at the fabric. A sluggish action, nothing inherently enticing about it, though with every flick there is the anticipation of the next. Maybe it will be this one that does it. Or that. Or that. Or that ... until, yes, there, finally, a dent. He manages a hole. If he cannot tear the shirt, he will take it down to his level. Weaken it, push fabric away from itself until finger is able to slide inside.
He can feel Dae-ho's chest now, the true thing. Real deal against single finger grazed with his own bashful skin until he can sway to return the key. He doesn't know if he can do this now, still, but he has already begun the action and is far too taken by the embarrassment of wanting to run away not to finish. He finds room for a second finger, opposite palm, and ever-so-delicately the fabric seems to come undone. It is not a violent motion, lacking in the extravagant momentum of many a tired film, but it beckons the agonizing rip of fabric to examine itself in gradual disarray.
He does it. He did it. He did. He tore the shirt like that. It is only the tip of seam left, near the neck. Thicker, stronger, but he has decided that rush will only frighten him more and lessen the time Dae-ho has to wait. Min-su has the urge to examine him. He lets his eyes rise, bashful little things, to behold him. " ... al ... almost." Reassurance or some other thing to the effect of be patient – he does not know. He simply cradles the man's neck between palms, feeling every end of skin against his own, again, then fists the seam with both to pull, pull, pull, pull, pull until it's done.
what? he cannot imagine min-su taking it upon himself to be coy, now, restricting any of the newfound persuasion impelling him forward — but the trek onwards seems to have ceased, and greedy, foul beast he is finds the audacity to be disappointed in this fact. hand at his stomach as its own cessation // unbearable, truly unbearable, there is a need for friction and he demands it now, demands to grind himself and seek whatever contact he may. DAE-HO IS PITIFUL, NOW, shooting out one final buck up of his hips before weakly receding into himself. why is the shoe on the other foot? why has he allowed this to play out the way it has?
[ wouldn’t it be so easy? for the roles have to entirely reversed? to grab at min-su’s pathetic little wrists and pin him down, levy all that strength and bulk he has over him in his favor, wrestle down weak little thing and clamp him betwixt his jaws until he may meaningfully reconcile with his feelings. crushing min-su would probably not make him feel better. grossly, perversely, dae-ho likes this better. and isn’t that so strange? ]
maybe he is the gay one. maybe it doesn’t matter, now.
there is the graze of teeth, then, against his chest, and all of it is sensation that dae-ho never before laid claim to desiring. he wants more, and isn’t that absurd? that he has come to resent the cloth stretched by the breadth of his frame because it, in any way, inhibits the contact between them? how absurd. unfathomable. min-su touches him so gently, and he cannot comprehend the contact. why? why does it feel good? it’s not supposed to, is it? mind fires in every direction, craving both the clamp of his teeth onto him and whatever softness manifests at his side.
❛❛ now i’m wishing you took my shirt off before all this. ❜❜ you, specifically, took it off; a responsibility he evades by sheer force of allowing min-su to do onto him. for min-su to call the shots, and dae-ho to sit as the derisive spectator. the act wouldn’t be too difficult now, he thinks, merely a bit awkward of a maneuver to force fabric over his shoulders. fuck, maybe he really does want it. maybe the kiss against the bite mark, then, only serves to spin his confusion around worse. tentatively, gross and greedy, ❛❛ you wanna do that again? ❜❜ please do it again, he wants to say, but he has relegated himself to the role of passive observer. ❛❛ c’mon, min-su, you can do it. ❜❜
IT SEEMS TO HAVE WORKED. For that slither of a moment in which Dae-ho speaks to him like a person, there is success to be found. But just as any of its kind around Min-su, it is dead and gone, buried at the hands of a solitary line. Why does encouragement feel that way? When did it start? He remembers there used to be a bittersweetness to how it rang – some hope blended into his cynicism which allowed him to at least smile. It does not exist now, with time. There is no hope. There is only the truth that Dae-ho remains Dae-ho and he remains poor pathetic little Min-su who needs to be cheered on to perform.
The shirt, he thinks, would have been the perfect tool with which to muffle him. He wonders if he can simply use it now, though the thought is abandoned the minute it insinuates he cannot see his face as it is when he chooses. That, in and of itself, irritates him in that it does not. Paradox of spite and some sick sister to endearment, perhaps, that he does not want to meet. Okay, okay, okay.
It would be better if it's off, yes. Then he can see what he does better. Then it is skin to deal with. But to hoist and pull it upward would land some tension at the bed of Dae-ho's neck. In him, again, the spite and sister yearn to get their wishes - contradictory things; it's fine, how many times has he made you uncomfortable? and no, no, no.
He lifts himself to sit, still atop Dae-ho as though in desperation to keep him there. His hand moves, though not at his own volition, to where he had planted the kiss. Index fiddles with the area, circling to keep Min-su from shattering and leaving Dae-ho to his desires alone. He looks up at him. "maybe ... I could ... tear it." A tilt of head, knot of brows that is equal parts wanting and concerned with the question yet to spill. " ... is it expensive?"
AH. perhaps the most unsettling thing of all is that min-su does, eventually, move in to act, to permit what was at first mere jeering taunt from dae-ho into executed behavior. did he want min-su to act? or did he speak of sheer disbelief that someone so small and pitiful could ever carry out his whims, desires, and wants? and, moreover, who permitted someone so pathetic to have such things? [ BUT HE’S SO CURIOUS. SO, SO CURIOUS. what if it turned out that min-su was the normal one, here, and the extent of his desires were leaving dae-ho on his own? that the most noble — and simultaneously erotic — thing he could fathom was a complete and utter lack of giving into temptation? not min-su, never min-su. ]
tiny, pitiful creature leans in. touches him, even, and his heart nearly stops beating from within his chest. IT SHOULDN’T BE LIKE THIS, HE THINKS. for a man to be gripping his jaw is only valid in service of violence, like the stabilization that precedes the crack of knuckles against his lineaments. notably, min-su does not punch him, and that is what makes this all worse. he could not punch min-su, then, even if he wanted to, even if aggression would somehow resolve the uncertainty threaded through him. min-su has restrained him, caged the snarling beast that still pushes muzzle against the bars of its enclosure. so he is harmless, and the shoe is on the other foot.
will min-su kiss him? he has never envisioned a man’s lips on his own, never permitted the thought to cross his mind beyond that of mindless impulsivity. [ or anyone’s, really. any illusory fantasy with a girl crush long forgotten is enshrouded with shame, a guilt he cannot place for subjecting her to such longing. he should not covet the softer side of physicality; what is a man that craves a cuddle? hardly a man at all. he is a real man, a tough man. the breadth of his chest tells him as much. tough as sin. ] he isn’t sure if he wants min-su to kiss him. or, perhaps more importantly, he isn’t sure what he wants at all. maybe he wants min-su off of him completely, wants him to free his wrists from their poorly-tied restraints. probably not that. he wants this to continue on; coaxed stiffness insists upon it.
then there is teeth. it is sudden, and then it is not: scrape against his fluttering pulse-point all but shuts away dae-ho’s capacity to think, leaves him slack-jawed beyond that of the wanton moan clambering from his throat. how gross and uncharacteristic. where, oh where, has this behavior come from? and why does it feel so natural? fingers have woven into the strands of hair that fall loosely by his neck, and he just — he — he can’t — the bucking upward of his hips is involuntary, a desperate seeking of friction wherever he may greedily lap it up.
and if he is greedy, allow him to be greedy to the fullest extent: lips are pulled taut in self-satisfied smirk, mouth parted just enough for any lecherous panting to pass through unbidden. ❛❛ didn’t think you actually had it in you. ❜❜ a dare, perhaps, or a deeper twist of the knife. dae-ho isn’t certain of the distinction, only that he knows he wants more.
IT'S KIND OF OKAY … until it is vile. He feels that tension in his jaw, the upstream of frustration and desire made manifest into biting and pulling. For a moment he even considers the possibility he may be enjoying this. Might know that he is, somewhere. The indulgence of doing, beyond his instinct or upon it or whatever the fuck else. But then he does it again, Dae-ho. He speaks. Belittles him. Is that all he can say? Always? Did his mother not teach him to hold his tongue?
Then again, Min-su wouldn't know what a mother would say. His hardly counted. She could not have killed him, but, oh well. She should have. Because he will never live long enough to 'have it in him.' It, here, being grasping at Dae-ho's face and yelling. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
Instead, he huffs into his neck. He decides that perhaps if he remains silent, Dae-ho will follow suit. That he would hear his own words and find shame somewhere deep within him. He still refuses his mouth, though his knee shifts against the bed, and his hand swims to find rope and entrap wrist along with it, as though in need of a reminder. He presses the other to Dae-ho's stomach. Settle down, or something, he tries with a gentle push. The bucking had been felt. Liked, to some capacity, but he wonders if it would scathe Dae-ho to comment on it without words.
Angling his head like wounded stray, he perceives his work. Markings not to be permanent. Things that would not last. He doesn't like that there is a temporary air to it all, before he returns to simple mouse in trap. Perhaps ... if he were to go lower, away from his face, Min-su may be able to let the horror go long enough to leave a stain. Wine is left un-minded until it meets white shirt. White shirt, then, may be Dae-ho's chest. The wall he so desperately wishes to break.
Min-su finds his eyes, on instinct. His own are still as pathetic as ever. Incapable of what he is about to do, though he begs himself to run away. He wonders if he can confuse Dae-ho with it – that quality he hates in himself. Below that wonder lies the intrinsic question of why it matters, of course, but that is for his reddened eyes to act upon.
The rope is left, replaced by the side of Dae-ho's cheek. If he could crush it, he might have tried. Just to keep him quiet. Instead, it is cupped, held like some fragile object, if only by virtue of Min-su's inability to destroy. Then further down it slides, with all of him, holding side of rib with the very same gesture. Pure contrast, almost, to the digging of teeth into skin and muscle. Didn't think you had it in you. Didn't think you had it in you. Didn't think you had it in you. Fuck you, Dae-ho, he says with his teeth ... and then immediately holds himself accountable. Inward, though outward he moves with the same momentum to press a kiss, benign, where he had bitten.
everything min-su does is so fucking awkward. dae-ho isn’t sure if the sight makes him pity the other even more than he already does [ and, really, how does one top that? how does one feast their eyes upon min-su and not think to themselves that he is little beyond the world’s most pathetic creature? ] or if it makes him want to call the whole thing off entirely. sat back, watching, observing, allowing min-su’s actions to run their course before he forces a meaningful interjection of chest-driven babbling. speaking something into existence to frustrate min-su further, perhaps; a well-meaning ally-ship that is never taken well by any beyond he who is broad in the chest and shoulders. FOR ONCE, dae-ho has the foresight to hold his tongue. call it a curiosity, perhaps. something impelling him onward in a tryst with fellow man — can min-su really be called as much? he is small and soft-eyed and pitiful, and he feels the same protective twinge in his gut in regarding opposite man as he would for any helpless woman — that otherwise does not call his identity into question.
[ who is worse, herein? the one allowing things done onto him, or he who does in the first place? dae-ho is little beyond that of a passive observer, allowing min-su to act how he wishes, permitting whatever behavior is extended towards him in this exchange. by comparison, it is min-su’s fault, is it not? with his pitiful little fingers that struggle now to bundle rope around dae-ho’s wrists. what is wrong with min-su that makes him want to do this? what is wrong with dae-ho that makes him want to allow it? ]
the ropework is… shabby, though he lacks a frame of reference to measure it against otherwise. and min-su — this tiny, pitiful little thing — looks so damn distressed; dae-ho does not have the heart to correct him. WHAT DOES IT MATTER, ANYWAYS? no matter how clumsily the act has been carried out, min-su has succeeded in tying his wrists. he could stand to have a little more confidence in his abilities, or at least control himself enough such that dae-ho does not feel guilty in being straddled by tiny, pitiful fellow in the first place. but then there is a caress of hand against soft plane of skin, and the scrutiny escapes him. for a moment, it is all human contact, something soft and incorruptible enough to beckon the soft widening of his eyes. min-su touches him more, then, and his breath jumps from where it is slowly drawn inward through his nose. what is otherwise a calm gesture, sat gently with no expectation of how entanglement betwixt them would play out. maybe he wants the touch at his bicep, wants min-su to feel where his muscles are developed most, and maybe this desire does not make him feel guilty. could it be? in its place, is this radiating enthusiasm? an amusement, perhaps, delineated by a show of bared teeth?
❛❛ you think so? ❜❜ he gives a soft chuckle, near inaudible with how head droops down, hair falling over his face. what an odd guy, that min-su is. wanting to tie men up and thinking that their projected image, like this, is paramount. are you gay, min-su? it’s delusional, maybe. dae-ho almost wants to kiss him. A MERE WHIM OF THE PREDATOR INSTINCT, PERHAPS, wanting to draw weak prey in to where he may snap jaws open and break his neck in one fell swoop. ❛❛ huh? think the cards are, uh, in your hands here. …you can do whatever you want. ❜❜ how gross and uncharacteristic. where is the dae-ho that likes to take charge, and what has min-su done with him? how can min-su be to blame for this? ❛❛ you really don’t have to be scared. do you need to take a minute? take a breath? you don’t have to get so worked up. ❜❜
AND ISN’T HE SO KIND? isn’t this just the dae-ho to adore? he, who must clearly know better than min-su — he who makes demands of man who is flush against him with legs astride, who touches his hair so softly that it is almost as though he does not exist to begin with — who stares to him with such revolting pity. are you gay, min-su? he almost wants to ask it, wants the words to crawl out of his mouth and over his lips before he may dignify the exchange with an attempt at controlling himself.
❛❛ come on, min-su. show me what you want to do. ❜❜
DAE-HO TALKS TOO MUCH. It makes his blood boil in such a way. You really don't have to be scared, he says. Like he knows min-su. False sense of security at best, scrutiny at worst. It tremors him further, though not quite with that fear addressed. He still does - he fears Dae-ho and his arms and his grin - but perhaps more powerfully, he is riddled with spite. Even now, here, the shackled monster teases his captor. It doesn't matter what he ties him up with or how he does it, Dae-ho will always be compelled to flounce his superiority.
Min-su wishes he was daring. He really does. Show me what you want to do. "I want to ..." Hurt you just a little bit. Just for a moment. I promise I'll comfort you after. I'll make it up to you. I will. " ... " It won't come out. Why would it? Dae-ho or not, it is impossible to let such sentiment free itself and slither 'round definition of muscles and chest.
And if words are difficult, imagine action. Imagine what it takes to move. To convert thought into tangible THING DONE, Min-su would need to become some other thing. To have energy he cannot dream of.
He, again, stares. Dae-ho is, he has decided long ago, a moron. He will see the tears pushing into the beds of his eyes and think that is fear again - nerves. But it is not. It is frustration, plain and simple. His desire unmet, yet, and Dae-ho's words pushing him against cement and forcing him to remain until it dries. He wants to show him, out of spite, what he wishes to do. His suppression of himself, herein, is build-up of ... not-quite courage. Synthetic daring. Horse tranquilizer posing as other better thing.
Min-su decides to use it just a little. He leans forward, matches gaze to gaze, then draws it down to lips. Even plasters his little fingers, calloused things in spite of themselves against the start of dreadful jawline. He doesn't know, in full, whether Dae-ho wants a kiss. But he can guess. In his own way, he is able to put things together. He is able to look at the encounter still pounding against the back of his head and gather that. strong man wishes, always, to show his strength through something.
That is why he doesn't allow it. When he is close, too close, when his tears have fallen from his own cheeks to Dae-ho's, he slowly steers his head away to the neck. Hides himself from predator's gaze, curling though his hand remains intact at the base of Dae-ho's jaw ... and thinks. He thinks about how much he despises what he is told. How much he despises mention of Marines and Marines and Marines and Marines and OH, there, he is upset enough to bite him. First gently, too gently, like some ghost of breath on skin, and then with spite. He is going to die. This is a step too far, and he will die. He wants to keep crying. His hand has left Dae-ho's jaw to pull at his hair instead. He is going to fucking die.
the way he regards min-su is something earnest, entirely unfettered by expectation; he who is dragged into every pitfall with eyes wide open. [ DAE-HO HAS NOT WITNESSED EVERYTHING. this much is true. ] but he cannot help his curiosity in what exactly would happen when the control is, for once, dropped gently into min-su’s palms. an aberration of what reality demands versus what he may do to personally impact the course of things. in this way, it is dae-ho who observes, allows things to play out before him without much meaningful intervention. it is dae-ho who cranes his neck considerately as min-su finds contact at his lap, and it is dae-ho who must look down, in turn, at pitiful gaze shot up at him.
… he does not wish to harm pathetic vermin atop him. that would be obscene. the world punches down enough, and min-su is no threat to him. [ someone who can bolster his own sense of masculinity through, perhaps. looking at one beneath him who does not and cannot measure up. where he is musculature and tendon and sinew alike that can tenderly cradle those who are insufficient by comparison. ] and so, maybe it is blessed, fortunate thing that min-su clutches bundle of rope in hand. a leveling of the playing field so long as the bulk of his thew has been subdued.
❛❛ yeah? ❜❜ wrists are extended outwards before he may intervene with the automation — he wouldn’t, even still, but his body speaks before his mind does. then, from pure curiosity, ❛❛ you ever done this before? ❜❜ and, as somewhat of an afterthought, ❛❛ you don’t have to be nervous at all. it’s alright. ❜❜ because dae-ho knows better. because dae-ho insists of its veracity. therefore it must be true // the tiger, bearing fearsome maw lined with too-sharp teeth, only licks its lips patiently, waiting for fledgling hunter to fully tie down its game. MIN-SU, HEREIN, IS NOT INSTRUMENT NOR UTENSIL. dae-ho knows how that is, how to stomach the feeling. he volunteers the control with a fond curl of his lips and an offering of his strength restricted.
HE FUMBLES with the rope. He is himself in every moment, in that he fails to be so. Dae-ho's words are a troublesome thing. Or irksome, perhaps, is the right word, for they mean about as much as Min-su's apologies and fumbling pleas for aid. Nothing, that is, to him. He doesn't have to be nervous, but he is. Trembling and slipping rope around the wrong wrist ( his own, his own, oh god, it's his own, turn it over, slip it out again, try again, fail again, why does one side not look normal and the other feel unreal? This was a bad idea. This was a horrible decision. This shall not pass, the way everything else does not. )
Ah, but it's something to him. To see the dumb jerk, tiger baring its teeth and terrifying the little lamb, caged. There is almost a push in it. Completion is imminent not for its process but for its reward. He does not know what the hell he is doing, or where the fuck he's going to take this when he has Dae-ho restricted, but a spark in him gives momentum to the fumbling — intrigue. He will call it that. He will lie and call it that.
Min-su manages, eventually. The knot is something a marine may scoff at, the way it is unruly and unsure of its state. One wrist is tighter than the other. Min-su would have untied it and redone the work had he not drowned in his embarrassment prior. The man is red in such a way that blood must have been poured, absorbed somehow by his ears and nose, leaving some effect on sweaty cheeks and watering eyes. He does not look like a man who has another tied. He does not even act like it, yet. The way his palm travels down Dae-ho's forearm with a gentleness that contradicts the strength of his mindless knot. He almost wants to ask if this is okay. Almost.
Instead, he draws back, slowly brings himself to look at what he had done and decide he is still not safe, but may now be able to flee faster than the predator may pounce. He contemplates, for a moment, staring into Dae-ho's eyes with the undefined quality of his perpetual sorrow, simply leaving him there and walking out. Locking the door. Watching through the keyhole as he unties himself and tries to leave, get it open.
But then he is sorry. He is sorry for the thought, because Dae-ho is a tiger only by likeness. Nothing has hurt Min-su more than humans, of which Dae-ho is one, and towards which he cannot help that slither of empathy. He is always down, down, down below. With that view he does not see clearly, but he sees a lot. Enough. All that falls beneath leveled eyes.
" ... you look ... better now." He expresses a thought ... and immediately regrets it. His shoulders curl, though the rest of him attempts to rectify it by reaching out. The very same fingertips are able to do something so simple, yet so wanted. All with the tremor that makes them Min-su's, they touch Dae-ho's arm, spiral around the definition of his bicep, and slither gently to the tip of his hair. Yanking it would almost be cathartic, though he withholds. He returns to his act of viewing, as if studying Dae-ho under a microscope recently installed into the irises which pin themselves so wistfully to the locks now fiddled with so unsurely. I want. I want. i want. I want. "What do you want me to do?" Fucking shit. And murmured so miserably, too.
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@notmarine : [ BONDAGE ] ; the sender ties the receiver up. + reverse WHOAAAA
THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID about having Dae-ho here. Something far from sweet, in how it finds him. This contraption of relief he is no longer trapped with him and the revelation he would very much enjoy some reversal. How many times has it been, now, that the other has managed to snake his way around his neck and terrify him with just the sound of his voice. Even now, here, with doors easily un-lockable and blinds drawn down, he finds that feeling creeping up on him. The what if. What if Dae-ho still does something with those arms, something wanted and foul? Would Min-su be able to fight him?
No, no he would not. And from this comes a desire rooted elsewhere, though it suffices to settle his nerves.
It's not often that he is able to move at all, the pebble that he is, so perhaps it may come as a revelation that he is able to. Rope in hand, he climbs atop the bed with the tact of a child learning how to horse-ride, a sloppiness to the rise of his thighs and the rustling of fabric over arms as it seethes against bedsheets. He finds Dae-ho eventually, his lap before his face. He doesn't realize he has fully straddled him until he reaches for his hand and notes the proximity of his chest to his forward motion. He could swear his hair is pushed ever-so-gently to his forehead, just from how close he is to that ... wall.
He stills, looks below, then up at him – always up, always up, why always up? he doesn't like that. " ... You – could you... Can I – " He reaches out, slightly, hand extended to where Dae-ho's wrist lies, but not quite taking it. He asks for it with the want in his eyes and the outstretch of his fingertips. " ... please?"
[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex. ♡ @openl1lly & se-mi.
it's hard not to worry about him. if this is something he truly wants, or if he merely follows through because of some foolish belief that her desire alone is paramount. but she asks, he quietly agrees, and so she relents with a soft, considerate hum. there is only so much use to come from a delay — if he's sure, he's sure. nervous flutter of her heartrate blooms within her chest, so markedly uncharacteristic. is it because of him ? sex has never been any sort of grand, all-consuming spectacle, but it is now that her lungs pull taut with each breath drawn inward. it is a cruel game; following a carefully laid itinerary of intimacy, only to be stalled by trepidation serving as flight delay. se-mi swallows, feels all hesitation travel down the column of her throat, and brings her gaze to fix squarely on min-su.
❛❛ you can go whenever. ❜❜ it's unfamiliar, the whole nervous fumbling thing: every tryst prior had been hallmarked by a sort of frenzied determination to tear cloth from skin as quickly as possible, shoving in without much consideration to chase a release that hits its nadir before it can even be thought about. now, though, with the warmth of skin-atop-skin, it is the only thing that comes to mind. she doesn't want it to. vulnerability bleeds as an icky, distant feeling — never so much cognizance spared to process that her apprehension comes from some subconscious desire of wanting this to be good, for him, and how putting herself aside in the process is counterintuitive to this very fact / press into me, the detachment insists, i like you and care about you and really like you, so i want to have sex with you.
dentition plucks softly at dry skin of her bottom lip, never a nervous habit worth squashing. se-mi does not think much of it. she doesn't want to think at all. the sensation of touch at her hand tugs her attention right back where it needs to be: min-su, of course, and how he intertwines their fingers. fond grin easily overtakes her features, and she shifts from beneath him / the gesture is gross and soft and lovely, simultaneously the exact thing she needed. ❛❛ what's that for ? ❜❜ ( she knows why. she just wants to hear him say it. )
IF MIN-SU WERE TO EVER HAVE A FORTE, which he sorely doubts, it would be located somewhere around ... hell, he doesn't know. Somewhere that isn't here. None of this - nothing that's ever happened in this foresaken hell of men and women out for blood has been within his skillset. Though he doesn't fault it entirely, the scheme - the games, as the figures so delicately put it. All of it is terrible in that he knows himself to have no such skill. A set - a multitude of much of a anything - is far beyond him. He is too aware of it, here. He stands - metaphorically, for he certainly isn't so upright at the moment - before her, his reprieve, a woman so far removed from all he has known of the world and of this place, and does not know where to go. He has no idea what he is doing. Has he done this before? If he has, he certainly can't recall it. Videos do not come to mind. Recollections in alleyways between men that know and hate him cannot serve, now, in practical application.
But there is one thing he knows. A little detail found in the intertwining of their hands: Se-mi is not a substitute for his inexperience. He has been used, used, and used again, though he has little to offer. And so he must, first and always foremost, make it clear to her she is not the utensil he once was. That he would not dream of desire if she does not ask for it – though he knows it follows him still. That it is because she is Se-mi, herself, his only friend, that he manages to find himself here, with this.
Contact has always been strange. He craves it so, the intimacy of two temperatures levelled into their absolute middle, but seldom does he strive for it.
She asks him what it is for. It is for that - just that. How does he tell her? He knows he wants to, but words struggle down his throat. They rush away, until he musters the return of a few. " ... I wanted - to feel, um. It's to feel close to you. I could let go - and ... stop if -- I just thought ... we could ... I. It's hard to – I want to hold you? Or - yes, no, that's all. Holding hands is okay, right?"
USFW PREFERENCES.
bold = yes. bold + italic = favorite. italic = conditional. struck through = never.
is submissive. is dominant. prefers to top. prefers to bottom. likes to switch. identifies as heterosexual. identifies as homosexual.identifies as bisexual.identifies as pansexual. identifies as demisexual. identifies as asexual. enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with any sex / gender. enjoys sex with aliens . enjoys sex with androids. enjoys sex with monsters. enjoys sex with multiple people at once. initiates. waits for partner to initiate. spits. swallows. prefers sex in the morning.prefers sex at night. will have sex anytime. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual. fluctuating sex drive.
BODY & APPEARANCE.
small build. medium build. athletic build.muscular build.curvy build. wears boxers. wears briefs. wears lingerie. goes commando.shaves/ waxes. manscapes.doesn’t shave / wax. cup size a – c.cup size d-f. 1 – 5" in length. 6 – 9″ in length. 10″+ in length.
SOUNDS.
is silent /makes little to no sounds. is very quiet. is very loud. grows in volume over time. bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves.calls out partners name.curses.growls. fakes / exaggerates.prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud / appropriately vocal partner. prefers a responsive partner. is turned on by dirty talk. is turned off by dirty talk.
TURN - ONS & KINKS.
having their hands pinned. pinning their partner’s hands.having their hair pulled. pulling their partner’s hair.being watched ( by their partner ). being watched ( by a third party ). watching their partner.receiving oral. giving oral. calling their partner daddy. being called ‘ daddy ’.calling their partner ‘ mommy ‘. being called ‘ mommy ‘. calling their partner ‘ master ‘. being called ‘ master ‘. calling their partner ‘ mistress ‘. being called ‘ mistress ‘. calling their partner ‘sir’. being called ‘ sir ’. giving praise. receiving praise. biting / marking. being bitten / marked. spanking. being spanked. teasing. being teased. having toys used on them.using toys on their partner. giving anal. receiving anal. choking. being choked. dirty talk. being tied up. tying their partner up. being worshipped. worshiping their partner. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. being pegged. pegging their partner.being edged. edging.age gap. anonymous sex. blood play. breeding. chastity devices. clothed / partially clothed. deep - throating . gun play. intercrural sex.knife play.lingerie. nipple play.orgasm denial. overstimulation. pregnancy. prostate milking. public sex. rimming. roleplay.sadism / masochism.size difference.slapping.being slapped. spitting on / in mouth. being spit on / in mouth. squirting.
🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together
♡ SPICY ACTION PROMPTS ;
send a word for a starter ! add a ♡ to reverse the role ! or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested ! you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. )
please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡
[ BEG ] ; the sender begs the receiver to touch them.
[ BEHIND ] ; the sender takes the receiver from behind.
[ BITE ] ; the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body.
[ BONDAGE ] ; the sender ties the receiver up.
[ CHOKE ] ; the sender chokes the receiver.
[ COLLAR ] ; the sender puts a collar on the receiver.
[ CUT ] ; the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.
[ DEGRADE ] ; the sender degrades the receiver.
[ DENY ] ; the sender denies the receivers orgasm.
[ DOUBLE ] ; the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.
[ EAR ] ; the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.
[ GAG ] ; the sender gags the receiver.
[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.
[ HICKEY ] ; the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.
[ HUMILIATE ] ; the sender humiliates the receiver.
[ KITTEN ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.
[ KISS ] ; the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.
[ KNIFE ] ; the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.
[ MASTURBATE ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.
[ MORNING ] ; the sender wakes the receiver up with sex.
[ MOUTH ] ; the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth.
[ ORAL ] ; the sender performs oral on the receiver.
[ PET NAME ] ; the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.
[ PIN ] ; the sender pins the receiver against the wall.
[ PRAISE ] ; the sender praises the receiver.
[ PUBLIC ] ; the sender touches the receiver in public.
[ PULL ] ; the sender pulls the receivers hair.
[ PUPPY ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.
[ RIM ] ; the sender gives the receiver a rimjob.
[ SCRATCH ] ; the sender scratches the receivers back.
[ SLAP ] ; the sender slaps the receivers face.
[ SPIT ] ; the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face.
[ SMACK ] ; the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.
[ SOFA ] ; the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa.
[ SPANK ] ; the sender spanks the receiver.
[ SQUEEZE ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver.
[ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap.
[ STRAP ] ; the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on.
[ TIE ] ; the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.
[ TOY ] ; the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.
[ WHIP ] ; the sender whips the receiver.
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh