New Worlds of Sexual Perversions
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New Worlds of Sexual Perversions
Word count: 1877
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Han Kyung would have never considered himself naive or innocent, until he started sleeping with Yeh Sung that is. After a month or two, Han Kyung started to realize there was an entire universe of sexual deviance that he could have never imagined. It had started with small things, the most unimportant details that Han Kyung had overlooked. But now...now it had escalated to this.
The Chinese man found himself deprived of sight, a dark silk blindfold wrapped over his eyes almost painfully tight. his arms were bound above his head, wrists crossed over each other. In opposition to his arms his legs were tied far apart, leaving his nude body spread and exposed. Han Kyung supposed he looked like a wanton whore with his body so apparently shamelessly offered. Against his stomach his member was hard and throbbing. The position left him vulnerable to his lover in a completely new way and shockingly to him he loved this new feeling.
"Who knew you were such a cock slut at heart," Yeh Sung's deep voice purred through the manufactured darkness seeming to spark some sort of non-visual light as the silence of the room was interrupted. In his mind's eye Han Kyung could see the feral look of lust on Yeh Sung's face as his dark eyes roved hungrily over his bound lover splayed out just for him.
When a touch came next, Han Kyung couldn't help but flinch away from it. Yeh Sung's hand had rested gently on Han Kyung's thigh, but it had shocked the man. "Yeh..." he started breathlessly, curling his fingernails into the palms of his hands slightly. His skin felt on fire from the simple touch, a tremor moving through is body and he found himself arching in offering, showing his own desire wordlessly. Never had a simple touch caused such a needing feeling within Han Kyung. It was as if having his sight and freedom taken from him that it was multiplying his other senses by the thousands. He was sure Yeh Sung's mouth was no where near his ear but he could clearly hear the man's soft and steady breathing.
The hand that had surprised Han Kyung earlier now slowly crept up his thigh, caressing the inside of it. Han Kyung moaned softly, spreading his legs even more to the best of his bound ability. "Yeh Sung...don't tease me," he pleaded, wanting to feel the other man simply take him already; he was sure to have other plans though.
Yeh Sung chuckled in amusement, squeezing Han Kyung's lean muscular thigh before skipping over his member to caress along his hips. A second hand joined the first with teasing touches over Han Kyung's smooth stomach. "So eager for me," Yeh Sung chuckled again, watching his lover writhe. His hand swept up from Han Kyung's abdomen, brushing over his nipples teasingly, toying with a dusky hardening nub. When he was satisfied with that, one hand shifted to the opposite, teasing it to hardness as well before pinching it harshly.
"Ah!" Han Kyung cried out, arching as the sharp mix of pain and pleasure surged down to his already aching length. His eyes were squeezed shut behind the blindfold as he struggled for some semblance of control over his extra sensitive body. Tremors now swept down along his body near constantly as Yeh Sung's nimble fingers continued to tug and pinch at his nipples. "Yeh," he moaned his lover's name needily, arching his back desperate for a fuller touch.
The hands left Han Kyung's body after several more long seconds. A soft whimper slipped from the Chinses man's lips, arching his body again in an attempt to connect with his lover. He couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused and desperate or helpless to do anything about it for that matter. "I need you, please, fuck me, Yeh Sung," Han Kyung begged, face flushing in slight shame at how slutty he must sound begging so easily.
A smirk crossed Yeh Sung's lips, watching how desperate Han Kyung was for him. Within the confines of his pants his own member was throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury itself deep inside of Han Kyung's tight ass. he had had plans for the bound man on his bed but now he himself was feeling impatient and there would be plenty of other opportunities to tie his lover up and introduce him to many more new experiences, but for now, Yeh Sung wanted to quench his thirst for Han Kyung's tight ass.
Han Kyung breathed heavily almost starting to worry Yeh Sung had left him. he couldn't see and during those moments all he heard was torturous silence. An eternity seemed to pass before the sound of a zipper shattered the suffocating quiet, alerting Han Kyung that his boyfriend was indeed still there; by common sense he knew Yeh Sung would have never left him bound like this but an irrational fear was called irrational for a reason. He arched his body, curving his spine as much as he could, hoping to look as inviting as possible. "Take me, Yeh Sung, please," he begged.
"Oh, I'll take you my little slut," Yeh Sung promised, moving in between Han Kyung's spread thighs. He had left his pants on but his length was pulled out, standing hard and proud now that it had been release from it's constraints. The fact that he had left his lcothes on gave him an added sense of control and dominance over Han Kyung and he thrived off of those feelings. Without really thinking Yeh Sung lubed his shaft, groaning lowly as he stroked himself, hips thrusting forward, the tip of his length hitting against Han Kyung's crevice and sometimes his entrance each time. He nearly lost himself in the sensation of his own touch, but the impatient moans from Han Kyung drew him back. "Do I need to finger you little slut?" he asked him in a low husky voice.
"No, just fuck me, Yeh Sung! God, please," Han Kyung pleaded loudly arching his hips again, baring himself more to the other. He might be able to see but now he could feel Yeh Sung's body heat and he slick tip of his member from their proximity. they had had rough sex before and Han Kyung was prepared to take the etra pain of being fucked without his passage being properly lubed and stretched, though if he was honest the thought was certainly turning him on.
Yeh sung grinned to himself, his hand shifting down to grope Han Kyung's ass firmly. "You're such an eager whore," he growled through Han Kyung's wanton desperation obviously was having a substantial affect on the singer's arousal. He pulled Han Kyung's hips up, making it easier to position the tip of his engorged flesh at his lover's waiting entrance. he didn't hesitate a moment longer before swiftly pressing his hips forward and taking Han Kyung in one rough thrust.
No mater how many times Han Kyung had felt the tearing, burning pain of his passage being violated there was still no way to prepare yourself for the initial shock and pain. However, Han Kyung did manage to keep himself from simply screaming when Yeh Sung entered him, biting his lip harshly and forcing his muscles to relax around the hard flesh. "God," he groaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists, crying out loudly when Yeh Sung began to move. The burning didn't lessen as the length inside him thrusted in and out but along with it came the delicious pleasure mingling with the pain and intensifying the overall sensation.
"I don't fucking know how you manage to stay so tight, Han," Yeh Sung groaned, his hands gripping into the other's ass as he pulled him into each harsh thrust. Han Kyung's muscles were relaxed around him, but still the passage gripped him tightly, drawing his pleasure out and forcing him closer to climax each inch he thrusted in and out. "Good god," he grunted, sweat causing his shirt to stick to his back uncomfortably while his hair matted down with it. His hands slowly reached to untie the blindfold from around his lover's eyes, tossing it aside.
Han Kyung squinted, even in the muted light of his and Yeh Sung's bedroom, though it took mere seconds for his eyes to adjust again. He licked his lips, his breath coming in pants as he murmured a soft, "Thank you." He took in the sight of his lover greedily, arching into Yeh Sung's steadily thrusting hips. "More please," he moaned, pleadingly. His length was throbbing and leaking precum against his lower abdomen.
Even in the depth of his own need and desire, Yeh Sung couldn't help but chuckle at the open desperation in his lover. He wondered briefly if anyone would have guessed what a needy slut Han Kyung was in bed, not that Yeh Sung minded obliging him at all. "Such a slut, but you're my fucking slut," Yeh Sung growled lowly, thrusting his hips up sharply into Han Kyung, hitting the place he knew would make his lover scream and lose control.
A tidal wave of pleasure rushed over Han Kyung when the rough thrust brought Yeh Sung's tip over his sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah!" Han Kyung nearly screamed, arms straining above him as his body arched to a near painful angle. Again and again after that his prostate was stimulated by his boyfriend's thrusting member, reducing him to a writhing, moaning pile of sexual longing. A small pool of his semen had formed on his stomach and he was oh so close. "Please, Yeh, touch me," he begged, voice cracked and coming out between harsh pants. His hips arched up in conjuction with his begging plea.
Yeh Sung gave into Han Kyung's begging his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reached and wrapped his hand around Han Kyung's leaking shaft. He pressed his lips harshly to his lover's though to them both the kiss was filled with love and a deep-rooted affection. Yeh Sung stroked his lover's length quickly, feeling the tell-tale signs of release in the tightening muscles around him. Soon warm liquid was covering his hand, beneath him Han Kyung had stiffened, a pleasured scream sounding in Yeh Sung's ears. Around his engorged length he felt Han Kyung's muscles tighten even more, relaxing and then constricting again in a milking fashion.
"Fuck," Yeh Sung groaned, gripping Han Kyung's hips as the other's orgasm drew out his own. He released deep in his lover's passage, falling down on top of him. "Han..." he murmured eyes closed as he reached up and expertly untied his lover's hands, too lazy to move to release his ankles just yet. "You're amazing."
Han Kyung smiled satedly and reached up to touch Yeh Sung's cheek adoringly. "I love you," he said, still breathing heavily.
"Me too," Yeh Sung grinned tiredly, turning his head and kissing Han Kyung's palm. "You're alright?" he asked slowly shifting to pull out of the other and finish untying him. His body felt heavy with post-coital bliss and he was thankful when he laid beside the other again after he was done.
Together they embraced each other an unspoken agreement to simply take care of the clean up later. All either of them wanted now was to sleep in the other's arms.
THE END
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Han Kyung would have never considered himself naive or innocent, until he started sleeping with Yeh Sung that is. After a month or two, Han Kyung started to realize there was an entire universe of sexual deviance that he could have never imagined. It had started with small things, the most unimportant details that Han Kyung had overlooked. But now...now it had escalated to this.
The Chinese man found himself deprived of sight, a dark silk blindfold wrapped over his eyes almost painfully tight. his arms were bound above his head, wrists crossed over each other. In opposition to his arms his legs were tied far apart, leaving his nude body spread and exposed. Han Kyung supposed he looked like a wanton whore with his body so apparently shamelessly offered. Against his stomach his member was hard and throbbing. The position left him vulnerable to his lover in a completely new way and shockingly to him he loved this new feeling.
"Who knew you were such a cock slut at heart," Yeh Sung's deep voice purred through the manufactured darkness seeming to spark some sort of non-visual light as the silence of the room was interrupted. In his mind's eye Han Kyung could see the feral look of lust on Yeh Sung's face as his dark eyes roved hungrily over his bound lover splayed out just for him.
When a touch came next, Han Kyung couldn't help but flinch away from it. Yeh Sung's hand had rested gently on Han Kyung's thigh, but it had shocked the man. "Yeh..." he started breathlessly, curling his fingernails into the palms of his hands slightly. His skin felt on fire from the simple touch, a tremor moving through is body and he found himself arching in offering, showing his own desire wordlessly. Never had a simple touch caused such a needing feeling within Han Kyung. It was as if having his sight and freedom taken from him that it was multiplying his other senses by the thousands. He was sure Yeh Sung's mouth was no where near his ear but he could clearly hear the man's soft and steady breathing.
The hand that had surprised Han Kyung earlier now slowly crept up his thigh, caressing the inside of it. Han Kyung moaned softly, spreading his legs even more to the best of his bound ability. "Yeh Sung...don't tease me," he pleaded, wanting to feel the other man simply take him already; he was sure to have other plans though.
Yeh Sung chuckled in amusement, squeezing Han Kyung's lean muscular thigh before skipping over his member to caress along his hips. A second hand joined the first with teasing touches over Han Kyung's smooth stomach. "So eager for me," Yeh Sung chuckled again, watching his lover writhe. His hand swept up from Han Kyung's abdomen, brushing over his nipples teasingly, toying with a dusky hardening nub. When he was satisfied with that, one hand shifted to the opposite, teasing it to hardness as well before pinching it harshly.
"Ah!" Han Kyung cried out, arching as the sharp mix of pain and pleasure surged down to his already aching length. His eyes were squeezed shut behind the blindfold as he struggled for some semblance of control over his extra sensitive body. Tremors now swept down along his body near constantly as Yeh Sung's nimble fingers continued to tug and pinch at his nipples. "Yeh," he moaned his lover's name needily, arching his back desperate for a fuller touch.
The hands left Han Kyung's body after several more long seconds. A soft whimper slipped from the Chinses man's lips, arching his body again in an attempt to connect with his lover. He couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused and desperate or helpless to do anything about it for that matter. "I need you, please, fuck me, Yeh Sung," Han Kyung begged, face flushing in slight shame at how slutty he must sound begging so easily.
A smirk crossed Yeh Sung's lips, watching how desperate Han Kyung was for him. Within the confines of his pants his own member was throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury itself deep inside of Han Kyung's tight ass. he had had plans for the bound man on his bed but now he himself was feeling impatient and there would be plenty of other opportunities to tie his lover up and introduce him to many more new experiences, but for now, Yeh Sung wanted to quench his thirst for Han Kyung's tight ass.
Han Kyung breathed heavily almost starting to worry Yeh Sung had left him. he couldn't see and during those moments all he heard was torturous silence. An eternity seemed to pass before the sound of a zipper shattered the suffocating quiet, alerting Han Kyung that his boyfriend was indeed still there; by common sense he knew Yeh Sung would have never left him bound like this but an irrational fear was called irrational for a reason. He arched his body, curving his spine as much as he could, hoping to look as inviting as possible. "Take me, Yeh Sung, please," he begged.
"Oh, I'll take you my little slut," Yeh Sung promised, moving in between Han Kyung's spread thighs. He had left his pants on but his length was pulled out, standing hard and proud now that it had been release from it's constraints. The fact that he had left his lcothes on gave him an added sense of control and dominance over Han Kyung and he thrived off of those feelings. Without really thinking Yeh Sung lubed his shaft, groaning lowly as he stroked himself, hips thrusting forward, the tip of his length hitting against Han Kyung's crevice and sometimes his entrance each time. He nearly lost himself in the sensation of his own touch, but the impatient moans from Han Kyung drew him back. "Do I need to finger you little slut?" he asked him in a low husky voice.
"No, just fuck me, Yeh Sung! God, please," Han Kyung pleaded loudly arching his hips again, baring himself more to the other. He might be able to see but now he could feel Yeh Sung's body heat and he slick tip of his member from their proximity. they had had rough sex before and Han Kyung was prepared to take the etra pain of being fucked without his passage being properly lubed and stretched, though if he was honest the thought was certainly turning him on.
Yeh sung grinned to himself, his hand shifting down to grope Han Kyung's ass firmly. "You're such an eager whore," he growled through Han Kyung's wanton desperation obviously was having a substantial affect on the singer's arousal. He pulled Han Kyung's hips up, making it easier to position the tip of his engorged flesh at his lover's waiting entrance. he didn't hesitate a moment longer before swiftly pressing his hips forward and taking Han Kyung in one rough thrust.
No mater how many times Han Kyung had felt the tearing, burning pain of his passage being violated there was still no way to prepare yourself for the initial shock and pain. However, Han Kyung did manage to keep himself from simply screaming when Yeh Sung entered him, biting his lip harshly and forcing his muscles to relax around the hard flesh. "God," he groaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists, crying out loudly when Yeh Sung began to move. The burning didn't lessen as the length inside him thrusted in and out but along with it came the delicious pleasure mingling with the pain and intensifying the overall sensation.
"I don't fucking know how you manage to stay so tight, Han," Yeh Sung groaned, his hands gripping into the other's ass as he pulled him into each harsh thrust. Han Kyung's muscles were relaxed around him, but still the passage gripped him tightly, drawing his pleasure out and forcing him closer to climax each inch he thrusted in and out. "Good god," he grunted, sweat causing his shirt to stick to his back uncomfortably while his hair matted down with it. His hands slowly reached to untie the blindfold from around his lover's eyes, tossing it aside.
Han Kyung squinted, even in the muted light of his and Yeh Sung's bedroom, though it took mere seconds for his eyes to adjust again. He licked his lips, his breath coming in pants as he murmured a soft, "Thank you." He took in the sight of his lover greedily, arching into Yeh Sung's steadily thrusting hips. "More please," he moaned, pleadingly. His length was throbbing and leaking precum against his lower abdomen.
Even in the depth of his own need and desire, Yeh Sung couldn't help but chuckle at the open desperation in his lover. He wondered briefly if anyone would have guessed what a needy slut Han Kyung was in bed, not that Yeh Sung minded obliging him at all. "Such a slut, but you're my fucking slut," Yeh Sung growled lowly, thrusting his hips up sharply into Han Kyung, hitting the place he knew would make his lover scream and lose control.
A tidal wave of pleasure rushed over Han Kyung when the rough thrust brought Yeh Sung's tip over his sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah!" Han Kyung nearly screamed, arms straining above him as his body arched to a near painful angle. Again and again after that his prostate was stimulated by his boyfriend's thrusting member, reducing him to a writhing, moaning pile of sexual longing. A small pool of his semen had formed on his stomach and he was oh so close. "Please, Yeh, touch me," he begged, voice cracked and coming out between harsh pants. His hips arched up in conjuction with his begging plea.
Yeh Sung gave into Han Kyung's begging his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reached and wrapped his hand around Han Kyung's leaking shaft. He pressed his lips harshly to his lover's though to them both the kiss was filled with love and a deep-rooted affection. Yeh Sung stroked his lover's length quickly, feeling the tell-tale signs of release in the tightening muscles around him. Soon warm liquid was covering his hand, beneath him Han Kyung had stiffened, a pleasured scream sounding in Yeh Sung's ears. Around his engorged length he felt Han Kyung's muscles tighten even more, relaxing and then constricting again in a milking fashion.
"Fuck," Yeh Sung groaned, gripping Han Kyung's hips as the other's orgasm drew out his own. He released deep in his lover's passage, falling down on top of him. "Han..." he murmured eyes closed as he reached up and expertly untied his lover's hands, too lazy to move to release his ankles just yet. "You're amazing."
Han Kyung smiled satedly and reached up to touch Yeh Sung's cheek adoringly. "I love you," he said, still breathing heavily.
"Me too," Yeh Sung grinned tiredly, turning his head and kissing Han Kyung's palm. "You're alright?" he asked slowly shifting to pull out of the other and finish untying him. His body felt heavy with post-coital bliss and he was thankful when he laid beside the other again after he was done.
Together they embraced each other an unspoken agreement to simply take care of the clean up later. All either of them wanted now was to sleep in the other's arms.
THE END
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