Chapter Seven - The Atrocity 

As their vacation continued, they enjoyed various activities from fishing, and watching romance movies to roasting marshmallows by the fire. Every iota of every second was filled with gratitude for the time alone. Unintentional romance blossomed in everything they did, but they tried their best to ignore it. Each day Jeongguk had a new recipe on the menu. Jimin, his trusty sous chef, remained by his side mincing and chopping on demand. 

However, their commitment to being just friends didn’t come without restraint and incredible discipline. Just because they had agreed to no longer be lovers, didn’t mean they didn’t still want to be lovers. They took every precaution to be vigilant; avoiding nudity, lude comments, or any reference to their twenty-four hours of blissful sin from days prior. Most importantly, they kept the kink box closed and hidden in the closet. They locked the experience away in the private vaults of their minds, even though they could see the memories etched on each other’s faces. 

But it was on the evening of the sixth day when an explosive turn of events knocked them completely off course.

“Hurry, Jeonggukie, the movie is about to start.”

“The popcorn isn’t going to pop itself. I like alot of popcorn when I watch movies that make me cry.”

“This is a Marvel film. Nothing about it should make you cry.”

“Says you. Iron man makes me emotional.”

“Just hurry up. The news is on and it’s depressing me,” Jimin laughed. 

He crossed his legs on the couch and made way for Jeongguk to join him under the thick yellow blanket. It was an evening of pajamas, snacks and their favorite movies ordered on demand. It had become a nightly ritual to help keep their minds off of the  other things they could be doing.

Jeongguk plopped down on the couch and crawled under the blanket with Jimin. As usual, Jimin’s pajamas consisted of baggy black sweatpants but no shirt. Jeongguk noticed his bare chest when he pulled the blanket. His eyes were drawn to a series of small nail marks where Jimin had likely scratched an itch. The marks were faint, with just the slightest deepening of color.  Jeongguk couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They felt like something that needed to be kissed.

Jimin noticed that he was being noticed. And that’s when he realized that he needed a shirt. “Oh, sorry. I’m so used to not wearing a shirt at night. I-I um, I’ll go grab a shirt.” No matter how comfortable they were being partially or completely nude around each other, they understood that the deadly attraction was still there and they needed to avoid triggering each other. Having a rock hard dick with no way to satisfy it was a recipe for landing them tied to the bed and fucking again.

Jimin quickly rushed off to find a shirt. Jeongguk casually glanced up at the news while he waited for Jimin to return. There was a woman on television who looked vaguely familiar. 

“Principal Han?” Jeongguk uttered to himself. 

She appeared to be speaking at some sort of press conference. He turned up the volume on the television to hear her more clearly. 

There were at least thirty microphones shoved in her face as she spoke, “I’m innocent of these charges. This is nothing but a conspiracy to sully my name and create doubt in the minds of the board members. I assure you that I have not done any of the deplorable things I am accused of…,”

“JIMIN!” Jeongguk yelled at the top of his lungs.

Jimin came running with his shirt partially pulled over his shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“DELORES IS ON TV!” Jeongguk pointed towards the image of ugly little Principal Han on television. Her thick unibrow glistened amidst the bright camera lights.

As Principal Han completed her statement, the news then quickly switched to footage of her being arrested and led out of Hagwon in handcuffs. She was tussling with the police, refusing to leave her office. So they cuffed her. The lower third scrawled across the screen with a list of reactions from teachers at the school.

The news anchor from KBS1 Channel 9 continued the report, “Principal Han of the prestigious Hagwon School of Busan has been arrested on multiple felony charges including misappropriation of funds, violation of ethics & standards regulation, and blackmail.”

“What in the actual fuck is happening here,” Jimin fell onto the couch with his shirt still stuck over his shoulders.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Jeongguk stuffed a hand full of popcorn into his mouth as his eyes glazed over the television in disbelief.

The reporter who was reporting live from the front lawn of the school, continued to deliver the story, “Suspicions around the Principal's action surfaced when several teachers and senior staff noticed that new rules and guidelines had been enacted unilaterally by the Principal without the proper authority from the school board. Some of the new rules were found to be illegal and discriminatory; against the school district’s fairness doctrine….,”

Jeongguk jumped to his feet, “I told you! I told you she was pulling some of these rules out of her ass!”

“Shhh,” Jimin shushed him so that he could continue to listen to the various charges that were being levied against her.

The reporter continued, “...the investigation into unauthorized rule amendments led to a trail of missing funds and various threats against powerful business owners who had children attending the school. During a raid on her office, her computer as well as boxes of personal files were confiscated and placed into evidence. The board has suspended the Principal indefinitely with a new Principal soon to be appointed as an interim replacement. Bail has not been set. We’ll continue to keep you updated on developments in this story. This is Seoka Hwang reporting live from Channel 9, KBS1.”

“Do you think that’s why the biggest troublemakers in the school were never punished? Was she being paid off by their parents to make their infractions just go away?” Jimin asked.

“That’s probably where the blackmail comes in.”

“You said it. You knew from day one that something wasn’t right. She was being allowed to run amuck with her refusal to adhere to policy. Even our fucking suspension without pay wasn’t authorized. Nothing in the teacher handbook or district guidelines gave her authority to do this. No wonder you wanted to fight. No wonder you were so adamant. You knew. My God, you’re brilliant,” Jimin grabbed Jeongguk and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I feel vindicated. But we can’t get too ahead of ourselves. Until the trial is over, we don’t know what’s going to happen. She could still have a few tricks up her sleeve. At least, we’re rid of her. She’s no longer at Hagwon which should make our lives much better.”

“We have a hearing in front of the board next week. I was feeling really discouraged about it but now I think we have a chance.”

“We’ve always had a chance. After all of this shit with Principal Han, the entire case against us will likely be thrown out and the suspension reversed.”

“Reversed? Why do you think that?”

Jeongguk folded his legs in and faced Jimin, “Because no single entity has the authority to put such guidelines in place. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all this time. The board had no idea what she was doing. Now that she’s gone, none of her ridiculous rules apply. We default to the official handbook. The one that I helped the committee create.”

“None of her rules apply?”

“None.”

“Not even the one about…staff members dating?”

“Not even that one,” Jeongguk said softly as he tucked Jimin’s dark tresses behind his ear.

Jimin tilted his head and leaned into Jeongguk’s palm as it stroked his cheek. “Good to know.”

“Are we going to watch this movie? I paid for it already,” Jeongguk stated.

Jimin was pensive and quiet. He absentmindedly pulled his shirt into place as he reclaimed his position under the blanket. He could feel Jeongguk’s cold bare toes curled underneath.

“Your feet are cold, put them in my lap and I’ll warm them for you,” Jimin offered.

“I’m always cold. My nipples are always hard, not because I’m horny, because I’m cold.”

“So I gathered from your turning the heat up to near 90 degrees Celsius every night. Stay close. I’ll keep you warm,” Jimin offered sweetly.

It was 1:00 am by the time they decided to go to bed. They’d managed to squeeze three very long Marvel movies into their movie night and they were over it.

“Hmm, that was confusing. And why is Hulk red?”

“Hell if I know.” They turned the television off and walked slowly towards their bedrooms. “So tomorrow? What’s on the agenda?”

“A midnight helicopter ride. It’s our last day so I thought we could really make it special.” 

They stopped in front of Jeongguk’s room. 

Jeongguk stepped inside but Jimin continued to linger in the doorway. “That sounds fun. Imagine flying over Busan at night. I can throw rocks at my mom’s house,” he leaned against the door frame, looking boyfriendy, cracking jokes.

“Jiminie, be honest. Does Principal Han leaving change how you feel about staying at Hagwon?”

Jimin thought for a moment, “I would miss you alot if I went elsewhere. It’s too soon to say. I love the lower school kids, but haaaaaate those damn middle schoolers. I guess I need to see how everything works out.”

“Same. I do feel much more hopeful now.”

Jimin lifted his hand to scratch his neck. His fingernails left more of the faint red marks. 

“Why do you keep scratching that same spot?” Jeongguk asked.

“It’s this damn t-shirt. I don’t even know why I packed it. It’s not exactly the most comfortable. But all of my other clothes are dirty and I can’t run around here shirtless anymore, now can I?” 

“You can if you want. Besides, I’m washing all of our laundry tomorrow so that we return home with clean clothes,” Jeongguk said firmly.

Jimin sat on the floor in the doorway of Jeongguk’s room, still refusing to fully enter. “Laundry? On vacation?”

“I love to do laundry. I find it soothing, especially folding the dry warm clothes. I just love it, so give all of your dirty laundry to me. I’ll even come over to your apartment when we get home and wrangle all of your dirty clothes,” Jeongguk laughed.

“Oh, don’t joke. I may take you up on that offer. I absolutely fucking hate doing laundry. My God we’re good together.” Jimin scratched his neck again creating even more divots in his skin.

“You can take your shirt off. I’m not some hapless heathen who can’t control myself. If you don’t want to wear a shirt around me, you don’t have to.”

“You sure? I’m really sexy.”

“Fuck yes you are, but…I’m sure.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Jimin reached around the tail of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. 

For a moment, the sleeve got stuck over his shoulder, trapping him with his arms stuck in the air and his entire head covered. And then the collar got stuck on one of his earrings. He tugged and tugged, trying to get loose. As he struggled to work his way out, the nipples on his exposed chest began to harden from the chill. It was another one of those silly predicaments that only Jimin could get into.

Jeongguk could see the marks on his neck. The beautiful, beautiful marks on his neck. “Wait, wait, it’s stuck on your earring. Stop pulling before you rip your ear off. Here - let me help.” Jeongguk worked the earring loose and then continued to pull the shirt up. Jimin’s face was liberated and then eventually his head, but the t-shirt continued to grip around his arms and wrists as they flailed in the air. “Hold still, please. I…,”

Jeongguk felt the seams of his pajamas suddenly tighten around his crotch. Seeing Jimin trapped in his shirt triggered his bondage kink at the most inconvenient time. 

Jimin, all tangled in mangled up knots, wondered what was taking so long for Jeongguk to free him. The younger’s face was above his, a fierce gleam of desire burning in his eyes. 

“You good?”

“No.” 

Instead of pulling the shirt the final few inches to get Jimin’s arms free, Jeongguk grabbed the fabric and twisted it in his hand, wrapping it around and around until it was tight around Jimin’s wrists. He couldn’t help himself. 

“What’s happening?” Jimin laughed softly.

“I’m a hapless heathen who can’t control himself.” He found his lips pressed against the darkened red marks on Jimin’s neck. “Holy shit you’re beautiful,” he said as he kissed up and down the faint etchings in the elder’s skin.

“You hapless heathen. You didn’t ask my permission,” Jimin was already in the game, offering no resistance at all. 

Jeongguk held Jimin’s still bundled arms above his head. He pressed him against the frame of the door, and then eventually pushed him to the ground. None of it was planned. It just happened, right there on the floor. 

Jimin whispered, “Another twenty-four hours?”

There was a sudden knock at the door. They both startled and stared at each other. Who could be at their door at 1:00am.

“Do you think the deer want to come in and watch in person?” Jimin joked.

Jeongguk was not so jovial. He had a bad feeling about someone visiting at such a late hour. 

“What the fuck? Should we even open the door? Who could possibly be up at this time of hour? We’re completely isolated up here.” All kinds of alarm bells rang in Jeongguk’s head. 

The two of them walked slowly to the front door. Whoever was there was persistent, knocking firmly and loudly. Jimin grabbed a knife from the wood block on the kitchen counter. 

Jeongguk peeped through the blinds to see if it was someone he recognized. It was. He rushed to open the door.

Yu-Jon fell inside, collapsing to the floor. He held his side and peered up at Jeongguk, “Thanks for letting me in.”

“Yu-Jon?” Jimin gasped. “Fuck I would have preferred the deer.”

Yu-Jon was injured. He had a bloody nose, several cuts on his face and he appeared to be holding his stomach.

“Oh God what happened to you?” Jeongguk leaned down by his side, “and what are you doing here?”

“I’m fine, just a little bruised. I was in a car accident. Another car ran me off the road near Haeundae beach. Ended up in a ditch. My car is fucked up but drivable. Oh God Ggukie, my life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was going to die.”

“You need a doctor,” Jeongguk grabbed a few paper towels and wiped the blood from Yu-Jon’s face so he could examine his injuries.

“I probably do…,” Yu-jon laughed and then grimaced in pain, grabbing at his side as he coughed.

“Mmkay,” Jimin had his arms folded tightly against his chest, “so let me get this straight. You crashed near Haeundae beach and instead of seeking medical help that was literally five minutes away, you chose to drive three hours, up a mountain, at night, to come here?” He was fired up. The red scratches on his neck burned red in a visible display of his anger. Everything about Yu-Jon’s visit felt manipulative and Jeongguk seemed to be falling for it.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Jeongguk offered.

“No.” Yu-Jon protested. “I just need to rest a minute. Catch my breath. I-I-I had to see you Jeongguk. It’s urgent. Please just hear me out and let me talk.”

Jimin didn’t know what to think. The asshole was clearly in distress and his injuries were real. He could see the concern in Jeongguk’s eyes and that was the part that pissed him off. After everything Jeongguk had said about being over him, hating him, considering him an oppressor - there he was, tending to his wounds and giving him yet another opportunity to wiggle his slimy ass back into his life. Jimin felt like he was going to vomit. He sat down on the couch and crossed his legs; every portion of his body tense and anxious. 

“You need to go to a hospital,” Jeongguk said once again.

“Fine. But not until I say what I need to say,” Yu-Jon insisted. “I drove three hours to get here to tell you this.”

“Yea, fine say what you have to say but make it quick because I can’t stop the bleeding on this cut,” Jeongguk said with worry.

Jimin felt like crying. Jeongguk wasn’t supposed to care about that creature that lay there on the floor, invading what may have been the most beautiful moment of their lives. Yu-Jon was not supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to be laying on Jeongguk’s lap sucking up his attention and affection. 

Jimin seethed. He wanted Jeongguk to hate Yu-jon, to kick him out, to let him bleed to death in his dented up car with the shattered windshield. The feeling was all too familiar, he felt his heart breaking once again. Could it be that Jeongguk was truly still in love with his ex?

Yu-jon continued to mumble, while struggling to talk. “I need you. I’m here to beg you to come back to me. I know this is sudden…I know I shouldn’t be here…,”

“You think?” Jimin yelled.

Yu-Jon glanced at him. Jimin was sure he saw a smirk. The injured man continued to speak feebly, “I was a fool to let you go. I was a fool to be unfaithful. I almost died Ggukie. And as I was laying there, I realized that the only person who matters in my life is you. I can’t go on without you. Marry me Jeongguk.”

“What?” Jimin jumped to his feet. He felt his eyes fill with tears. “No fucking way…you ass….”

“Jimin. Come here,” Jeongguk yelled over him. 

Jimin was surprised to hear Jeongguk use that tone with him. It aroused him slightly even though it was a very inappropriate time. Jimin rushed over, pausing his tirade. He knelt next to Jeongguk and Yu-Jon.

Jeongguk had retrieved several towels. He was holding them against Yu-Jon’s face and his chest. “He’s coughing up blood. This is serious.”

“Fuck. I think he’s got a collapsed lung.” Jimin suddenly understood Jeongguk’s urgency and why he was paying so close attention to Yu-Jon’s injuries. “We need an ambulance immediately,” Jimin advised.

Both of the teachers were well trained in first aid and CPR. They knew how to keep him alive but he definitely needed help. 

“Hold this here and keep it compressed while I call an ambulance,” Jeongguk ripped his bloody hand away and fetched his phone. 

Jimin could hear him speaking frantically to the 1-1-2 operator. He curled his lip and gagged as he spoke to Yu-Jon, “So, blood isn’t my thing. Especially your blood, but if I don’t do this, you could die. Soooo, yea.” Jimin grimaced and gagged again before pressing his hand hard against the compress to control Yu-Jon’s bleeding. He could feel the warm gooey blood soaking through the towel and staining his hand. “Fuck I hate this. I hate you.”

Yu-jon managed to utter a few cruel words to Jimin, “He’ll never love you. I’m etched in his brain forever. He’ll always be mine.” He coughed up more blood.

“Are you seriously dense enough to talk shit to the man who’s saving your life? I mean you really are stupid,” Jimin rolled his eyes. He held back another gag as he saw more of Yu-jon’s blood drip to the floor. 

Jeongguk was back. He worked on cleaning Yu-jon’s facial wounds while Jimin held the towel in place. “They’re on their way. You’ll be fine.”

“Are you going to give a dying man an answer?” Yu-Jon asked in response to his proposal. “Will you marry me?”

Jeongguk looked at Jimin with sad pathetic eyes. Jimin could see so much beauty within them.

Yu-Jon continued, speaking directly to Jeongguk, “I know you came here with him just to make me jealous. I know there’s nothing between you.” He coughed, voiding more blood from his mouth, “I talked to your friends and even people who saw you at the Hard and Heavy Metal Pub together. They all said you visited often but you never held hands or even kissed. You’re just using him to make me jealous. But I know where your true heart is. It’s with me.”

“You’re right. I did use him and I did it to piss you off and really hit you where it hurt. And that wasn’t fair. He’s not my boyfriend and we aren’t dating. I’m sorry Jimin,” Jeongguk stared directly at Jimin.

Jimin couldn’t believe what he was hearing; Jeongguk admitting their secret to Yu-jon. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. It took all of Jimin’s strength not to run, flee the scene so that he didn’t have to face what was happening. Jeongguk himself had admitted in the past that he and Yu-jon had a pattern of breaking up and reuniting. He admitted himself that he always took him back - always. That was just how they played the game. And at that moment Jimin realized that he was just a pawn in their game. He felt so stupid, so humiliated. His grip on Yu-jon’s bloody towel slackened just a bit. Did he really care if he died? Not at all.

Jeongguk continued to stare into Jimin’s eyes. He refused to dismiss their gaze. After Yu-jon’s soliloquy of bullshit, the younger finally had a chance to speak. But instead of speaking to Yu-jon, he spoke to Jimin. “You look like you’ve lost your best friend. Lighten up. You don’t really think I’m falling for his bullshit do you?” Jeongguk giggled. “You’re the one who said that we had to trust each other, not just in the bedroom, but in all things. I still trust you, but it seems like you’re doubting your trust in me. Please don’t do that, it’s the most important thing we share.” Jeongguk then looked down at Yu-jon. He continued to dab at his facial wounds and hold his head. “As for you asshole. The only reason I opened the door is because you looked like you were dying - and you could possibly be - hell I don’t know. Maybe that’s why you should have driven yourself to a doctor instead of letting yourself bleed out while interrupting my vacation. I have no idea what the damage fees are for allowing someone to die a bloody death on the doorstep of this airbnb, so I let you in. That’s the only reason. Your presence here is irritating the fuck out of me. You should thank Jimin for being so kind because he hates you. If I had let him vote, he would have voted for death for you. So thank you Jimin. The ambulance will be along shortly to take him off of our hands,” Jeongguk said sweetly. He leaned over Yu-jon’s body and kissed Jimin softly on the lips. “Fuck,” he slapped Yu-jon on the shoulder out of frustration, “If you hadn’t shown up, I would be blowing his back out right now, trying to convince him to be my forever boyfriend. You ruin everything, you know that?”

Jimin’s eyes bulged. He had clearly been the victim of his own overthinking because Jeongguk’s response to Yu-jon’s proposal was not at all what he expected. “Forever boyfriend?” he echoed, still in shock.

Jeongguk continued his rebuke of Yu-jon, “As for marrying you…are you dense? I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire so I definitely wouldn’t marry you. The only reason I’m caring for you right now is because my mother raised me to be a good human. And it’s what Jimin over there expects of me…to be a good human. But don’t get things confused, I could care less about you. I don’t wish you any harm, but you could die tomorrow and I’d just…get a cup of coffee.” He shrugged.

Jimin burst into laughter. He never knew Jeongguk had such savagery in him. And the young one wasn’t finished. It seemed as if he was just as outraged by Yu-jon’s antics as Jimin himself was.

Jeongguk continued, “The audacity of you to come here. To risk your own life just to play these silly games and curry favor with me. Trying to manipulate me into taking you back just because you showed up here near death. I wouldn’t be surprised if you drove into that ditch on purpose. You have a mother and a sister who would have been devastated if something happened to you. And they would have inevitably blamed me - like they always fucking do. And your pathetic proposal was laughable. When did you come up with that angle? Before or after you noticed that Jimin was still here? Your manipulative games have always been pathetic, but this is a new low. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Thankfully for Yu-jon, the ambulance showed up before Jeongguk could continue tearing his character to shreds. The guy was in bad shape. He had a myriad of troubles ahead, the least of which being internal injuries as well as the legal matter of leaving the scene of an accident.

“He’s pretty banged up, but he’ll be ok. You can ride in the back of the ambulance with him,” the EMT offered to Jeongguk.

“I’m not going anywhere with him. He has a mother and a sister. Their emergency contact information is in his phone. Call them. I’m going back to my regularly scheduled program of falling in love with this guy,” he pointed at Jimin.

Jimin laughed again. Hearing Jeongguk throw around the word love was ridiculously premature. But he could definitely see a path for them getting there. 

Jeongguk grabbed Jimin’s hands and gasped when he saw them covered in Yu-jon’s blood, “Oh no. Body fluids. My poor baby.”

Jimin pouted and nodded. He held his hands with his fingers spread apart and his arms extended away from his body.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wash it all off…If you’ll let me?”

Jimin nodded with a slight smile.

***

The final day of their vacation was spent making love. Not just fucking, but truly making love while exploring their intimate feelings for one another. Other than their occasional visit to the garden to pick flowers for each other, they never stepped one foot outside of the cabin because nothing the world had to offer was better than being together locked in passion. The kink box made its debut again as Jimin freed it from the closet and they once again sorted through it…

Jeongguk pursued him on his knees, stalking his every move. Jimin tried to crawl fast but the layers and layers of velvet rope around his knees and ankles slowed him down. Being in total darkness because of the chiffon blindfold didn’t help either. 

“You didn’t ask permission to eat my ass, you hapless heathen,” Jimin teased.

“I’m going to catch you,” he slapped Jimin across the ass with the pink crop. The slap was so mild that it made Jimin laugh even harder. 

“You have my permission to hit me harder than that.”

“Nope. I don’t do pain. Now come here.”

“Nope.”

Their cat and mouse chase took them all through the house with Jimin having no idea where he was going. He bumped into several walls as he crawled over the floor. Jeongguk finally caught up with him as Jimin made his way into the kitchen. The elder’s joyful laughter could be heard all the way through the forest.

Jeongguk grabbed Jimin’s roped ankles to keep him from going any further, “Ok, ok. Now may I have permission?” Jeongguk begged. He knew exactly what Jimin wanted, but per usual, the elder made him ask permission. Those were just the rules.

“That’s more like it. Yes, you have my per…,” he didn’t get a chance to give his full consent because Jeongguk already had his tongue inside his clean lavender scented ass, licking and slurping, eating him like he was an early morning breakfast. The edible lube was definitely serving its purpose. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin clenched his eyes shut from behind the blindfold. He sat on his hands and knees, rotating his hips and bucking his ass against Jeongguk’s tongue.”Shit. Shit. Ohhh, make me cum,” Jimin whined. 

Jeongguk tugged on his cock as he kissed the rose colored flesh of Jimin’s ass, “Do you need to be cooled down?”

“Yes,” Jimin agreed, even though he didn’t know what that meant.

“May I cool you down?”

“Yes.”

Jeongguk left Jimin there on the kitchen floor, still on his hands and knees. 

“Shit, don’t leave me. I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

“Shhh, relax baby. It’s not time for you to cum yet. We have time.”

Edging was a new addition to their kink play where they refused to allow each other to orgasm until they had been sufficiently teased to surrender. 

He pulled ice chips from the freezer and filled his mouth with them, pushing them into his cheeks like a chipmunk storing acorns. He returned to Jimin’s upturned ass and blew a cold breath into his hole. And then one by one, he dropped the chips of ice inside of him, using his tongue to melt them.

“FUCK!” Jimin screamed and tried to crawl away.

“Now, where are you going?” Jeongguk taunted him. He commenced with licking Jimin’s ass with the frigid ice rolling over his tongue.

Jimin gasped for air. He wanted to cry. The sensation was too intense, yet he never wanted it to stop. He felt himself on the verge of an orgasm again, but he didn’t dare admit it because he knew that Jeongguk wouldn’t allow it. 

And then the positions all changed.  Jeongguk was on the move. Because of the blindfold, Jimin wasn’t sure of their exact positioning, but he knew he had been turned onto his back. And just like that, his entire cock was cocooned in the warmth of the younger’s mouth.

“FUCK!” Jimin squirmed. 

Shivers ran down his leg. He was torn between the soft warm flesh of the back of Jeongguk’s throat and the icy chill in his cheeks where he still held remnants of ice. A new sensation was born, one that aroused Jimin more than ever. He could feel his weighty cock dancing inside of Jeongguk’s mouth as he sucked and released in heart stopping intervals. Jimin grew closer to orgasm yet again. And yet again, Jeongguk denied him. The moment he felt Jimin’s growing tremors, he pulled his mouth away from the elder’s wet cock, depriving him again.

“Stop, stop, stop. You didn’t ask permission to cum, Jiminie.”

“May I…p-p-please?”

“No, baby. Not yet. I’m sorry, you can’t cum yet. May I fuck you? May I fuck you now?” Jeongguk begged with a raspy voice.

“Yes, you may,” Jimin said just as desperately. 

He couldn’t get into position fast enough, so Jeongguk helped him. He propped him on his hands and knees, ass out, lube spilling from his hole. And then he entered him, pushing in so hard that his eyes snapped shut and a savage growl erupted from his throat. He hugged Jimin’s back with his hands around his waist as he rotated his hips around and around, pushing in and out, showing no mercy.

Jimin felt his hands sliding across the tile as he grappled for something to anchor himself. He was being tossed all over the kitchen floor. Jeongguk’s arms felt like steel around him, unrelenting in their passionate embrace. The jutting bulge of the younger’s cock burned through him, filling him and emptying him at a mind dizzying pace. Simultaneously Jimin could feel his lover’s large hand tugging at his dangling cock, stroking him to ecstacy while fucking him at the same time. 

Up was down and down was up. There was no spatial awareness, no cogent thoughts; only soul filling sensation that fired through his body. The sound of his own beating heart thundered in his ears so loudly, that he could barely hear the moans from his lustful lover. 

“Fuck, it’s so good. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Jimin lifted his hand from the floor and draped it around Jeongguk’s hand that was masturbating him. Together their hands moved in tandem, pulling at the skin of his dick and rolling it back and forth. And then, his face dropped to the tile floor as Jeongguk continued to pound his ass while milking him. “Fuuuuuuck! May I cum, may I…?” Jimin lost his voice as his body quivered.

“Still too soon,” Jeongguk offered with a loving smile. He withdrew, leaving Jimin’s hole trembling. He released Jimin’s cock and pushed his hand away so that he couldn’t continue to stimulate himself. “You can’t cum, until I do.” 

Once again Jimin felt kisses all along the back of his thighs and ass. His dick was beginning to ache. For more than an hour, Jeongguk had been fucking him to the brink, but not allowing his release. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it because at that very moment, he was desperate to blow his load.

Jeongguk picked him up and placed him on the kitchen counter. He removed Jimin’s blindfold so that he could see where he was and what was about to happen to him.

“May I cuff you?” He whispered as he kissed Jimin’s neck and gently lifted both of Jimin’s arms above his head.

“Yes.”

 He unexpectedly handcuffed both of Jimin’s wrists to the cabinet doors above them. “You ok?”

“No…I…can’t hold it anymore…fuck,” Jimin whined. The position was new, something he had never done before. Just thinking about it pushed him to the brink again. “You’re so sexy. My body loves you. Fuck me again baby. Take me like you want me.”  

Jeongguk stepped back. “Look at me,” he beckoned Jimin’s eyes to stare at his naked body as he stroked himself. “Do you want me? Do you want this?”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. May I have you? May I cum…this time?”

Jeongguk walked forward. He reapplied Jimin’s blindfold and then gagged him with the soft ball gag. He pulled Jimin to the edge of the counter and tickled his hole once again with the tip of his cock. Carefully he placed each of Jimin’s legs over his shoulders. The ropes dangled from his ankles as he was forced into a submissive position. His body was stretched erotically, contorted in different directions, limiting his ability to move. 

Jeongguk continued to tickle the outer rim of Jimin’s hole, and just as his tip slid into him once more, he said the words that Jimin had been longing to hear, “You may have me. And you may…cum…but only if you do it with me…together.”

Jimin was already moaning before Jeongguk even started to fuck him. He leaned his head backwards into the bottom of the cabinet as Jeongguk’s powerful hips started up again. He pushed all seven inches of himself through Jimin’s body with a glide that was smooth as silk. His nuanced stroke enraptured Jimin again. Jeongguk was going in for the kill. With Jimin’s legs tossed over his shoulders, he was perfectly angled for Jeongguk to pound into his prostate. 

That was always the plan. Even though he didn’t consider himself Jimin’s pleasure Dom, that was exactly how Jeongguk behaved. He whispered to him, “You ready?”

Jimin couldn’t respond, the fuck was too delectable. He couldn’t even nod. His wrists pulled against the cabinet doors as his body tensed. He could feel Jeongguk’s tip hitting his spot over and over and over again. A tear fell from the corner of his eye as he felt his orgasm start to build. This one was the biggest yet. He was so afraid that Jeongguk would take it away that he tried to hide the true extent of his pleasure. But it was wild, the fuck was wild. The cabinet doors began to rattle at a steady pace as Jimin’s cuffed body bounced against them. The slapping of their skin sounded in Jimin’s ears. Even though he couldn’t see what was happening, he could feel every sensation ten times over. 

He moaned through his gag. This was it. This was the end for him. His orgasm went well beyond just blowing his cum. His entire body tingled, his nerves awakened, his legs clenched around Jeongguk’s neck as they rested on his shoulders. He released a muffled scream, an orgasmic alarm that alerted Jeongguk that he was about to cum. 

The younger quickened his pace, bouncing against Jimin’s prostate. Between thrusts, he kissed the inside of Jimin’s legs and stroked his cock, ready for his lover’s seed to spill into his large capable hand. “Oh fuck. May I cum? May I cum?” He asked Jimin for permission.

Jimin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and then he threw his head backwards, hitting the cabinet. At that moment Jeongguk had permission to do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop fucking him. 

“Together, together,” Jeongguk rattled off incoherent words that Jimin was too far gone to hear. “Let me breed you. Let me shoot all of my cum inside of your body.  May I, Jiminie? May I?” He whimpered. 

Jimin screamed again as Jeongguk continued to pump him like a savage. His dick erupted, shooting cum across the kitchen, with much of it landing on the expensive cabinets. His perfect lips shivered and goose bumps erupted all over his skin. His silky dark hair fell messy over his closed eyes as he swam in the haze of euphoria.

Jeongguk dropped Jimin’s legs from his shoulders and held them open as he rolled his hips. He was lost in his own climax, clenching Jimin’s hips, embedding his fingers into his skin, marking him red with his fingertips. Kisses, all of the kisses, all of the time. He found  Jimin’s mouth and gave him as many kisses as his lips could form. All of his senses opened and the rush of his release began. He poured into Jimin’s body with a gruff moan of satisfaction and shook with delight as he emptied. 

Jimin could feel the familiar burst of warmth inside of his body. He had officially been bred.

***

Jeongguk was terrible at rope tying, mostly because he refused to make strong knots. Pain was just not his thing. As a result, he literally fucked the rope off of Jimin, leaving it tangled around his toes, heels and ankles. In fact, their entire bdsm ritual was vanilla at best. It was something they ventured into more as an expression of freedom than anything else; two men escaping repressed relationships and finding their collective voices within each other. The allure was in the tease, the granting of permission as the ultimate sign of respect. Doing it made them feel powerful and in control of their own sexual identities, as opposed to their past lives of deferring control to someone else. Their version of kink play felt sweet and liberating, like a celebration of loving consent.

They lay there together on the kitchen floor eating ice cream and reminiscing about Jimin getting stuck in the Kitchenaid mixer. It was the last day of their vacation but it felt like the beginning of the rest of their lives. In just seven short days, so much had changed. It was yet another sign of just how destined they were to be together. 

They made their way to the fireplace and continued to talk. “So was this just another twenty-four hours?” Jimin asked for clarity.

 “No,” Jeongguk responded firmly, “no more limits on this. I want this Jimin, all of it. I can be your best friend, your co-worker, your laundry man, your lover, your terribly cautious pleasure Dom and…your boyfriend. We can do it all because I believe the universe pulled us together for that reason. Don’t you see? You said it yourself. With big risks come big rewards. You’re my reward, not just your body, you. We know how to be good to each other and we know how it feels when we aren’t. Our past experiences, relationships were what brought us to this point. We learned valuable lessons that make us who we are. I’ll take the risk of a million heartbreaks with you.”

“I always understood. But I was respecting your wishes, following your lead.” Jimin sat up, brows furrowed. He scooted away from Jeongguk. 

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Trust. We promised to always trust each other, but I failed you. I was so scared that Yu-jon was going to talk his way back into your heart that I didn’t trust that you had already given it to me. I’m disappointed in myself for thinking that way,” Jimin admitted. 

“Hmm, that’s a tough one. Well, I can forgive you - if you can.”

Jimin nodded and wiped a tear from his eye, “May I have permission - to forgive myself?”

“You may.” He leaned in and pushed Jimin’s hair from his forehead so that he could kiss him there.

Jimin remembered, “Don’t we have a helicopter ride? Should we probably get dressed?”

“Yep. But first, I need to clean all of the cum off of the cabinets. I’m pretty sure they will charge me for damages if we leave that there,” Jeongguk laughed hysterically. 

***

“Mr. Jeon.”

“Mr. Park.”

They greeted each other cordially as they sat at the wooden table in the community library where the School Board hearing was being held. It was concerning for both of them that the entire thing hadn’t been cancelled given Principal Han’s arrest. Still, they felt confident that they would be victorious in their fight. 

The situation with Principal Han was so egregious that the Ministry Of Education called in the Regional Superintendent to oversee the case. The more they dug into Principal Han’s handling of Hagwon, the more the parents and board demanded a complete overhaul. The initial thought was to release all of the current staff and teachers and bring in all new ones. But cooler heads prevailed and most of the teachers, especially the newer staff like Jimin and Jeongguk, were allowed to remain.

“Mr. Park, Mr. Jeon, we invited you here today to get testimony from your perspective of how Principal Han was handling staff discipline. We’ve read your appeal. We understand that you were given leave without pay for the infraction of being absent from your class after the bell rang?”

Jeongguk spoke for both of them, “We were coming from the lunchroom. Lower school teachers do not have a microwave or refrigerator of their own, so we have to walk clear across the building to warm our lunches. On our way back we ran into a student who was feeling ill but couldn’t find the nurse. She needed immediate care and I was writing her a hall pass to allow her to get to the nurse after the bell rang. Principal Han didn’t approve. We tried to explain, but we were immediately slapped with a suspension that same day,” Jeongguk concluded.

“Principal Han doesn’t have the authority to suspend a teacher without board approval. A suspension of that magnitude is reserved for very serious infractions, not being late to your classroom.”

Jeongguk chimed in again, “Yes, sir. That’s why we decided to fight it. So will it be stricken from our records?”

“Of course. And your pay will be reinstated as well. I guess in the end you got a few days off and a little paid vacation. I’m sure it doesn’t make up for the humiliation and embarrassment that you had to suffer.” 

“I have been at this school for two years. This is Mr. Park’s first year. But even though we are new to this school, we have years of student teaching experience at different institutions and we have never seen a Principal given this much authority to create guidelines. We ask that…if Principal Han returns, that there be much more stringent oversight over her operation of the school,” Jeongguk spoke his peace.

The Superintendent didn’t need to hear anymore. He found their narrative too prolix and unnecessary because unbeknownst to them, the board already knew all of the nasty details of Principal Han’s unjust behavior. She was going to jail for a long time. “Principal Han will not be returning to the school. She has been fired from the administration and is facing many years in prison for blackmail and theft. However, we will remain vigilant in our oversight of the new Principal once one is selected.”

Jimin took a risk and shared more insider information, “Sir, not to pile on, but we believe that we’ve been discriminated against. Because we are male and because we are…,”

“Dating,” Jeongguk spoke proudly into the microphone, finishing Jimin’s sentence.

Jimin looked at him with stunned silence.

“We have no policy regarding dating. We would ask for your discretion simply because kids don’t need to see teachers kissing,” the Superintendent laughed.

Jimin nodded, “Of course, sir. We understand.”

“As for the discrimination claims, you’ll have to prove that. I advise you to file a complaint. Be specific about dates, punishments, conversations, anything you can think of to bolster your case. As we know,  Principal Han worked in her own bubble, ignorant to the rules and regulations around her. We’ve already seen evidence of her not handing down discipline in a consistent manner according to guidelines. I’m sure you’ll be able to make your case.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimin bowed from his seat.

“Thank you both for sharing your concerns…I…,”

“Um, sir. One more thing,” Jimin dared to interrupt the Superintendent again.

“Yes, Mr. Park. What is it?” The Superintendent said patiently.

“We need a microwave in the lower school. And a table or maybe two. Teachers have no accommodations and we can’t properly serve our students if we have to race through the middle school hallway just to warm up our lunch. Please consider it, sir. Thank you.” Jimin partially bowed from the table again.

“After what you’ve just been subjected to, if your only ask is for a microwave and a couple of tables, I’m sure we can have someone look into that right away.”

***

One year later…

He moved his fingers idly over Jeongguk’s face, tracing each beautiful line, feeling the texture of his shaven cheek and the lush crescents of his eyelashes. He touched his tongue to the younger’s mingling them like silkened heat. They devoured each other in a long kiss before Jimin broke away and buried his mouth into Jeongguk’s throat, right along the scratches and red marks. 

Jimin’s breathless laugh dissolved into a moan as he lifted Jeongguk’s long strong legs into the air and examined his hole. Of course Jeongguk was handcuffed because that was the way he liked it whenever he asked to bottom. They hadn’t been able to duplicate all of the toys in the kink box from the cabin, but they did find most of them online from soft bdsm kink shops. A few new toys were added to their playtime as well.

Jeongguk was dressed like a bunny, with long pink fluffy ears that intertwined through his curly black hair. His wrists were bound in thick leather cuffs with miniature chains on them. They were pink of course  with soft fur lining the inside. And around his neck sat a pink velvet collar, soft to the touch with sparkling diamonds on the surface. The feather duster lay just feet away, covered in cum from when Jimin used it to tickle Jeongguk’s ass after the first time he came inside of him. 

Above them, on the wall, hung the painting that Jimin had created during their wine and paint session. But the pornographic view of Jeongguk that faced Jimin at that moment, looked nothing like the sweet innocent painting on the wall. 

The younger’s hole was moist and oily, with lube circling the wrinkled creases, sullying the sheets below them. No longer did Jeongguk have to rely on his big dildo to satisfy him because now he had Jimin. So whenever he felt the urge to stick something up his ass, Jimin’s dick was ready to fill the need. He braced and arched his back, anticipating the not-so-gentle surge from Jimin’s cock.

Jimin held Jeongguk’s legs and pushed them gently into his chest to expose more of him. He bounced the tip of his cock against Jeongguk’s hole several times before finally asking, “May I have permission to fuck you?”

“Yes.” Jeongguk said, “...but this time, just the tip. If you put the whole thing inside of me, I’ll call the safety word.”

“Coward,” Jimin teased. Jimin surged forward, dipping the oily tip of his cock into Jeongguk’s pool of warmth. He worked his hips with shallow strokes, careful not to push too much of himself into him. His dirty little secret was that he loved it this way, using just the tip, forcing himself to restrain himself. It was like a form of sadistic edging all on its own. He had to be disciplined, depriving himself of a full-on ass fuck. Just the thought of it made him rage with arousal. In and out, he pumped with short strokes. The concentrated pressure around the tip of his dick drove him crazy. 

He couldn’t get through more than four or five thrusts before he begged for release, “Can I cum? Please can I cum?”

“You may, but do it inside of me. Bottom out and shoot it deep,” Jeongguk demanded. 

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Jimin loved it when he said that. Gibberish and tommyrot flowed from Jimin’s mouth as he fell into orgasm. Jeongguk whispered filthy things to him as he felt Jimin’s throbbing cock inside of his own body. 

Jimin lowered the younger’s legs and buried his face into his chest while following instructions to breed him and cum inside of him. He happily did as he was told.

***

“You’re pregnant. I’m sure of it,” Jimin joked as they walked to the carpool line to greet their students.

“As opposed to you being pregnant?”

“My cum is more potent. I’m def your baby’s daddy,” Jimin insisted.

“Line up please children,” Jeongguk instructed his class. He turned back to Jimin with a whisper, “I kinda think that neither of us are pregnant. But…I would be honored to be the father of your children, so when you’re ready, you let me know,” Jeongguk winked.

“I love you. Is it too soon to say that?” Jimin asked.

“Well, it’s been a year. And apparently one of us is pregnant, so I would say, we’re probably a bit late saying it.” Jeongguk laughed again and slapped his knee.

“Hey, keep your hands to yourself. Do not touch the person in front of you,” Jimin scolded his class who seemed to have trouble falling into a straight line. “Hoseok, cover your mouth when you sneeze. I swear to God if any of your spittle gets on me,” Jimin argued with himself mostly because no one in his class was listening.

Jeongguk’s students lined up nicely. They held hands and sang while they wrestled with their backpacks and lunchboxes. 

“By the way, I love you too. Alot,” Jeongguk casually tossed out his reciprocating proclamation. He joined his class in singing and led them to their classroom. 

Jimin watched him lead his line of students into the building. He placed his hand over his heart, not sure if it made sense to cry.  But he certainly felt like he needed to cry. It was the most casual exchange of I love you’s that could ever be, yet it filled him with contentment, pride and absolute joy. He whispered the words again, “I love you.”

“We love you too Mr. Park,” his class all said in tandem.

***

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The Future…

• Yu-jon made a full recovery. The accident truly was an accident. However, he did receive multiple citations for leaving the scene of the crime. He married a few years later. Yu-jon and Jeongguk never spoke again.

• Jimin’s ex, a man named Beom Seok was convicted on charges of battery and sexual abuse of his partner. He was sentenced to ten years in jail. Beom and Jimin never spoke again.

• In return for Jimin and Jeongguk agreeing not to file a discrimination lawsuit against Hogwan, the lower school teachers received their own teacher’s lounge, complete with a television, stainless steel refrigerator and multiple microwaves. They used Principal Han’s old office to create the new lounge.

• Jeongguk decided to stay at Hagwon, as did Jimin. Once the new administration came in, the entire environment of the school changed. They both found great joy in their jobs and they found even greater joy in working side by side. 

• After three years of teaching first grade, Jimin left and transitioned to teach middle school at Hagwon. He found out quite accidentally that his love of poetry and philosophy and art were much better suited for older kids. He created a poetry club for the middle schoolers and even held poetry competitions. He was beloved by the more mature kids who appreciated his style of instruction. His attitude towards teenagers changed drastically after his first year of working with them. He was voted Teacher of the Year the following school year.

• Jimin and Jeongguk’s strange flavor of kink play continued. They bucked the rules of traditional bdsm every chance they had. In fact, they followed none of the rules. They did what made them happy because it was the love and intimacy that mattered most.

• Jimin became Jeongguk’s forever boyfriend and each year during the fall season, they escaped back to the mountain, renting the same cabin for their anniversary where they re-lived all of their special memories just as they experienced them the first time. 

THE END

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Chapter Six - The Sensitivity

Hours and hours passed with them locked inside of the bedroom sampling every single toy from the kink box. Some they liked, others they didn’t, but it was all experimental fun that neither took too seriously. Twenty four hours. In retrospect it seemed ridiculous to only give themselves such little time. They felt a desperate need to cherish every second because time moved like the enemy.

It was almost evening and they were both dead asleep. Crackling outside of the window caused Jeongguk to awaken. He opened his eyes to find a large set of black eyes staring back at him. He startled before realizing it was a family of deer peering through the window. They galloped off as soon as he stared back at them. Jeongguk was sure that the smallest deer was the same tan one he had seen in the woods a couple of days earlier. He laughed. The idea of deer watching him and Jimin through a window like some pornographic peeping Toms was hilarious in his mind. He only hoped that the smaller ones were forced to look away during the really naughty parts..

He took a moment to assess himself. He was sore, achy and tired. His cock was wilted, laying at the opening of Jimin’s ass. He and Jimin were handcuffed together and attached to the bed. There was lube everywhere and the potent smell of vanilla. Jimin had feathers braided into his hair and fringe tassels attached to his nipples. Etched red marks were all over Jimin’s skin. It was a bonafide sexual circus and he had no immediate memory of how they had gotten into that position - but he liked it.

He needed food. His mouth was dry and full of an interesting taste that he could only assume was Jimin’s cum. Again - he liked it. Before crawling partially out of bed, he took a precautionary glance towards the window to make sure that the peeping porn deer hadn’t returned. They were clear, so he proceeded.

He could only go so far because he was cuffed to Jimin and the bed. The key was a few inches away so he crawled his foot over the carpet and extended as far as the restraints would allow him to go. He managed to work the pink heart shaped key between his toes and pull it back. After a few contortions, he got himself unlocked and released Jimin from the headboard. 

Jimin never stirred. He was sleeping so peacefully that Jeongguk wanted to admire him again. He ran his hand across his hair, pulling the feathers away and wiping the bangs from his eyes. His cheeks were just the slightest tint of rose and they begged to be kissed. ‘Kisses, always, all the time’, Jimin’s words played in his head as he thought back over their last hours together. His lips pursed as he reached down to deliver the small kiss to his sleeping beauty. 

Suddenly, a pair of hands clamped tight around his neck pulling him down. Jimin giggled as he forced him back to the bed and rolled over the top of him, “I’m not letting you get away.”

Jeongguk countered, “I wouldn’t dare try to get away from you. I was simply going to the kitchen to fix some dinner. We haven’t eaten since this morning. We’ve literally been wrapped in velvet ropes for the last twelve hours. We need sustenance.”

“Actually, you’re right, I am hungry. The last thing I ate was the oatmeal you fixed this morning. Great. So what’s for dinner? Can I help cook?”

“Beef shish kabobs and Pasta Carbonara. I had everything delivered yesterday morning before I wandered off into the woods. And I would love for you to help cook, but I think we need to shower first. My seed is oozing from your ass,” Jeongguk laughed.

“That is so very unromantic when you say it that way,” Jimin turned his head over his shoulder to try to look at his own ass. 

“Good because no romance is allowed. Sex only - those are the rules.”

“The rules.” Jimin tried to get up but he was so sore that he could barely move. “A little help?”

“Oh baby, I fucked you up didn’t I?”

“Judging from the looks of it, I fucked you up too. We’re so good together,” Jimin laughed as he leaned on Jeongguk to help himself stand.

“Meet you in the kitchen in about twenty minutes?”

“Make it thirty. I think I need to soak,” Jimin shuffled his feet like an old man as he sorted through his luggage for fresh clothes. 

“Thirty it is,” Jeongguk leaned in close. He spoke through a joyful smile, “Kisses, always, all the time.” They shared an osculatory moment before heading to their separate bathrooms.

***

Jeongguk had the music blasting. Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, ‘Die with a Smile’ played as he chopped onions, garlic and parsley. He sang with his soft voice, hitting every run with pinpoint precision while the spaghetti came to a salty boil. 

He smiled as soon as Jimin entered the kitchen. Stabbing the knife into the chopping block, he dropped the parsley and ran to Jimin and grabbed him, forcing him into waltz position. He pranced him around the kitchen singing to him. Jimin was swept off of his feet as Jeongguk danced with him in his arms. They did a few twirls before Jeongguk dipped him, arching him all the way back before snapping him back up and pressing their chests together again. As the song crescendoed, so did Jeongguk’s moves. 

Jimin couldn’t stop laughing. He was completely overwhelmed. Jeongguk had always been somewhat of a serious soul, the classic overthinking anxiety filled perfectionist. Jimin had never really experienced much of his playful side. 

“It’s nice to see you opening up. You’re happy, aren’t you?”

“Nah, just practicing for the first grade dance next month,” Jeongguk released Jimin. “Kisses, always, all the time.” He planted a kiss on Jimin’s cheek. “Thank you for the dance,” he bowed before going back to chopping his parsley.

Jimin had no words. Something deep within his soul stirred everytime he looked at him. The crush was no longer a crush, it was something more and it had nothing to do with the sex. He leaned against the counter, not even realizing that he was still staring.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Jeongguk danced over to Jimin and dropped an apron over his head. “Get to work dude. You need to start on tenderizing the beef kabobs.”

Jimin snapped to attention. “Yea, sure.” He looked down at the apron. It was different from the one that had almost gotten him killed. The strings were short and easy to tie and the apron fit him well. “Where should I start?” 

“Open the packets. The beef kabobs are already constructed. All you have to do is season them and toss them in the pan with a little oil.”

“That’s easy enough.”

“Taste this.” Jeongguk dipped his pinky into his carbonara sauce and placed it in front of Jimin’s mouth. 

Jimin licked out his tongue and used the very tip to pull the sauce from Jeongguk’s finger. “Oh that is so fucking good. My God you can cook so well.” He went back to that same finger again and sucked the rest of it off.  But even after the sauce was gone, he refused to let Jeongguk’s finger go. He pushed the entire finger into his mouth and began to suck it like it was a lollipop.

Jeongguk stood there, indulging him, watching his lips as they puckered around his long thin finger. His cock was sore and the last thing he needed was another erection, but watching Jimin give his finger a blow job was giving him another erection.

“Your beef needs to be browned,” Jeongguk reminded him. He slowly pulled his finger from Jimin’s mouth and then stuck it into his own mouth to lick away Jimin’s spit.

The playlist switched to Hip Hop which de-romanticized the mood momentarily. They were able to get their dinner cooked and then sit down for nice conversation. Jimin built a fire as the chilly evening set in once again.

“I think a family of deer watched us fuck,” Jeongguk said spontaneously.

“Deer? Watched us…fuck?” Jimin squinted his eyes and tilted his eyebrows. He was confused. “The entire family, even the doe?”

“I’m afraid so. I woke up and they had their noses pressed against the window. I think the daddy deer was jerking off with his hoof. You should close the curtain to your room. They can’t be trusted.”

Jimin fell completely onto the floor. He couldn’t even get up because he was laughing so hard. As was the pattern, when one of them laughed, it automatically made the other laugh. “Not the buck jacking off!” 

“Would you please get off of the floor and eat your dinner? I worked hard shredding all of that cheese,” Jeongguk giggled.

Jimin climbed back into his chair. He immediately slurped up his Carbonara pasta and began moaning as if he were having yet another orgasm. “WHY IS EVERYTHING YOU COOK SO DELICIOUS?” He screamed across the dinner table and pounded his fist.

“I thought about being a chef. Decided to teach instead. Maybe after I retire from the classroom, I can go to culinary school or something.” Jeongguk shifted to a different topic, “Did you see your email from the school board?”

“Email?”

“Our hearing has been set for next week, two days after we return from suspension.”

“That was fast. Still think we should fight it?”

“I do. But like I said, if you want to move to a different school after we win, then I don’t blame you. In fact, I’ve been wondering if I should look for another school too. Being with you has given me a fresh outlook on everything. I lied when I told you that I loved my job. I don’t. I love the kids, but hate the administration. Just like my life with Yu-jon, I’m settling by staying. The board refuses to hold Principal Han accountable for her reign of terror and I just can’t understand why. I probably should find another school, but something is holding me back. It’s like I’m hoping things will change even though I know they won’t.”

Jimin reached across the table to hold Jeongguk’s hand, “You’re worried about someone finding out about us?”

“Maybe that’s a part of it. But not because I want to hide this, but because I don’t. My personal life is my personal life. The school shouldn’t be able to dictate who I date and who I don’t. During my student teaching days, many of the schools had husband and wife teams working together as teachers. It’s a dumb rule to say that teacher’s can’t date each other. The rule is nothing but manufactured nonsense from a lonely old creature who’s never known love.”

Jimin choked on his wine, “Whoa…whoa…we’re not dating. We have no plans to date. This is a twenty-four hour fling, most of that time is already up. Don’t make this more than what we agreed to.”

Jeongguk had the expression of a scolded puppy. He tried to recover, “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. My point is, my personal life is not anyone’s business but mine. I want to work at a school that respects those boundaries.”

“I didn’t mean to sound harsh, I didn’t…,”

“Oh but you’re right. Twenty-four hours, that was the deal. That was the deal.” Jeongguk leapt from his seat, “I need more wine.”

***

Jimin spent the remainder of the evening trying to demystify his words. It didn’t matter. Jeongguk was affected by them and no amount of back-peddling was going to make him feel better. They sat in silence, Jimin sitting on the couch and Jeongguk laying on the floor in front of the fireplace as they watched the local news. 

“Dinner was incredible,” Jimin offered.

“Thanks,” Jeongguk said dryly.

“Have you started your certification work yet? I started but didn’t get past the practice quiz before I, um, lost focus.”

“I’ll start tonight.” Jeongguk scrolled through his phone, refusing to look up while Jimin was speaking. 

“I hurt you. I’m sorry. My words were too harsh and I didn’t mean it that way. I would love to date you. I would be honored to date you. I’ve had a thing for you since the summer. But you, yourself said that was not possible. It’s your rule Jeongguk, not mine. You can’t be angry because I decided to follow your rule.”

“The last…,” Jeongguk checked the time on his phone, “...twenty hours were incredible. We took advantage of every hour, every minute, every second and that’s how it was meant to be. But now it’s time to go back to the way things were. I’ll keep those memories of you forever. But our friendship has to come first. So thank you for respecting that.”

“It wasn’t just sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“There was more to our hook up than just sex. We felt things that we never felt before with anyone else. I had the best time of my life. Thank you Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk moved on to a happier topic as a way of acknowledging Jimin’s apology. “We’re joining a painting class tomorrow.”

“Painting? But I don’t know how to do that.”

“That’s the fun of it. No one in the class does. We sip fine wine and follow the teacher’s instructions. At the end we have a painting that should closely resemble the one she put together. It’ll be fine.”

“That’s very original. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that before. Perfect first date kind of vibe.”

“Except it’s not a date. I had to find something to replace the skinny dipping and the couples massage. This was the only thing available.”

“Right.”

“I’m pretty tired. We had a very long, complicated night. If you don’t mind, I’m going to bed,” Jeongguk said brightly.

Just like that, the conversation turned sterile. Their twenty-four hours of sexual bliss were over and both of them were committed to going back to the way things were.

“Before you leave, can I say just one thing?”

“You can say anything you need to say,” Jeongguk smiled. 

Jimin bent to one knee and sat in front of him. “No one has ever touched me the way that you touched me. It’s been months since I’ve even been with anyone. You healed something inside of me. Something that I didn’t even know was broken. You keep giving me so many accolades and thanking me for the experience, but it’s me who needs to thank you. My last relationship was somewhat abusive, verbally. He made me feel like I had no value. At least Yu-jon loved you. My ex was only with me because I made him look good, successful, competent, humane. Everyone saw me on his arm and automatically thought the best of him. I was used for years as a status symbol. But at the end of the day, he never really loved me for me. I’ve been alone ever since, too afraid to step back out there and date again. There are no coincidences in life. At the time that it happened, I thought slipping on that puddle of vomit marked the worst day of my life…until you came along and lifted me out of the putrid mess. Somehow the universe knew that I needed you to be the one to lift me up. Only you could help me to my feet and send my life bounding in a completely new direction. And you’ve been doing it ever since.” Jimin stared down at his hands as he closed his soliloquy, “As this little twenty-four hour experiment comes to a close, I just want to thank you for granting me this wish. I feel so alive. My ass hurts, but that’s a good thing.” He laughed. “With a snap of our fingers, we can now be friends again. It was good to get the sexual tension out of the way. I’m sure we’ll both go on from here and eventually find our soulmates. And when you do, I’ll be there at your wedding, cheering you on and giving inappropriate toasts and praying for your forever happiness. But from this day forward, this trip will always be our most cherished little secret. Our forever secret.” Jimin gave Jeongguk one last kiss - on the cheek.

***

Jeongguk sat at his computer at the tiny desk in his bedroom. He tried to open the certification app, but his mind just wasn’t there. He was still reeling, thinking about the truths that Jimin had been so brave to share with him. Being in an abusive relationship of any kind was traumatizing. Never would he have imagined that it was part of Jimin’s past. His heart ached for him. There was so much clarity around his guarded exterior and his inability to let people in.

Jeongguk spoke sadly to himself as he sorted the pics of Jimin at the apple orchard, “If I were there, I would have protected you. I would have never allowed anyone to belittle you.” He rubbed his tired eyes as he slammed his computer shut. 

WHO, by Lauv blasted through his headphones. For some reason, the lyrics made him feel like crying even though he had listened to the song hundreds of times before. In his mind, he placed both he and Jimin inside of the lyrics. They had both experienced the pain of waking up next to someone who they thought they loved, only to find out they were a stranger - a stranger they hated. He listened to it on repeat at least five times before heading to bed. 

But when he turned down the sheets, he noticed a folded piece of paper lying on his pillow. Written in Jimin’s handwriting were the words: To my best friend. He rushed to open it, slightly worried about what Jimin had to say that he couldn’t tell him in person. A single daisy fell from the folded crease. The note was simple but beautiful.

Jeongguk,

You thanked me, and now it’s my turn. I’m not sure that saying thank you is enough to express my gratitude. You have been the light in the dark forest. The one that led me home. What you gave me was more than just sex, it was an escape; a retreat from the dark recesses of my mind. You’re a reminder that good still exists in this world. With you, I experienced the honesty of your soul, the integrity of your character and the love in your heart. You made me feel appreciated, strong and sexy; something that had long been missing in my life. It was an honor and a privilege to share that side of you. And although I’m sad to see our moment come to an end, you will live inside of me forever.  

Thanks for last night - Jiminie

Jeongguk raised the letter to his lips. Possibly it was just his imagination, but he was sure that he could smell the faint hint of lavender. He placed the note down on his desk and rushed to check his phone. It was 9:45pm. Incredibly, they still had three hours left on their twenty-four hour agreement. Jeongguk made the decision not to waste time. He ran to Jimin’s room and knocked on the door that was slightly ajar. 

Jimin was lying on his back, reading a book. His signature pajama pants had been washed and dried and he was once again wearing them to bed. 

He looked up, “Jeongguk? Is everything alright?”

Jeongguk stared down at the floor, eyes slightly unfocused. “We technically have three more hours. I want the last three hours.”

Jimin sat up, wide eyed, “You mean…more kink play?”He was confused. They had already closed that chapter so why was Jeongguk bringing it up again?

“No. That’s not what I mean at all. I want to use our last three hours to be more than friends. No sex. Just the emotional support that we both need right now. I want to be your comfort and I need you to be mine.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Jimin asked seriously.

“May I come in?” Jeongguk didn’t dare breach the threshold to Jimin’s room without his permission.

“Of course you can come in.”

He walked softly, looking completely past the kink box that lay open with all of their toys in it. He wasn’t interested in that, not this time. He crawled into Jimin’s bed and scooted behind him. 

“May I be your big spoon?”

“No.” Jimin said immediately.

“Sorry, ok, I overstepped. I know this wasn’t part of our agreement. I just wanted to…well I feel like…forget it…forgive me..,”

“You overthink everything,” Jimin smiled and gently caressed Jeongguk’s chin. “I said no because  I want to be - the big spoon.” A small laugh escaped him.

Jeongguk was relieved. He released a large breath and laughed along with Jimin, “I do sorta’ have a tendency to think too much.” He shrugged.

 Jimin climbed over Jeongguk to lay behind him. He slung his leg over his body and moved in close to place his arm around him. He snuggled his soft hair into Jeongguk’s back and breathed him in. “Let’s make this an incredible three hours.”

***

The following morning marked the fourth day of their vacation. Jimin was the first to arise. Even though Jeongguk had planned to visit Jimin’s room for only three hours, they ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms. It was exactly what they had fought so hard to avoid because it very much felt like - feelings.

Jimin knelt down in front of the kink box. He smiled with fond memories at the feathers and fluffy handcuffs that had dominated them for the last twenty-four hours. But sadly it was time to move on. He packed everything neatly inside and then closed it. That phase was over - forever. 

“Hey. What time is it?” Jeongguk stirred. He looked around the room as if he were surprised to find himself in Jimin’s bed.

“Uhhh, 10:30,” Jimin responded.

“We better get dressed. Our painting class starts in an hour. Can I make you some coffee?”

“I already did. It’s on the nightstand next to you. Americano with ice.”

“You remembered?” Jeongguk smiled with surprise.

“You’re worth remembering.”

Jeongguk spoke quietly, “About last night. Thanks for letting me hang out here. I don’t know what came over me. I just didn’t want to be alone.”

Jimin picked up the kink box and placed it in the closet. From his perspective, it was best to get it out of sight. “I liked having you here. But…,”

“But…what?”

“Nevermind.”

***

Jimin played all of the music they loved during the one hour car ride, but the mood wasn’t quite the same. A hint of melancholy was in the air. They both felt it, but neither addressed it. There was no need because they understood why it existed.

“The friendship is the most important thing,” Jeongguk said randomly as they pulled into the parking lot of the Paint and Sip Craft Center. 

“I know.”

“I can’t lose your friendship. I can’t.” Jeongguk parked the car and stared straight ahead. His heart wasn’t really into painting. His deepest desire was to take Jimin back to the cottage and fuck him over and over and over again, and then fall asleep in his arms. But that wasn’t possible, not anymore. He gripped the steering wheel hard, closing his eyes as visions of Jimin’s nude, bound body flashed before him.

“We won’t, no matter what happens, we won’t,” Jimin popped open the car door and stepped out quickly. 

Winter was coming and the weather seemed to get colder each day. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and popped his coat collar before pushing Jeongguk quickly into the building.

The Paint and Sip was located in an old warehouse further up the mountain. The inside walls were made of exposed brick with large steel pipes that ran overhead. The building was reconstructed from an old railroad station. The far wall was covered from top to bottom with endless shelves of fine wine. It was one of the most extensive collections of wine that they had ever seen.  Large picture windows allowed the sun to blaze through the room, creating a brilliant glow. And an old wood burning stove sat in the far corner, providing heat for the entire room. Once again they had stunning views of the city below. 

“This place is really nice. So cozy. I think I could be inspired to paint,” Jimin said as he removed his coat.

“Where do you want to sit?”

“Towards the back so that we can pass notes and talk shit about the instructor.”

Jeongguk couldn’t help it, he laughed. Jimin was the best at lightening the mood. 

“Good afternoon students. Please find a seat,” A rotund man with a large paint pallet resting on his thumb, walked through the room greeting all of the guests. “As soon as we are all seated, we can begin wine selection. There is a wine menu at each easel. Take a few minutes to review and a server will be around shortly to take your order.”

“This is really cute,” Jeongguk crinkled his nose. “Oh look Jimin. I guess that’s the object we’re going to paint today.” He pointed towards the front display.

“A sunset? I expected something a bit more avant garde.”

“My guess is that avant garde is a bit much for beginners,” Jeongguk could feel his mood start to lift. The painting date was exactly what they needed to get them out of the house and away from that box of sin.

They studied the wine menu for about ten minutes before ordering. Each easel was equipped with all of the paint colors they needed, brushes, a canvas and written instructions on how to execute the brush strokes. It seemed simple enough.

They sipped their wine as they carefully followed the instructor’s directions. The conversation was routine as they talked about lesson plans and merit scores. The exercise was soothing, giving them an outlet for all of the angst they had been feeling earlier in the day. 

But Jeongguk had something that he needed to ask; a question that had burned in his head all night. “Why have you never mentioned your relationship before? The terrible situation with your ex…?”

Jimin’s brush continued to casually glide along the canvas. Jeongguk couldn’t see his canvas because of how they were seated, but it seemed to him that Jimin was dipping his brush into all of the wrong colors and at all of the wrong times.  Jeongguk didn’t judge. Freedom of expression was just as much of an art form as following the instructor. 

The question didn’t bother Jimin at all because he had a simple answer, “I’m not particularly fond of talking about the worst era of my life,” he explained.

“Then why did you tell me? Why did you share such a private situation?”

“Because you make me vulnerable. I feel safe with you.” Jimin stopped painting long enough to turn and look at Jeongguk. “Remember that night in the bar where I almost kicked Yu-jon’s ass?”

Jeongguk laughed, “The night he accused me of cheating. I sure do. That was epic. I never knew you had that much fight in you.”

Jimin continued, “I normally don’t. It takes alot to push me that far. But, at that moment, I saw myself in you.  It was all too familiar. The way he spoke to you. The gaslighting. The disrespect, making you think that everything was your fault. It was textbook verbal abuse. I felt like I was witnessing my ex all over again. I wanted to stand up for you the way that no one ever stood up for me. I was so angry, so angry. I could have killed him.”

“You wanted to protect me? Funny because last night after you told me about your ex, all I could think about was how I wished I had been there to protect you.”

“If I had had you as a…friend…back then, I would have never ended up with that guy in the first place. You would have saved me from him simply by not being him.” Jimin refocused on his painting, “We have a deep serendipitous bond. That’s how I knew that our little sexcapade wouldn’t destroy our friendship.”

“The universe wants us to be together. How we chose to be together is up to us. Is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s what I think. Yes.”

The instructor demonstrated another brush stroke, this one was much more complicated than the last. It took Jeongguk several times to get it right. Jimin however, seemed to nail it on the first attempt. Jeongguk was anxious to see his painting because while the rest of the class struggled with the techniques, Jimin seemed to grasp them with ease.

“So are you saying that Yu-jon was abusive to me?”

Jimin stopped painting to gaze at Jeongguk again. He was hesitant to answer.

“Do you?” Jeongguk repeated, even though he already knew the truth in his heart.

“I’m just an outsider looking in. I don’t know the intimate details of your relationship. I only know what you told me and…what I saw with my own eyes. The day he caught us in the apartment, the same day you two broke up, I was terrified of what he might do. When you didn’t return to school after lunch, I panicked. I drove by your apartment everyday, praying for a sign of you, hoping that you were ok. The way he screamed at you even with me standing right there, it was the behavior of someone who was unhinged. His reaction was way over the top. I was so fucking worried that he might hurt you. Things between me and my ex never got physical. He was too smart for that. But he could be vicious with his words. I saw that same behavior in Yu-jon. The signs of an abuser. For instance, he used money to control you. Buying all of your clothes. Never allowing you to have anything of your own and putting himself in the position as the only provider. He controlled you with the constant threat of taking away everything he’d given you, therefore making you feel dependent upon him. The apartment was his, the furniture was his, the liquor was his. It was so controlling and you hated it. And then the way he dominated you sexually, forcing you to bottom when that’s not what you always wanted. I bet he thought when he kicked you out that you would come crawling back to him. But you never did, because you were much stronger than he expected you to be. I witnessed your efflorescence the moment you got away from him. I can’t say for certain that he was abusive, it’s not fair for me to make that conclusion. Only you know the answer to that question. But I can say that all the signs and behaviors were there.”

“That’s why you were so happy to see me when I came back to school?” Jeongguk asked sadly.

“Yea. I prayed everyday that you were ok. I begged Principal Han to tell me where you were and if you had called. She said it was none of my concern and to worry about my own affairs. I just…thank God that you came back to me…I mean back to the school.” Jimin wiped a tear away from his cheek. Somehow their conversation had become much more reflective and sullen than they meant for it to be. He returned to his painting.

Jeongguk did not regret broaching the topic. The things Jimin said needed to be said. He reflected carefully upon Jimin’s words. Patterns and similarities all mixed together in his head. A clearer picture of Yu-jon suddenly emerged. “Did you know at the time, what was happening to you?”

“Nope. It took time and distance to figure it all out. I stormed out one night after he embarrassed me at a party. He called me names and made baseless accusations in front of all our friends. He belittled me and dragged me for  laughs; all because one of the hosts was flirting with me. I was humiliated. I left and stayed gone for three weeks. I went to visit my sister and it was only after talking to her that I realized what a malignant tumor he was in my life. He begged me to come back. I came back alright - and then packed my shit and left fifteen minutes later. That was two years ago. I haven’t dated since.”

“Did you love him?” Jeongguk asked.

“About as much as you loved Yu-jon.”

Jeongguk shook his head. He was so riveted by Jimin’s conversation that he completely missed ten minutes of the painting instructions from the teacher. He had fallen behind.  Jimin continued his painting even though he too had missed all of the instructions. Jeongguk strained to try to see Jimin’s canvas, but Jimin turned it even further away to make sure that he couldn’t see any of it.

Jeongguk continued, “My God. Now it all makes sense. You make sense. The months after I broke up with Yu-jon, you showered me with kind thoughts, compliments, and reminders of my self-worth. You convinced me to appreciate my value and you motivated me to find my own happiness within myself. You knew that if I loved myself, I would never go back to him.”

“All I wanted to do was remind you of how incredible you are. He emptied you, day after day, bit by bit. He had manipulated you into believing that you didn’t deserve anything better than him. I just wanted to build up what he had broken down,” Jimin explained. “And I found myself infatuated with you in the process.”

Both fought back tears in the middle of the paint studio as they contemplated the parallel journeys that had led them to this place. 

“Very good. Very good,” the instructor said as he walked around to each of the students to evaluate their work. 

Jeongguk’s teary eyes bulged, “Shit. Mine isn’t finished. I stopped paying attention.” He wiped his tears away and tried to scribble a few more lines around his bare sun.

“Your first graders would be proud,” Jimin teased.

“How did you finish yours? You weren’t paying attention either.”

“My art is based on vibes. Not anything that silly guy had to say,” Jimin explained.

“Vibes? How does one paint on vibes?” Jeongguk laughed heartily. The tear that dripped down his cheek quickly disappeared into the creases of his dimples. 

The instructor arrived and examined Jeongguk’s painting, “Well, good effort young man. Good effort.”

But when the instructor got to Jimin’s painting, he was not full of the same compliments, “Uh, young man, were we all in the same class?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimin smiled. He was still adding the finishing touches to his masterpiece. “I did my best. Do you like it?”

The instructor placed his glasses on the tip of his nose, “The object for the day was a sunset. This appears to be…something other than a sunset.” He looked between Jimin’s painting and Jeongguk’s face several times. “Oh I see.” He shook his head. “Good grief. You couples really are annoying,” he said and then walked away.

“Couples? Annoying? What was that about? What did you paint?” Jeongguk snickered.

Jimin turned his canvas around so that Jeongguk could see it. 

“That’s - that’s - that’s me!”

“It can’t be that bad if you recognized that it was you.” Jimin signed his name at the bottom of the canvas, just below the painting of Jeongguk. 

“I-I-I don’t know what to say. It’s exquisite. Resplendent.” Jeongguk was equally stunned and flattered as he absorbed the beauty of the painting.

In Jimin’s rendering, Jeongguk was wearing all white. His dark hair contrasted beautifully against the white clothing and his golden hued skin. The white lotus blossom that he held in his hand was held gently against his cheek. Curly bangs covered his forehead and his bright eyes were so realistic that they seemed to be staring through the canvas. It was a true work of art from a true artist. 

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to oil paint.”

“I don’t. But I’m a great illustrator. I have a minor degree in art design. I drew your image first and then used the paint to color it in, like using markers or crayons. I think it came out pretty great. Acrylics mix and blend well when they’re wet. Besides, you’re a much more interesting subject than the sunset.”

Jeongguk simply gawked. There were not enough words in his illustrious, highly educated brain to describe what he was feeling. “Do I get to keep it?”

“It’s yours. Of course, we have to be careful because it’s still wet. I’m going to have to google how long it takes for paint to dry,” Jimin laughed. 

Jeongguk didn’t. Emotions swirled through his body. It was the perfect moment for a passionate kiss, but that would only lead them down a dangerous path. Instead he extended his hand for an awkward handshake.

“What’s this?” Jimin laughed loudly before accepting Jeongguk’s handshake. “You’re so incredibly peculiar.”

“Leave me alone. I’m emotional here. A kiss seemed inappropriate, so I’m offering you a handshake,” Jeongguk laughed.

“You could have just hugged me,” Jimin teased his sweet little overthinker.

 “This painting is beautiful and I will cherish it forever. I get to take it home with me, right?” 

“Yep. It’s all yours. Let’s go. I’m craving some of that carbonara that was leftover from last night’s dinner.”

Jimin was right all along. They transitioned back into their role as friends just as easily as they had transitioned into their role as kink playing lovers. Their bond was teflon and at least for the moment, it appeared to be back on track.

***

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Chapter 1 - Odor of Mendacity - 3/1/25

Chapter 2 - The Audacity - 3/1/25

Chapter 3 - The Complexity - 3/2/25

Chapter 4 - The Tenacity - 3/2/25

Chapter 5 - The Intensity - 3/7/25

Chapter 6 - The Sensitivity - 3/8/25

Chapter 7 - The Atrocity - 3/9/25

Chapter Five - The Intensity

✅ Author's Note:  This Chapter is very graphic and extremely NSFW, please read with caution. Check tags on Chapter One for full disclosure of content.

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Jimin was saddened to learn that Jeongguk considered going home. It felt like an over reaction just because they had an attraction to each other. Even if the younger wasn’t willing to take him up on the twenty-four hour offer, he hoped that he at least would change his mind about leaving.

Only work could put their conversation out of his mind and keep him from lamenting over it. So he decided to get to work. 

The vanity against the wall served as a makeshift desk. It was the same vanity he’d used to watch himself masturbate the night before. It was a comfortable seat, close to the window with plenty of space to set up his laptop. Doing schoolwork while on unpaid leave seemed like an oxymoron. Why should he give anything back while serving time for an unjust punishment? His dedication to his job was his justification. 

It didn’t take long for him to immerse himself in reading through the certification material. He was just about to take the first practice test when he suddenly saw Jeongguk standing at his door. 

Jimin jumped. “You scared me. I didn’t see you standing there. You ok?”

Jeongguk answered his question with a question, “We’re switches aren’t we? I mean, in this world that we fantasize about…there is no single Dom.”

Jimin’s subrident gaze said it all, “Yea. I think so…? I would question if there would be a Dom in our world at all? Seems like that’s too regimented for our tastes.” 

“We have…zones…moods that seem to dictate who rises and when. I noticed it when we first started hanging out. Yin and Yang kind of thing.”

“Interesting. You’ve given this some thought. When did you come to this conclusion?”

“May I come in?”

“Of course,” Jimin shut his laptop and turned to give Jeongguk his full attention as he entered and sat on the bed.

“I haven’t come to a conclusion about anything. I’m just trying to verbalize my crazy random thoughts.”

“Nothing about your thoughts are crazy.” Jimin leaned back in his chair. The odd positioning of his torso accentuated the ripples of muscles along his ribcage. The pink fluffy handcuffs were resting on the desk behind him. “So does this mean you’ve changed your mind about barging out of here and going home?”

“That was maybe…a bit drastic,” Jeongguk said as his eyes flitted over the handcuffs on the desk.

“Very drastic.” Jimin leaned forward, eyes concentrated on all of the places he longed to kiss on Jeongguk’s face. “And my proposal? Are you willing to accept?”

Jeongguk looked at him with wide, rounded eyes that revealed his vulnerability, “I’m scared for us. All of this is just so fucking risky.”

“You know how the saying goes; with great risk comes great reward. That’s just how the game is played, I guess.”

“I want the reward.”

“I do too.”

Jeongguk negotiated, “We can’t allow this to affect us though...our friendship. Promise me. Promise me that we won’t let this take over and ruin our friendship.”

“I promise.”

“No one at the school can ever find out. This has to be our secret. We could get fired if anyone finds out. And no matter what happens, we have to find our way back to our friendship,” Jeongguk was almost desperate with his plea.

“I. Promise.” Jimin held up his palm and gave his word.

Jeongguk looked over at the box full of sin. It sat there seductively, beckoning them, “How do we…begin?”

“With consent, of course. Whatever we want, however we want it, all we have to do is ask. If the answer is no, then it’s no. But if the answer is yes…,” Jimin switched off the lights at his make-shift desk. “...if the answer is yes, then we go all in. For the next twenty-four hours, we live out our fantasies. And after it’s over, we’ll go back to our regular lives.”

“It’s not just about the penetration, so much of this is visual and mental.”

Jimin reassured him, “We’ll take it slow. Tell me what you like.”

“I feel drawn to bondage, seeing you tied up. I hope that’s not too honest,” Jeongguk gulped and closed his eyes. 

“I’m willing to try it, if you are.”

“The apron,” they both surprised themselves by saying it simultaneously. They laughed.

“We think alot alike. That’s a good sign.”

Jeongguk was starting to feel more comfortable sharing his naughty thoughts, “I like seeing you gagged,” he said without hesitation.

“Gagged? When did you discover that? And how?”

“The apple orchard. That’s when I realized that was one of my…my…my kinks.” Jeongguk didn’t know what other word to use for it.  “When you stuffed that apple into your mouth, it aroused me. I got so hard that I thought I was going to cum right there in the apple orchard. That’s why I ran away and pretended to go pee.”

“Fascinating. Well guess what? I really like being gagged. What else?” Jimin rushed him along. He was anxious to hear everything on Jeongguk’s mind.

“The handcuffs, the feathers.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Both. But top right now.” Jeongguk quipped.

“This is going to work out quite nicely,” Jimin evaluated. “Hold that thought.”

Jimin walked over to the kink box and opened it. He searched through the sea of pink erotic toys and found the ball-gag, and the feathers. “Come look. Is there anything else that you want to try?” He said quietly, seductively. 

Jeongguk leaned down on his knees and ran his hands through the plethora of toys. “Maybe this?” He pulled free a long roll of pink velvet rope. 

The fuzzy pink handcuffs were sitting on the desk. Jimin grabbed them and then placed all of Jeongguk’s chosen toys on the bed. 

They stared at them, each of them quietly sorting through their own thoughts. 

“I don’t know how any of this works.”

“We can figure it out by doing whatever feels good.”

“And if something doesn’t feel good, we stop?”

“Yes. That has to be the most important rule. I guess that’s what safe words are for? To keep us both safe and comfortable?” Jimin questioned.

“Delores.” Jeongguk suggested.

“As a safe word?”  

“No better way to break the mood and bring us back to reality than thinking about that old witch with the unibrow.”

“True. That will definitely kill the mood and get our attention. Delores it is,” Jimin agreed. He played with the rope in his hands. It was not conventional rope. It was made of ultra soft velvet that had been woven together. It felt incredible to the touch. “Do you know how to tie a rope?”

“On a person? Not really. I would imagine it has to be done carefully in order to be safe. I love the thought of seeing you wrapped and covered in knotted up rope. Safely and loosely of course.”

“We can figure out the rope play. Let’s keep that on the menu,” Jimin teased. His eyes scanned the line of toys again. 

Next, he picked up an apparatus that resembled a large feather duster. Thick and heavy, it was definitely constructed with feathers from a big powerful bird. The dyed feathers were a beautiful mauve pink.

“Yes?” Jeongguk smiled with excited eyes..

Jimin nodded. 

Awkwardness slowly crept back into the room as they tried to figure out how to transition. Crossing the line and taking the next step was easy to do when they were feeling like outlaw renegades, but not-so-easy after giving themselves permission to go at it. They were inexplicably frozen with shyness. 

Jeongguk mercifully broke the tension, “And you?” He asked. “What do you like?”

Jimin’s desires were more blunt and to the point, “To start, I want to see you undressed. All of you, right now, with no restrictions.”

It was a bold ask. Jeongguk’s tilted eyebrow was a sign of being caught off guard. After giving it a few seconds of thought, he decided to play the game. He stood to his feet, “May I undress for you? May I show you my - body?” He was all in, thanks to the whiskey.

Jimin gulped and blinked his eyes with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings, “Yes. Yes, you may. Please.” The thought of Jeongguk undressing in front of him warmed his blood.

The younger immediately pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants. He paused briefly  before dropping them to the ground, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Boldly, he stood there in the buff, allowing Jimin to survey his body. “Do you approve?”

Jimin cleared his throat. He really needed more whiskey. “I need to examine you a little closer before I can approve.”

“Examine me?” Jeongguk liked where this was going, “Ok then, may I place my dick in your hand, so you can…approve it?”

“Of course.” 

Jeongguk’s body was much more beautiful than Jimin could have ever imagined. He was clean-shaven with the exception of short hairs above his shaft and the trail of hair from his belly button. Both of Jimin’s hands were shaking as he reached out to touch him. He tried to calm his anxious nerves, fearing that he would appear inexperienced or frightened. Maintaining a controlled even response was important, even though he was freaking out on the inside.

The younger’s cock was warm and firm. It was at least seven inches, quite a surprise from Jimin’s point of view. He never knew the meek first grade teacher was packing such a punch underneath his jeans. He rubbed the shaft back and forth with his small hands and then dared to kiss the tip intermittently while he massaged him.

 Jeongguk watched every second of it. His eyes bore into Jimin as he surveyed his skillful handling of his cock. His long rigid monster slowly engorged as Jimin worked it. He wanted him to take it, suck it, lick it, swallow it. But permission for that had not been asked for, nor granted.

The night was already off to a roaring start, but Jimin had to remember that the tease was the object of the game. So, rather than risk pushing Jeongguk to orgasm too soon, he released him.

“Do you approve?” Jeongguk stepped back. He placed his hand over his cock and rubbed it to keep it hard so that Jimin could see it in its fullest glory.

“I-I definitely approve.”

“How else may I serve you?” Jeongguk was careful with his wordplay, seeking to edge himself into Dominance through overwhelming consent. Roles were slowly coming into clarity as they continued their coy exchange. “Let’s continue on our journey. You also don’t like body fluids, right?” Jeongguk queried as if seeking the answers to an exam.

“I think I could make an exception if they’re your body fluids,” Jimin stared directly into Jeongguk’s eyes.

Jeongguk laughed, “Noted. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of fluids to share once we get started.”

“I have to be able to trust you,” Jimin added.

“And I have to be able to trust you.”

“I want to kiss during the act…always kiss, kissing at all times, all of the kisses.”

Jeongguk found Jimin’s request endearing. Kissing was so intimate and loving. It seemed to contradict everything they knew about bdsm play. “...may I hold you in my lap?”

“Yes. You may.” Jimin climbed into Jeongguk’s naked lap as he sat on the bed. Carefully, he avoided sitting on top of the raging cock that bumped against Jeongguk’s stomach.

“And now, may I have your lips, Jimin?” Jeongguk controlled the pace and intensity of the act.

“Yes. You may.”

“May I kiss you back?” Jeongguk asked.

“No. Permission to kiss me back - is denied.” Jimin was stoic as he leaned in with his lips.

Jeongguk sat silently with Jimin on his lap. His mind heavily anticipated the soft touch as he waited for Jimin to execute the kiss. He tensed in astonishment when he felt Jimin’s mouth against his. The scrape of his cheek and the intimate heat of his breath sent an electric shock through him. He held his lips still, unable to move freely since he had not been granted permission to do so. 

The feel of Jimin’s soft pink lips were just as erotic as Jeongguk had imagined. He looked at him through half closed eyes, examining his perfect porcelain features as they glowed in the muted light. He could feel the tip of Jimin’s tongue against his lips, edging the smooth curve, leaving behind traces of sweet tasting moisture. The warmth of his mouth was mysteriously pleasant, leaving Jeongguk aching to catch each savory kiss and feed it back to him. But he didn’t because trust could only be gained through consent and he did not have consent to kiss him back. 

Jimin could sense Jeongguk’s growing tension; the way his lips quivered with restraint to avoid returning his kiss. Trust between two people in the midst of kink play was extremely important. And if Jeongguk could be trusted to restrain himself in an act as small as kissing, then much larger temptations could be safely placed in his hands. The trust was building.

Jimin was done with teasing him. He abruptly pulled away from the kiss long enough to deliver his message, “Permission granted to kiss me back,” he moaned into his lips. 

Jeongguk instinctively wrapped his arms around Jimin. He used his teeth to gently grab onto Jimin’s lip and pull him closer. He wanted to be inside of him, in his ass and in his mouth at the same time. But for the moment, he focused on his mouth. With the tenderness of a serpent he slipped his tongue between Jimin’s lips, reaching for the back of his throat. He massaged him with long waves of his tongue. Until Jimin’s tongue battled him back. With tongues rolling one over the other, dripping long strands of spit onto their chins. A deeply satisfying exchange emerged, confirming just how much they longed for each other. 

Jimin felt his control waning. “I need the handcuffs - put them on me, please.” Jimin’s eyebrows wilted as if he were going to cry. 

Jeongguk could see the eagerness in his eyes. “Handcuffed?” He innocently tilted his head like a child as he waited for consent.

“Yes.”

“Stand in front of me please. Put your hands behind your back.”

Jimin crawled out of Jeongguk’s lap. His hands were trembling once again as he stood in position. He placed his hands behind his back, holding as still as possible.

Jeongguk retrieved the cuffs. Still nude, he returned to the bed and rested his hands in his own lap. The pink fuzzy cuffs dangled between his fingers. Jimin still stood there with his hands resting in the small of his back, as he glanced towards the mirror which reflected their every move. Even through the distant reflection he could see Jeongguk’s crotch. He took careful notice of his erection which seemed to be growing larger by the second. 

“May I cuff you?” The request finally came.

“Yes, yes fuck yes. You may,” Jimin turned away from Jeongguk and faced the wall, with his hands still behind his back.

And with the click of the bracelets, everything changed, transitioning Jeongguk into a sexual thaumaturge of the moment. There was a palpable shift in the atmosphere as Jimin became a willing sub in a game where the only rule was consent. The clock started.

The feel of the soft cuffs instantly entranced Jimin. He squirmed, not because he desired freedom but because his arousal was beginning to peak. The sensation was delicious. He wondered if the simple act of being cuffed could make him cum.

“What else do you want?” Jeongguk asked the elder.

“I have a rule.”

“Go ahead, tell me.”

“I never want to be hurt and I never want to hurt you. Pleasure dominance, not pain,” Jimin explained. He turned around to face Jeongguk again, so they could make eye contact. It was important to him that they agree.  

“Agreed. I could never cause you pain. But I could watch you be pleasured for the rest of my life.” Jeongguk said lovingly. “But where, exactly, is that line between pain and pleasure for you?”

“Maybe that - over there.” With his arms bound behind his back, Jimin used his head to gesture towards the small pink crop that sat at the very top of the pile of toys. “Not too much, just enough.”

Jeongguk wasn’t sure about the crop. It seemed like a pain inducer. Everything he had ever read about painful kink play seemed to involve crops. Until that moment, neither of them had ever called it out as an acceptable toy. “This seems contradictory to your rule against pain. You sure about this? What if you don’t like it?”

Jimin lowered his head and confessed, “I’ve hit myself with it a few times. The leather is very light. The sting is brief but potent,” an impish smile spilled across his lips. His eyes hooded as he watched Jeongguk twirl the crop between his fingers.

“You do love to explore, don’t you? May I…strike you?”

“You may.”

Jeongguk was immediately drawn to the two perfectly round butt cheeks beneath Jimin’s sweats. The strikes needed to land right on that spot. Without adjusting Jimin’s pants, he unleashed two quick strikes against the fabric.  

Even though Jimin could barely feel the sting, his dick popped up. He looked to the left  and watched in the mirror as his co-worker walked behind him naked with the crop in his hands. 

“Would you like it again?” Jeongguk asked.

“Spank me. Please.”

 His instincts told him that Jimin needed just a little bit more. He pinched the elastic waistband of Jimin’s sweats and scooted them down just a few inches. It was just enough to expose Jimin’s lower back, where his ass began to curve. The perfect spot for another strike. Once again he unleashed four rapid strikes, each slightly more powerful than the last. 

“How does it feel? Too much,” Jeongguk asked tepidly.

“Like magic,” Jimin said shakily. He wanted another strike, but he didn’t want to linger in the moment for too long. 

“What else do you need?”

“To kneel, naked and vulnerable before you,” Jimin said with a sultry whisper. He was still wearing his pajama pants. 

Jeongguk had been so fearless with showing him his body that Jimin felt it was time to return the favor.

Jeongguk immediately followed up with, “May I undress you?”

“Yes. You may.”

Jeongguk grabbed the waistband of Jimin’s sweats and clamped it between his teeth. With a snap of his head, he yanked the pants down, allowing them to fall to Jimin’s ankles. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Jeongguk’s mouth dropped open as he stared for the first time at Jimin’s fully naked body. 

 Jimin’s cock was heavy and thick, stretching well below his groin, touching his upper leg. His thighs had a unique shape to them. Every single muscle and tendon beneath his skin flexed, stretched and curved like a sculpture. His skin was flawless from head to toe as if he were from a skincare magazine. Jeongguk searched his mind, trying to determine if he had ever seen a body as exquisite and finely detailed as Jimin’s. He hadn’t. He was a one of a kind ethereal beauty and Jeongguk wanted nothing more but to please him, watch him tense and writhe under the ecstasy of his touch.  

There wasn’t much more that either of them could take. Jeongguk went in for the kill, “May I place the gag?”

“Fucking yes. Please,” Jimin’s eyes fluttered. The gag was his absolute favorite. He was beyond thrilled to know that it did it for Jeongguk too. 

The ball gag was attached to a pink silk scarf. Jeongguk placed the gag in Jimin’s mouth and then tied the soft scarf around his head. Jimin released a filthy muffled moan of pleasure even though he wasn’t being touched. He was ready to explode. His chest rose and fell in heavy even breaths as he waited for what was next. With a couple of loose lassos, Jeongguk wrapped the velvet rope around Jimin’s chest and hips. He knotted the rope in the back but it sagged heavily due to his refusal to pull it taut. 

Jeongguk then led him to the vanity where the mirror hung, “Look what we’ve done. Look at yourself.” Jimin stared at himself. He looked as if he were horrifically bound and gagged and in the throws of inhuman torture. When in reality, he had never felt more soothed, comforted, secure and safe in his entire life. The texture of soft fabrics against his body felt euphoric. He glanced at Jeongguk as he stood over his shoulder admiring him, “You are stunningly breathtaking. The first moment I saw you all those years ago, I knew you were God’s chosen one. So beautiful, so strong, powerful, yet so delicate. I’m so honored to be able to...to fuck you.” He smirked, “May I have you now?”

Unable to speak, Jimin simply nodded. That’s when Jeongguk suddenly disappeared, leaving Jimin there all alone to admire his beautiful juxtaposition in the mirror. Jimin was pleased. The ropes made him look very pretty. He didn’t know where Jeongguk had gone, but he appreciated the time alone to admire himself. 

Soon enough Jeongguk returned. Jimin’s eyes sparkled as he watched Jeongguk’s nude body maneuver behind him. Jimin felt a gentle push from behind that folded him over the dresser. His shoulder’s tightened in the position as the cuffs continued to drag his wrists. He lay there, head down and turned to the side, chest pressed against the cold wood of the vanity. 

Jeongguk continued to move behind him, his actions hidden by Jimin’s own reflection in the mirror. Jimin’s pleasured moans echoed through the room. Jeongguk delivered endless kisses along the back of his neck and along his spine. Each one placed with the tenderness of a man in love or at least in deep lust. Within an instant, he felt Jeongguk’s fingers rubbing along his back, moving further and further down until they lightly bounced over his ass. 

“May I, prepare you?” He asked as his hand approached Jimin’s opening.

Jimin nodded with the gag still embedded in his mouth, disfiguring his lips and stretching the delicate skin along his cheeks. The breath rushed from his body the moment he felt Jeongguk splay him open. The younger one’s fingers battled against his virgin-like resistance, unrelenting in their intrusion. A driving pulse drummed in Jimin’s ears as he pushed back against him. The pain was palatable, but his ever growing desire to orgasm, was not. Jeongguk worked his fingers in and out, lathering him in fruit scented oils.

Jimin could feel his erection straining against the sagging ropes that Jeongguk had around him. With each move he made, the handcuffs countered, pulling at his shoulders and keeping him contained. 

The moment moved fast. Even though Jimin knew what was happening and had given consent, he still found himself ill-prepared for the reality of the pleasure. He pushed his hips outward, desperate to be mounted. His head popped up briefly just to watch his lover’s face in the mirror. By the time he laid it back down, there were three oil slicked fingers inside of him, digging into his flesh. His moans came one after the other, muffled, distorted, and loud. 

He felt Jeongguk hunch over him, hugging him from behind with his entire weight pressed against his back. There were wild movements with his hands as he positioned his body and his cock for the attack. Jimin instantly felt the heat of his massive cock edging him, circling his entrance.

With a rush Jeongguk growled, “May I enter you…now?”

Jimin whimpered; too aroused to even offer a moan. The fingers inside of him were sending him into a trance. His legs shook from the intensity of the pleasure. He lifted his head and stared into the mirror, searching for the reflection of Jeongguk’s eyes. “Yes,” he nodded voraciously, while pushing his ass out further for Jeongguk to feed it. He didn’t know what to expect or how hard he was going to be fucked. He could only pray that the young wild one didn’t draw blood.

It was too soon to enter him. Jeongguk knew that. Jimin’s body wasn’t ready because he hadn’t been conditioned enough. But neither of them had the patience to wait any longer. Watching Jimin writhe against his restraints while wrapped in beautiful velvet rope was porn worthy. Jeongguk couldn’t wait a single moment longer to take him. He fisted his cock and crowded Jimin’s entrance with his tip. 

His body shook with passion. The months of loneliness all melted away with the first intimate taste of Jimin’s delicate body.  Feverishly, he buried his lips into Jimin’s shoulder, kissing every morsel of skin he could reach while the slow rotation of his hips began. Jimin was so incredibly tight, but he continued to push until he felt the tip of his cock pop through. He was inside. After several uncomfortable seconds, he finally bottomed out by sliding all seven inches of his cock into Jimin’s guts. For a brief moment he froze, frightened to move for fear of cumming too soon. It felt so good, so warm. It had been years since he’d been allowed to top. Half-conscious, he pulled out and then positioned himself to surge forward once again - but first he needed permission. 

“My entire dick is inside of you. You took me so well. May I pleasure you now?” he asked. He hovered over Jimin’s back, still bending him over the dresser. The elder’s wrists were still cuffed behind his back, causing his outstretched hands to rest against Jeongguk’s stomach.

Jimin nodded with consent. 

They had promised to never cause each other pain and Jeongguk wanted to keep his word. He listened for any sound of discomfort, or any sign of the safety word as his hips slowly rotated forward and he began to fuck him. Their bodies clapped against each other as the oil dripped down their thighs. 

Jimin was barely conscious. Layer upon layer of pleasure flowed through him, around him, within him. From the soft grip of the handcuffs, to the surly pull of the rope, to the air-inhibiting bulge of the gag, he was rapturous. The solid, unyielding cock inside of him filled his every need, leaving his knees shaking and his body trembling. Jeongguk’s strokes were just as thoughtful and caring as the man himself. Jimin could feel himself slipping. No matter how he tried to hold it in, he was ready to explode.

He pressed his face into the wooden desk as he bucked against each of Jeongguk’s strokes. His cock, pressed tightly against his thigh by the velvet rope, began to pulse. Jimin screamed from behind the gag. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. The erubescent rope marks covering his body seemed to quiver with his breaths as his cock erupted and white silky streams of cum poured from his top. Jimin lay convulsing  with his head and chest pressed into the dresser; unable to even touch himself to extend his pleasure. He felt as if he were going to fall to the ground - knees weak and unstable. Once again he found Jeongguk’s eyes in the mirror as they bore down upon him. 

Jeongguk met his eyes with the glint of tenderness. He could see that Jimin was spent. The ropes, the handcuffs, the hard orgasm; it was all pulling from Jimin’s strength. He was surprised to see his beautiful lover climax so quickly. The highly coveted conquest was reduced to a wet, quivering, moaning mess. His long blonde hair lay tasseled over the wood, roots revealing the darkest brown. Sweat beaded along his sideburns and trickled down to the surface of the dresser leaving small impressions of his perfect jawline. Jeongguk felt incredibly fortunate to have him - even if it was for only 24 hours. 

“May I take over?” Jeongguk asked somewhat heroically.

Jimin nodded, barely, but he nodded. His entire upper body and all of his weight rested on the dresser because his legs were too weak to hold him up.

With a loud squelching sound, Jeongguk withdrew his cock. He scooped Jimin up into his arms and carried him to the bed. Pressing his lips over the ball-gag, he forced a kiss that didn’t make sense. But that was how dedicated he was to pleasing him. Lots of kisses, all the time with the kisses. Even with his mouth gagged, he kissed him.

To give Jimin a break, he laid him on the bed and then positioned him on his side. Jeongguk’s preference was to fuck him doggy style, but with Jimin’s wrists still cuffed behind his back, the position wouldn’t work. As he moved Jimin across the bed, the ropes slipped away from his body and gathered around his lower thighs. It didn’t matter, Jeongguk was too sexually intoxicated to even notice. 

“May I, may I have permission…,” he could barely speak, he wanted him so badly. 

“Yes,” Jimin mumbled from beneath the gag. He listed forward, leaning mostly on his stomach to present his ass once again.

Jeongguk’s large fingers slid up and down his shaft, spreading the oily lubricant back and forth over the skin. He slid in behind Jimin, cock in his hand as he lined his tip against Jimin’s entrance. With just the slightest pressure followed by a quick thrust of his hips, he was inside of him again. He threw his bulky leg over Jimin’s waist to hold him in place as he plowed into him. His thrusts were nuanced, deep and effective. He pushed through Jimin’s body gracefully, but with purpose. 

Jimin moaned again from the sheer artfulness of how Jeongguk fucked. He sucked in air through his nose as the younger quickened his strokes. He felt as if he were running a marathon, even though all he did was catch a very aggressive cock.

Seven strokes in, and Jeongguk was once again growling like a wolf. He released a hard grunt before ripping a string of profanities.’

“HOLYSHIT THIS IS FUCKING UNREAL!” He screamed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin, holding him in place while his cock slid in and out of him sloppily, clapping against his plump ass cheeks. 

“May I cum? May I cum inside…?” He waited too long to ask because he was cumming whether Jimin approved or not. But even through his orgasmic malaise, he was prepared to pull out if that was what Jimin wanted. 

Without warning, Jimin shook his head NO. He gave a resounding no, even from beneath his gag. 

“WHAT? FUCK! FUCK!” Jeongguk screamed as he pulled his dick free. 

He was not pleased about having to pull out and cum on his own, but getting relief was all that mattered. To keep from losing his orgasm, he rolled to his back and stroked himself so fast and so violently that he shook the bed, slamming the headboard against the wall. Mere nano-seconds passed before Jimin crawled on top of him and positioned himself over Jeongguk’s cock again. His intentions suddenly became clear; he wanted to ride Jeongguk into orgasm and that was his favorite position. He squirmed a bit with the gag still in his mouth, hoping that Jeongguk would get the hint and lay his cock inside of him again.

Jeongguk hissed with delight. He absolutely understood the assignment. He grabbed his tip and worked it over Jimin’s entrance again and bucked his hips upwards until he was back in. His words arrived with a soft grunt, “May I cum inside of you?”

“YES!” Jimin mumbled with an affirmative nod. 

With his rope clad body, he bounced in short spurts over Jeongguk’s cock. He wasn’t able to take him as deep while riding him, but he moved fast, pulling the raw skin of Jeongguk’s cock in and out of his body. The handcuffs didn’t impede his agility. If there was anything he could do well, it was ride a dick. He peered down through the dim light into Jeongguk’s contorted face. 

Jimin’s thoughts swirled as he watched him orgasm. The younger was so fucking sexy with his mouth open, eyes closed, distressed dimples and heaving chest. Hands still cuffed in the small of his back, he bounced and bounced over Jeongguk’s twitching meat until mid-stroke, he felt a shot of warmth fill his hole followed by the gradual leaking of fluid that trickled down his leg. He angled slightly forward to kiss his gagged mouth against Jeongguk’s lips as the younger emptied his cock into his body.

Jeongguk was speechless. His moans gradually transitioned into nothing but heaping gulps of air as his legs quivered. He wanted to open his eyes one last time to watch Jimin’s lassoed body bounce over him, but he couldn’t. The way Jimin fucked him left him crippled, unable to speak, move or even breathe. All he could do was lie there until his body regulated.

Regrettably, they had both agreed that there would be no cuddling or basking in the afterglow after their kinky little fuck. To maintain the line between fuck buddies and friends, they were very careful to tamper down the emotions of it all. Catching feelings in the midst of what was supposed to be all about sex, was a key to disaster.

Jimin was so spent afterwards that he immediately fell asleep. Jeongguk took a brief nap as well but awakened a couple of hours later. Jimin was still wearing the pink fluffy handcuffs. Jeongguk stumbled around in the dark to find the key and then quietly removed them. The gag was still in place as well. Gently, without waking him, he removed that too. The ropes had fallen and posed no harm, so he left them bundled around Jimin’s ankles. And with one final gesture, he pulled the blankets over Jimin’s naked body and then lent one small loving kiss to Jimin’s wrists before heading back to his room. 

***

Jimin arose to find Jeongguk sitting by the fireplace reading a book. There was an empty bowl of cereal in front of him and a piece of toast. Jimin laughed. Quite possibly, the fiasco with the pancakes and the mixer had soured him on cooking any more fancy breakfasts. 

Fresh from the shower, Jimin allowed his shirt to billow open revealing his bare chest. His sweatpants that he typically slept in every night were dirty and covered in cum, a casualty of their raucous evening of kink play. So a pair of loose soccer shorts became his go-to loungewear. As he walked through the kitchen, he found a bowl of oatmeal, coffee, fruit and a glass of juice sitting on the table. 

Without looking up, Jeongguk spoke to him, “I heard you moving around. Figured you were awake, so I made you breakfast.”

“Thank you,” Jimin feathered his own dark hair as he looked down at the table.

The place setting for one was beautifully ornate in yellow and white hues. His bright yellow napkin had been folded into the shape of a swan and it sat next to a white porcelain bowl with yellow trim. Just to the right of his coffee, there was a large jar filled with freshly picked daisies. Written in honey on the surface of his oatmeal was a message that said, 'Good Morning'. The final thing that Jimin noticed was a small, carefully folded note that sat on an empty plate. It read, ‘Thank you for last night’. The entire set up was too sweet for words. He snapped a picture of the tablescape before sitting down.

Oddly, other than the kind gesture of breakfast, there was no immediate mention of the life-changing evening they’d had the night prior.. 

“Honey, butter, and raisins. Not too sweet. Not too hot. Did I get it right?” Jeongguk rattled off the recipe for how Jimin liked his oatmeal. “I remember you talking about it over lunch last week.”

“And you committed it to memory? That’s so incredibly…thoughtful. And yes, that’s right. You got it exactly right.” He took a spoonful, “This is fucking fantastic. You really know your way around the kitchen. Everything you cook is delicious,” Jimin took a sip of coffee. The morning was starting off well, even though Jeongguk felt a little distant. 

They sat in silence for another half hour while Jeongguk continued to read and Jimin finished his breakfast. Without realizing it, he read Jeongguk’s note over and over. At the last read he noticed that the ‘o’ in Thank You was actually a little heart. Something about it made him feel warm and appreciated. Even though it had been a fabulous night for both of them, Jeongguk still showed appreciation. Jimin glanced over at him as he sat by the fireplace. It was at that moment that he knew his fellow first grade teacher was very special. Keeping their relationship purely sexual with no emotional attachment was going to be difficult. Finding their friendship again after all of this was over was going to be challenging too but he felt certain it could be done.  

Jimin wanted to talk about their incredible evening, boast about him and thank him too. He wanted to confess that he was the best lover that he’d ever had. He wanted to hold his hand, maybe kiss, maybe fuck once again. But instead, he followed Jeongguk’s context cues and proceeded as if nothing had happened. 

To pass the time, he stared down at his phone to check his text messages and emails. Then he examined his empty oatmeal bowl. After several lonely self-reflective minutes, he unexpectedly felt a gentle hand rest on the small of his back. Jeongguk pulled up the chair next to him and sat close. 

“Good Morning.” He opened Jimin’s shirt slightly, “May I examine you?” He asked.

“Examine me?” It took Jimin a few seconds to figure out what Jeongguk needed to examine. “Oh the marks,” he said as he followed Jeongguk’s eyes that were fixed on his chest. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. I bruise easily, even when there’s no pain. Even my pillow case can leave a mark if I’m not careful,” Jimin teased. 

“Is that a no?” Jeongguk rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin in his hand. There was a curious smile on his face, soft, delicate, sweet.

“It’s not necessary. But feel free to take a look. I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s nothing.” 

“I ran to the store this morning while you were still sleeping. I have some ointment that we can use to dress it. Is there anything that hurts?” Jeongguk asked with deep concern.

“I told you…nothing. The ropes were…,” he decided quickly not to say anything about the previous night. He wanted Jeongguk to bring it up first, “...I told you, I’m ok. You fixed me this lovely breakfast, flavored my coffee just right, squeezed my juice fresh and now you’re tending to my insignificant blotches. Sounds alot like Dom style aftercare of his baby sub,” Jimin teased. 

Jeongguk immediately released a laugh. The tension was broken. “I never officially claimed Dom status. I just want to make sure you know that I…care. Not just about your body, but about you. Forgive me for doting.”

“I had the most incredible time…honestly the best time of my entire life. No one has ever…,” he stopped again. He didn’t want to seem dick whipped. Even though he was absolutely dick whipped.

“It’s ok, I feel the same. I have something to say and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way or think that I’m weird,” Jeongguk grimaced.

“Yea, so by prefacing it that way, I’m going to think you’re weird and probably take it the wrong way,” Jimin shrugged. 

They shared another laugh.

“Ok, well fuck it. I’ll just say it. I wanted to care for you last night, you know, make sure you were ok. But by the time we finished, you were knocked out. I literally fucked you to sleep,” Jeongguk bragged. “I didn’t want to wake you, so I left - per our agreement.”

“Yes. Per our agreement,” Jimin nodded.

“As soon as I got back to my bed, thoughts started to roam through my head.”

“What kind of thoughts,” Jimin asked cautiously. “No regrets I hope.”

“No, not at all. Almost the complete opposite of regret, more like relief. Contentment. Satisfaction. Dare I say…happiness?” Jeongguk looked at Jimin’s bowl, “Want more oatmeal? I cooked it homemade, there’s more on the stove.”

“I would love more,” Jimin smiled and briefly rested his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder as a show of appreciation.

Jeongguk took Jimin’s bowl to fill it with more oatmeal, “Ok so here is the part that may sound a little weird. As I was laying in bed last night, I kept thinking about Yu-jon and our moderate life. I know, I know, it’s a terrible thing to think about after being with you. But let me explain. Me and him were together for almost two years. Probably would have made it to the two year mark if you hadn’t come along and shown me the light. Sex was always the glue that bound us. But being with you last night made me realize that our sex was never as good as it could have been because I was oppressed. Everything had to be by his rules, to his desire, to his satisfaction. Never had I ever been as free with him as I was with you last night. I feel like my entire life has changed. And nooooo, I’m not catching feelings,” Jeongguk turned his back to Jimin when he said the last part. He knew that his eyes would deceive him if Jimin could see them. “I’m just saying…thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for showing me a different path. Thank you for your open mindedness and acceptance of who I am. Thank you for bringing out the me in me. Fuck, I sound like a literal first grader. Sorry, my words don’t come out right sometimes. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.” Jeongguk placed a fresh bowl of oatmeal in front of Jimin.

“Oh I know exactly what you’re trying to say. I’m a better fuck than Yu-jon,” Jimin said matter-of-factly. “Kidding…but not really.” 

Jeongguk slapped him gently on the shoulder, “Be serious.”

“Ok, I’ll be serious. Since you opened the door to this conversation, I have something to say to you too. You have the most perfect stroke. The movement of your hips is magical and you know how to hit me in just the right spot. You took me to places I’ve never been physically or mentally. And it was only one fucking night. I envy Yu-jon having you as his tender, caring lover for two years. No wonder he was so triggered at the thought of you making love to me. He knew what I found out last night, we are a perfect sexual match. A perfect Yin and Yang, the sensual sixty-nine.” Jimin’s tone was deep; his voice raspy from the early morning fog.

“You sure your bruises don’t hurt?” Jeongguk ran the padding of his fingertips across the faint pink bruises on Jimin’s chest.

“I don’t feel a thing. They aren’t even bruises. They’ll be gone by noon today.” 

“I love seeing marks on you, that part is very sick and twisted and I probably need to seek therapy for it. But I don’t like the idea of causing you any pain or discomfort,” Jeongguk said softly. 

“We can lose the rope and the crop if you…,”

“No. If that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll give you. But playfully, never with the intent of pain or leaving marks.”

“That’s fair.”

“And, how’s your back door?” Jeongguk took a sip of Jimin’s juice.

Jimin spit out his coffee and burst into laughter. “Oh now we’re getting into the juicy details. Well if you must know, my ass is gaped open like I fucked a baseball bat. But there’s no pain. Just a little emptiness. My body misses you already.”

“After one night?”

“After one incredible night.”

“May I kiss you?” 

“Yes. You may.”

Taking Jimin’s head in his hands, he sifted his fingers through his hair and scattered kisses across his mouth.

Jimin’s long soft eyelashes fluttered, finally collapsing shut as the warmth of Jeongguk’s velvety tongue greeted him. He slid his hands around him, over his broad muscular shoulders and then down his back. Parting his lips, he welcomed more and more of the younger’s tongue. They kissed and kissed until they instinctively separated. Frozen just inches apart, their eyes met. They weren’t just coworkers anymore.

***

Jeongguk was secured to the headboard. Not with the fluffy handcuffs that he loved to use on Jimin, but with the long strands of a pink feather boa. In accordance, he also had another pink boa tied around his neck. Thick individual feathers were strewn all over his nude body. The surface of the bed was also covered in feathers, creating a soft pallet beneath him that stimulated his skin. He loved being covered in soft things.

 Jeongguk’s arms were tied above his head, exposing his ribs, underarms, torso and pelvis. It was a vulnerable position and he was completely under Jimin’s control. The velvet rope that had been the star of the previous evening, coiled around his ankles, securing him to the foot posts. His binds were inescapable, which was exactly as he wanted it. 

He stared at Jimin, eyes inexplicably drawn to the thick cock that dangled over his nuts. The elder was so dainty and delicate with a perfect balance of masculinity and braun. He was, in Jeongguk’s opinion, the perfect man.

Jimin stood over him wearing a pink silk robe that they discovered in the bottom of the kink box. It was too short and barely covered his crotch. The robe was definitely meant for a woman. But Jimin’s sleek muscular body slid into the fabric, gently stressing the seams around the chest and shoulders. His dick bounced against his balls as he sauntered around the room with the robe falling open. He paced back and forth between the kink box, pulling out all of the toys that matched his theme.

Jeongguk’s eyes watered as Jimin approached him once again. Before even being touched, he released a bevy of snorts and giggles in anticipation of the sensation. For some, what Jimin was doing to him could be considered a form of torture; even if it was a very pleasureable one. 

Jimin slapped the hard handle of the feather duster in his hand several times. He couldn’t contain his smile either. Something about making Jeongguk laugh, made him laugh. He asked for permission, “May I tickle you again?”

Through laughter, Jeongguk gave his consent, “Yes. You may.”

Jimin walked to the bedside and began moving the heavy feather duster in small circles around Jeongguk’s abdomen. The younger squirmed and burst into laughter. He was not able to get away because Jimin had him bound very sternly to the headboard. He couldn’t kick either, because of the velvet ropes around his ankles. The only thing he could do was - take it while laughing hysterically in the process. Jimin continued to twirl the feather duster in larger and larger circles until he was tickling him up and down his body. 

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Jeongguk screamed through laughter, “Stop. STOP!”

Jimin pulled the feather duster away immediately. He tried to hold it together, but he couldn’t stop laughing, “Who would have ever thought that tickling would be your kink,” Jimin teased him.

“More. Give me more.”

“May I tickle you again, Mr. Jeon?” Jimin asked.

“Please. More. Please.”

Jimin climbed on top of Jeongguk’s naked body and proceeded to tickle him again with the feather duster. He swirled it around Jeongguk’s chest and sides. The younger flashed all of his teeth as he tilted his head back with laughter. But this time, his body gave a different response. In the midst of his giggles, Jimin could feel the younger’s cock stiffen beneath him. The tickling was arousing him and the more Jimin tickled him, the harder his dick became.

“Fuck you really like this don’t you?” Jimin said as he felt Jeongguk growing rapidly beneath him. “May I blindfold you?”

“Oh that sounds absolutely filthy. Yes. Please, you have my overwhelming consent to blindfold the fuck out of me,” Jeongguk said joyfully, like a man who had been tickled into ecstasy.

The blindfold was chiffon, purposely designed to bind without leaving marks or damaging the skin. Still sitting on Jeongguk’s waist, Jimin leaned forward and slid it over his eyes. 

Jeongguk ogled Jimin as he drew closer. He greedily absorbed as much of his face and his body in the tight pink robe as possible before everything went dark.

Jimin secured the blindfold around his eyes. The chiffon fabric was yet another sensation layered on top of being bound and covered with feathers. 

Jeongguk’s senses elevated immediately. The first thing he heard was the gang of crickets and frogs talking in the forest outside of their window. With a flare of his nostrils he breathed in the scent of lavender on Jimin’s skin. Goosebumps rippled along his arms and nipples. Never had he been so aroused. He anticipated Jimin’s movements as the elder glided over his body.

“My God I can’t take my eyes off you. You look so helpless and trapped,” Jimin said with a low gruff voice.

Jeongguk wasn’t sure what Jimin was doing but he could feel his weight shifting and moving over his torso. The soft slip of the robe trailed behind his body, rolling over Jeongguk’s skin. 

“You look hungry. It’s time for lunch. May I feed you?” Jimin’s words melted into moans as he stroked his own cock.

Jeongguk knew for certain that Jimin wasn’t talking about feeding him food. With his heightened senses, he could feel Jimin’s knees digging into the mattress on either side of his head. The fresh scent of lavender was immediate, telling Jeongguk that the other was straddling his head.

“Please feed me,” Jeongguk begged. 

“Open your mouth, please?”

Jeongguk opened his mouth wide. He extended his tongue with an invitation for Jimin to place the tip of his cock on the savory pink edge of his mouth. Jimin dropped the tip, allowing its full weight to fall over Jeongguk’s tongue. He playfully tapped it against his tongue, forcing him to acknowledge its girth.

“May I fuck your mouth, Jeonggukie,” Jimin asked.

“Careful. Careful…sucking dicks is my superpower. Yes. You have my permission”

“Then be my hero,” Jimin moaned as he continued to rub his tip all over Jeongguk’s mouth as if he were applying lipstick.

Jimin rose to his knees to stabilize himself. He placed his hand on his cock and slowly inserted it into Jeongguk’s waiting mouth. With a slow circling of his hips, he began his stroke. He placed his open palm behind the younger’s head, tangling his fingers through his long silky hair. Faster and faster his hips moved as he felt Jeongguk’s tight jaws collapse around his shaft. 

Droplets of precum fell onto Jeongguk’s teeth, allowing him to savor the slightly salted fluid of his beautiful lover. He pursed his lips, clamping them tight around Jimin’s erection. Without being able to see his progress, he carefully inched more and more of Jimin’s cock into his mouth until it was partially down his throat. He gurgled as Jimin insinuated himself into him. He was so wide. Jeongguk opened his mouth as far as it could go and he still could barely fit him. 

Pools of saliva coated Jimin’s cock as he rocked it back and forth. He grabbed the back of Jeongguk’s hair even tighter, squeezing and pulling at the root. Staring down, he watched his cock disappear as he pushed it all the way down Jeongguk’s throat. The younger one took all of Jimin’s cock with only a slight gag. He swallowed over it several times until it was fully inserted. He was a skilled deep throater. Definitely a super power.

“Fuck. You’re a demon,” Jimin swore as he felt his legs begin to tremble. He moved his hips ever faster as he watched the literal life be sucked from him. His mushroom tip bulged in Jeongguk’s neck. Jimin immediately caressed it. 

Jeongguk could feel his partner’s trembles. He knew Jimin was ready to cum. Once again he stretched his mouth to accommodate every inch of Jimin’s meat. He bobbed his head back and forth, allowing spit to drip from his chin while preparing to catch his load of cum. 

“Suck it. You suck it so good. Eat your lunch baby,” Jimin spewed filth as he thrusted his hips in and out of Jeongguk’s mouth. “May I cum in your mouth. May I?”

Jeongguk nodded his approval with a mouth full of wet dick. He moaned sultry moans just to push Jimin even further.

Jimin released immediately thereafter. His pleasure condensed into a body seizing spasm. He jerked against him with several loud moans as wild shudders ripped through him and his inner thighs contracted. 

So much cum squirted in Jeongguk’s mouth that he had to swallow to keep from drowning. With his hands tied and feet bound, he couldn’t grab him or hold on to him. He longed to see Jimin’s face, study his orgasmic expression. Playing the role of Jimin’s little pleasure bunny was deeply satisfying. 

Jeongguk felt him pull away, removing his slimy cock that was covered in a combination of spit and cum. All at once, Jimin was at his lips kissing him, sucking his tongue, tasting the traces of his own cum that lingered in Jeongguk’s mouth.

“That really is your superpower,” he whispered into Jeongguk’s lips. “You drive me crazy. I’ll never get over you. I’ll never forget these moments together.”

Blindly, Jeongguk jetted his lips forward, searching for more kisses. But Jimin was gone. Within a few seconds he was back. The fresh smell of vanilla lube layered over his existing lavender scent. Jeongguk felt him crawling up his legs again, with the silk robe still trailing behind him. The warmth of his crotch settled over his stomach as he sat on top of him, ready to do terribly naughty deeds.

Despite having a powerful orgasm, Jimin was still softly erect. Jeongguk could feel his cock leaking on his abs. “It’s your turn now. Your dick is so eager for me.” Jimin twirled the feather duster over Jeongguk’s shaft before kissing it. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. May I…push you inside of me?”

“Yes.” 

Jimin positioned himself. He leaned forward and engaged in another kiss as he fisted Jeongguk’s cock and worked it through his hole.

“Oh God…,” Jeongguk shivered.

With the feather duster still in his hand, he tickled Jeongguk’s nipples as he began to bounce on top of him. 

“Oh GOd, Oh GOd, OH GOD!” Instinctively Jeongguk tugged at his feathery boa restraints and tried to grab Jimin’s waist to keep him from bouncing too fast. “Jiminie, baby, slow, slow I’m going to burst….ahh fuck!”

Jimin bounced faster with an evil taunt of, “May I make you cum? May I ride you until you cum inside of me? Do I have your permission to fuck you until you scream for mercy?” He tickled Jeongguk’s chest and neck with the feather duster.

“YES! YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSS!”  Jeongguk screamed his consent while squirting a geyser into Jimin’s ass. His body tensed as more and more of his milky fluid rushed through his tip. 

Jimin leaned forward and kissed his open gaped mouth despite the younger being trapped in the throws of orgasm and completely unable to kiss him back. He lost himself in the kiss, idly toying with Jeongguk’s hair while drifting his fingers throughout the lustrous strands. He continued to work his ass over Jeongguk’s cock, allowing the feather duster to hang loosely from his hands.

It was only after the orgasm subsided that Jeongguk was able to kiss him back. He kissed him passionately, lifting his head from the pillow to chase his lips. The feather boa pulled him back. They moaned into each other’s mouths, while Jeongguk’s cock still lay firmly implanted in Jimin’s ass. Once again, Jeongguk’s fluids dripped from Jimin’s opening. He was so entranced in the kiss, he didn’t care about the mess they had made. Kisses, always, all the time was Jimin’s motto. He loved kissing Jeongguk’s lips, and his cheeks, and his eyebrows, and his forehead and his neck and his nipples and his shoulders and…

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Chapter 1 - Odor of Mendacity - 3/1/25

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Chapter 4 - The Tenacity - 3/2/25

Chapter 5 - The Intensity - 3/7/25

Chapter 6 - The Sensitivity - 3/8/25

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