Break the Cycle: REJECT STYLE [BAB+Soubi]

[BABingu]

South Korea, 2053. An alternate future in which women have come to dominate the planet, with the male gender perilously overwhelmed. As their numbers dwindle, they become rare valuables, and kept much like exotic animals. They also provide sexual entertainment to the women all across the planet, though, not all of them are quite so gifted in producing riveting pornographic media. There are two such males who are unlucky enough to fall into the "reject" category from their lab. They are given one last attempt to show they have what it takes to reach porn idol stardom.

BAB's Character

Jinki (Male #2222)

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Jinki went to sit down in a large antique inspired armchair, but found himself quickly standing back up again. Alarm had risen when he'd felt the arm of the chair being more intimate with his backside than he’d like it to be. His face colored lightly from the intrusion to uncharted territory, blushing lightly for his own clumsiness even though no one had been present to view it (well, there were the cameras, but Jinki didn't even pass a thought for those any more after living under nearly 24/7 surveillance).

When he went to sit down the second time, he turned his head to make sure his butt came into contact properly with the cushion. He sat back and tentatively arranged his arms lightly on the rests, before putting them onto his lap, only to move them back to the armrests once more. He then went to fold one leg over the other, only to halt mid movement. He dropped his foot heavily back to the floor and sagged deep into the chair, sighing heavily in the defeat by his nerves.

He was fidgeting restlessly, and he knew it. Jinki wasn't one to fidget normally, but normally he wasn't so hyped up with anxiety either. He was just so worried about making a good first impression. He was worried about it because he didn't think there would ever be any time in his life where first impressions mattered more. He just needed this first day to go right, just to not screw things up for once, was that really too much to ask for?

Probably.

Jinki sighed again and sank down further, until his head was lower than the arms that were now hanging limply at the elbows over the chair's arms. He wished that he could just take up residence in the seat cushion and not come out, though, judging by the cleanliness of this place, there probably wasn't a single crumb to live off of under the cushion. He knew things were going to go wrong, he was Jinki after all. Male 2222, the defunct master. The reject.

He slid his arms up and brought his hands to cover his face, unintentionally poking himself in the eye a bit with one of his fingers. How was he supposed to have any faith in himself to get things right when no one else did? Even the female who had allowed him to plead for one last effort hadn't seemed like it would do any good. Jinki suspected that she just had a soft spot for the pathetic ones like him. She probably felt a little bad that their creation hadn't turned out the way they'd planned.

Jinki had one major flaw that had probably been the cause of his other issues and tendencies which had brought him to this last leg of desperation: he didn't produce pheromones.

The geneticists had been confounded. Jinki came from marvelous stock, top quality porn idols had been his DNA donors. He was masculine and yet cute. He was supple and full in all the right places, just as he was defined and strong in all the correct areas as well. He was generously well endowed, perhaps overly so - even for a porn idol - for his height. He could last longer than any male of his birth year, and was just four minutes shy of the record which hadn't been broken in eight years. He also boasted a high IQ, and a voice velvety enough to lull even the most wild beast of a master into calm. What was more, he was naturally homosexual, unlike the majority of their males who were conditioned for it. Looking at the charts, Jinki was perfect, but seeing the real thing in person never did match up.

When Jinki had reached puberty and had not been releasing pheromones in overpowering waves, there had been quite a bit of alarm. It did happen, albeit very infrequently, that some of the males did not emit the lusty scent programmed into their genes at quite the intensity that was desired. They were typically cast aside quite early on, because they did not possess a sexual drive. Though Jinki, who could sustain a lasting erection and was quite willing to interact, and yet not produce the smallest whiff of seductive pheromones - it was unheard of. Baffled, the scientists had run tests on him for the better part of a year, but upon finding nothing technically "wrong" with the male, they could not bring themselves to throw away the outcome of so much hard work and such outstanding genetics.

So, they had kept 2222 in training, hoping that they could find a way around his flaw, teach him to work around it. They designated him to be a master, that way he would have a naturally more submissive male partnered to him, one who was conditioned to listen to orders rather than their own impulses. They found out quite quickly that their decision might not have been for the best, because Jinki became the laughing stock of his fellow idol trainees.

He had been a year older than all the others, held back from his training by the tests and in hopes that his pheromones would eventually go into production naturally. Once a year had passed though, they had fairly given up on the prospect that his system would correct itself, and sent him away from the much more solitary lifestyle and back to the trainee compound. He was eaten up, it was probably something like watching a group of wolves descend on their weakest member, the way they never let up and how Jinki never fought back.

It was partially the fault of his caretakers, who had guiltily admitted to doting on him. He had been an usual male, as they had quite enjoyed caring after the intelligent and sweet teen who always had sunny smiles for them. But getting rid of the responsible females didn't erase his gentle disposition, or how Jinki didn't know how to fight for his place. The pets certainly had a heirarchy of their own, but the masters were much more defined in the way they drew clear lines of who stood where. It was of no question that Jinki was at the bottom, which became a place of permanency once some training pets were brought in.

Jinki had been nervous and excited, for once he'd been looking forward to a training session. The idea of meeting new faces and feeling the bodies of the nearly elastic pets had him eager beyond anything he'd ever felt before. He was just barely able to contain his enthusiasm when the pets were finally brought in, making him too excited to care about how the room suddenly seemed nearly humid with the excessive pheromones radiating from his fellow trainees. Jinki thought he might cream himself in his spandex when they paired him with a particularly attractive male. It wasn't until they were engaging in the lesson did Jinki realize something was wrong.

The training pet wouldn't get hard. Jinki stroked and feathered and teased with his fingers in every method he knew how. Nothing. He went outside of the lesson and tried to pleasure the male orally. Still nothing. Jinki began to panic, and went so far as to ask the pet what he wanted. The pet replied, and the words would never leave Jinki.

"Its because you're not excited. You make me feel ashamed that I'm not enough to arouse you."

Jinki wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to shove his achingly hard cock into the pet's face, ask him how that wasn't excited. He wanted to throw the nearest object he could get his hands on. He wanted to hug the male and tell him soothing kind words. He wanted to have the same done to him. He wanted to disappear.

But he didn't, he didn't do any of those things. Instead, he just apologized. Softly, quietly, just a simple "I'm sorry". Even though he was supposed to be a master, even though he wasn't to be to blame, he couldn't selfishly make the other male feel inadequate for longer than he already had. He couldn't make the pet feel worse, not when he already know how much it hurt to not be good enough.

Jinki had been numb the rest of that day, the insults and jeers from the other young masters falling of almost deaf ears, almost deaf. For the first time, instead of mentally fighting away those cruel words, he agreed with them. Jinki wasn't one to be emotional, he wasn't one to show tears, but when he went back to his own bed that night, he cried. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his sobs as they threatened to draw the attention of the others sleeping near him. He cried all night, to the point where his tears wouldn't come any more. And they didn't. Jinki never cried again, what was the point when it didn't change anything?

No matter what the outcome of today, Jinki knew he wouldn’t cry here either. Well, maybe he’d allow himself to cry a little bit when they dumped him into a breeder colony. He’d allow himself that he supposed. For now though, he needed to try and collect his nerves so that he could take this chance for the opportunity that it was, to turn his life around. The other male, his, his. . .oh fuck, he really couldn’t bring himself to call the man his you-know-what yet - the other wouldn’t know what Jinki’s dysfunctionality was. Jinki himself knew nothing about the male coming to meet and supposedly bond with him. He didn’t know what the other looked like, he didn’t know if the other had been bonded already or not, he didn’t even know the other’s number.

This was a clean slate, for the both of them, and Jinki was willing to accept whatever he was given, because he hoped to high hell that he could find a way to get the other male to accept him. He would just. . .neglect mentioning a few important details about himself until after they had bonded (oh god oh god oh god, just thinking about it make his dick tingle). Jinki could allow himself a bit of confidence this go around, because the female who had advocated for him to be given this chance had slipped him a little something in well wishes: synthetic pheromones.

Jinki ran a hand over the quarter-sized liquid filled jelly, which he had rather deceptively taped to the back of his neck where his hair would cover it easily. All he need to do was squeeze the little jelly at the right time, and it would release the liquid which would supposedly evaporate and disperse into the air immediately - or so he’d been told. The only trick was not letting the other male know it wasn’t merely his own pheromones, though he theoretically should have the skills enough to distract. Theoretically. Actually applying his skills was always rather difficult for Jinki.

He was trying not to think about all the ways that this could go wrong when he heard the lock on the dorm’s door deactivate. Jinki’s body immediately flew out of the chair, promptly throwing him forward. In his alarm, he had put too much into his movement, and had to half jump, half slide over the top of the small coffee table in front of him. It was a rather graceful action until he somehow managed to twist his foot awkwardly so it caught on the table, thus landing him on the - luckily carpeted - floor face down. The door was just opening as he shot up in flash, hands dashing across his exterior to make sure nothing was horribly mangled, and that his black vest and shorts were still on properly. He was standing stock still, posture perfectly upright as though he were a militant at attention, and was just beginning to throw on a smile when the sight of the other male made it falter. Instead of a cheery welcoming expression, Jinki was rendered speechless and dumb, because he had just realized that he was going to lose his virginity with this man.

Jinki stood, and stared, and from time to time remembered to breathe. He otherwise forgot everything else, he even forgot how to blink, not that he wanted to, because his eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of the other male. Jinki knew that there were more beautiful men out there, but somehow, they all paled in comparison at that moment.

He faintly registered that the female who had ushered the male into the dorm (what was to be their “trial dorm”) was speaking to him, and managed to procure a nod. Apparently that was enough, because after that the dorm’s door shut and locked, and suddenly it was only the two of them. Jinki swallowed a lump in his throat that felt like his stomach.

For what seemed to be a much longer period of time than the short two minutes that it was, Jinki watched as the other male looked about the room. There was a tangible awkwardness, though being the awkward soul that he was, Jinki didn’t notice it until the other male gave him a pointed look before turning his eyes away again. Jinki swallowed another lump that was probably his heart.

“Uhm. . .” his voice sort of cracked, and it was beyond embarrassing. He lowered his face so that his bangs could cover his blush, and took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back up again. He brought up a smile as he raised his head, and tried to look the other in the eye, but found it too difficult and instead stared somewhere around his forehead.

“I’m glad you came.” He smiled, then realized what he’d said made no sense. “I mean, uh, it was just taking a while, and I was kind of worried.” He saw something flicker across the other’s features, something kind of like annoyance. “N-not that you’re late or anything. I was just early, though I guess that’s not really my doing either since I couldn’t bring myself here. Gotta be escorted and all that.”

In the back of his mind, Jinki knew he was being unusual, his training screamed at him for being so easygoing, because he wasn’t at all doing the first thing a master ought to: define his leadership. It was just so hard to do when the male’s gaze felt like it was trying to bore into his brain. So, instead of talking more, he just stopped, and put more energy into his smile. He knew he had a nice smile, it was sure to work.

He hoped it would work.



(Nisse, wanna help with the title for this rp? pls?)

 

[FindingSoubi]

“Pink? Really Kibum? I thought you agreed you would stop being defiantly passive-agressive. You know “pink” on your entire head is not an approved appearance upgrade for an. . .um. . . ah. . . ahem. . .pet.” Cho-nyo murmured in what she hoped was a conjoling voice. She had found gentle tones tended to work better with the infuriating male lounged across the patient sofa.

“And I don't think a bob cut on your moon round face is an “approved” appearance upgrade for you Doctor. But you don't see me complaining!” Kibum's yellow gold eyes glared impudently from the cushions he'd burrowed down in on the psychiatrists couch.

Dr. Oh Cho-nyo felt bad she really did. She had left Kibum in the hospital unattended for nearly two weeks while having been on vacation. But it had been necessary, not that the selfish spoilt lanky male on her sofa would understand that. Kibum didn't know loss, break-ups or my-girlfriend-will-leave-my-unpretty-lesbian-butt-if-I-don't-take-her-on-a-romantic-cruise-soon situations. She'd tried to offer what protection to him she could, burying his file under piles of paperwork—password locking his digital analysis. How was she to know that the hospital would bring in a sub? A right bitch too, Cho-nyo had meetings with the government disciplinary board for the next month to clean up all the red flags that heifer had raised on her and the staff about how the psyche hospital was conducting business. It was all a mess. The doctor rubbed her temple, that was a problem for later, right now she had to deal with Kibum—or at the very least prepare him as best she could for tomorrow.

“Kibum I already told you I was very sorry for what happened in my absence. . . You must understand I do have a life outside these hospital walls to attend to. I really think perhaps you should look at this new development as a chance to try something new.”

“New? SOMETHING NEW!” Kibum jumped lightly to his feet gracefully enough that even the doctor who was immune to the charms of men had to repress the urge to gasp out in delight. “I don't want this! I told you already, I've told anyone who will listen! I don't want to be with any of these smelly apes!”

“Kibum. . .”The doctor began in chiding tones.

“What?! No! Don't you dare! Don't you dare try and tell me again that “it's all in my head!” Kibum mimicked the doctor's high feminine tone, hands upon hips. “It's not in my fucking head! I know it and you know it doctor! You may not be able to smell it as I do but you know it's the truth you know what the other women don't about me!”

The doctor was damned grateful the hospital was one of the few places where the government did not record incessantly with their high definition digital systems. Since all male hospitals were run by the Femdom League, and most staffed with staunch weapon carrying lesbians guards and doctors and nuns devoted to the “one true goddess”, the government felt them safe from over zealous fans.

And safe from male escapes. . .

“Kibum! You will calm yourself this instant! You're changing again! It didn't matter before, but where you are going it matters!” The doctor glared at Kibum until he flopped back down on the couch again in one last over dramatic display of temper. She sighed glancing at the male's pointed twitching ears, his eyes, usually a nice normal black, were now nearly completely golden yellow the black swallowed down to thin angry slits. When his ears had first changed and the then sixteen year old had come running to her office in a panic, Cho-nyo had learned the black she had always thought was just the color of his eyes—had in fact been Kibum's widened pupils. Thinking himself a freak after his adoptive lab had dumped him at the first hospital over suspicion that he would grow to be a “defective”, given the unnatural eye color that had begun to bleed into his irises—Kibum had taking to practicing the painful headache inducing pupil widening in an effort to get a clean bill of health and return to his former porn idol lab. By the time he had arrived in Cho-nyo's care, the teen had perfected the trick—preferring to be thought crazy (given the headaches would make him just so over time), than a bodily defective freak.

It was only Cho-nyo's careful and continued therapy that had finally gotten the teen to reveal his secrets. Which were many, since aside from his yellow gold cat eyes and pointed ears—were the sharp incisors that were nearly fang like. Plus, his deepest secret (and in Cho-nyo's opinion the REAL reason he had been dumped in a string of psyche hospitals), an extraordinary sense of smell. Not that most porn idols didn't happen to have a genetic tweak here or there (that were covertly undisclosed, just like porn idol cosmetic surgeries), it was even acceptable in most labs to make sense of smell the most widely common “extra”. But Cho-nyo had never seen it work in quite the way it did for Kibum, most smell enhancements made porn idols more susceptible to the slight pheromone enhancement drugs porn idols were given so they could achieve long lasting subscriber seducing scenes. In essences, good senses of smell made for more horny idol fuck machines.

Not Kibum. . .

After the shock of his transformation had worn off for her and Cho-nyo had gotten Kibum's solemn promise to never let any of the other staff know of his unusual cat like features, the teen had become something of an interesting (and highly entertaining) test subject. The doctor reintroduced him to other males, in hopes that with training only the features would be the problem—but to no avail. Kibum already exotic looking and delicately fae like, was instantly seductive and attractive to the other males on the floor, frightfully so. He had not been in the day room half an hour before two other young males around his age had gotten into a fist fight over who would sit next to him for TV time. Kibum to Cho-nyo's dismay proved a mischievous minx, leaving a trail of broken hearts and fights in his wake—because while the other males seemed to find his scent irresistible, he found theirs appalling. He told the doctor in no uncertain terms that they all smelled like horny apes to him. He had even scratched, and bitten a few of the bolder males who would not apparently take his nos for an acceptable answer—summarizing to the doctor during his sessions that not only did other males stink to him when they were aroused, they also tasted terrible.

Kibum had decided right then and there he must be into females.

Several nuns had then been appalled (screamingly so) on finding the hospital mascot (as Kibum had unofficially become), perched obscenely naked in most cases, in what Dr. Cho-nyo knew the poor boy likely thought was his most sexy and charming poses. Kibum thought it was a win-win given that no matter what he did the nuns never smelled bad! They didn't smell goodto him either, but then at least it wasn't ape. Nuns smelled like nothing, all women smelled like nothing. It had taken Cho-nyo and the Mother Superior both to explain to the teen the nuns wanted no part of his aegyo. Kibum, who up until that point really didn't understand EXACTLY what it was porn idols did, or frankly even what sex was found out to his horror that not only were the nuns “not into him” (or anybody other than the goddess apparently), but that he would never be allowed female sexual contact.

With any woman. . .

Ever.

It had taken three years of Cho-nyo working privately with the spiting, hissing, tantrum throwing young male before he turned nineteen and they reached a semi-comfortable truce. Kibum allowed himself to be resigned to the fact he would live out his days with free reign of the hospital (so long as he left the nuns alone), so long as he at least tried not to let his peculiarities become public knowledge. Dr. Cho-nyo even found a way to make his forced widening of his pupils comfortable with migraine medicines and sunglasses. Now it seemed all her careful work, study and yes even cossetting of the young man to a degree—had resulted in the new orders that would probably be his undoing.

“I don't like men! Tell them doctor! Tell them I'm broken,” Kibum begged and tried his best bargaining face. Why not? It always worked on the nuns and got him extra TV time hours.

“I will do no such thing Kibum. You're not a child anymore, those excuses won't work at best and at worse they'll make the government put you somewhere a lot worse than a mental institution.” Dr. Cho-nyo didn't know if breeder colonies were as bad as the rumors but she rather err on the side of the cautious than have Kibum end up in one—especially if any of the doctors found out about his “unique” traits. That discovery could very well be a death sentence. No, she had to get Kibum to accept this new placement and do his best to survive.

“Look. I've brought you these. . . “ The doctor tried not to blush as she shoved the digital porn idol “best of” dics, laptop and male-on-male sex books into the so-to-be pets arms. “As you know this is not a sex idol training facility, frankly most of the other males unlike yourself will never make it back into society. . .”

“Lucky Bastards. . .” Kibum mumbled, and then slouched down further with his full arms at the doctors glare for silence.

“As I was saying, there hasn't really been a way to train you. So there is a lot you don't know about sex and porn idols. . . .”

“They have butt sex, with cocks stuffed up the anus—and fuck for money. The government watches them all the time, the subscribers pay a fee for a 24 hour male on male sex feed and most guys think it's the height of living since they do everything for you and females are watching around the clock.” Kibum recited and then grinned wickedly at Dr. Cho-nyo's shocked expression. “Oh come on doc! I'm 20 years old not 16 anymore with you and mother superior showing me nature films with humping animals in them. I know where I came from and what I am expected to be. I know what porn idols do, and how they do it. I just don't want to do it. I don't want to have sex with another dude.”

Kibum laid the stuff on the sofa and continued in a softer tone, “I know it all and I know that it's not what I want. I want to choose my own life. Not spend it under another smelly man, while he ruts into my ass and screws the stuffing out of me for the jollies of some hard up female view counts.”

“Oh Kibum, it's not. . . “

“Don't you dare say it's not that bad doctor. You'll just be lying to yourself. I'm smart, you even said so yourself. You said I was a good helper to you—even the nuns say that I'm bright, a great assistant. If I am so great, bright, smart and all those other pleasant adjectives, then why can't I go to school? Huh? Why can't I be a doctor as you are? What makes me so different other than what's between my legs? Hell I would even enjoy such a solitary life—more so than any woman. I can't even physically stomach the scent of another human being and most women are logging on to watch and be closer to other human beings pretending to like doing each other. What is the justice in that? Tomorrow, I'll have to pray my stomach will stay in place and I don't go feline, while I get fucked for those same unappreciative womenfolk’s amusement! So please, spare my intelligence and don't tell me it's “not that bad”, because you and I both know it's so much worse.”

Dr. Cho-nyo was at a lost as to how to help. Kibum, shaking his head sadly at her silence, resumed the more humanistic disguise that she knew was likely painful beyond belief for him and headed to the door. Cho-nyo hurried to him, frantically scribbling on a scrap of prescription paper.

“Hide it. When they come for you tomorrow, find a way to take my number with you. If it takes the rest of my career—I'll find a way to help you.”

She wasn't even sure the boy would listen, but he didn't toss the paper away. Cho-nyo watched him the whole way down the hall until he was well out of sight. Kibum never looked back, and for some strange reason she felt like he was already gone.

* * *​

They came at night.

Kibum was dumped from his bed like trash, before being dragged from his room. It took every single ounce of self-control he had learned at the hospital to not rip the uniformed guards throats out with his fangs that ached as they dropped down from his gums. He kept his head lowered since his eyes were burning with what he knew was the yellow of his anger as he was bustled out in shackles to the van covered in official looking government titles. They shoved him in, and Kibum had only a moment to regret the anger that had sent him to bed early without saying good-bye to Dr. Cho-nyo, Mother Superior, and the nuns.

He kept his fists tight while he tried to mull over where to hide the doctor's cellpage number. He got his chance when thirty minutes into the drive his “escorts” dozed off. Kibum frantically memorized the number in the barely lit dawn light streaming into the van. But the time he had eaten the paper, and his sleeping guard roused themselves a few hours later, the youth was worn out from stress, lack of sleep, and the annoyance of keeping his pupils dilated with out his shades. So he wasn't really up to the battle he had intended to give over his removal, and instead was grateful when they dragged him from the van and turned him over to the soft voiced and even softer handed women in place that look almost like the hospital, and only home he had ever really known.

It was sanitized and white, but that's where the similarities to his hospital ended. This place, this “spa” as all the women kept referring to it as when he asked was a fucking honeysuckle scented torture dungeon. Kibum swore and kicked, as they scrubbed him with rough salt, then sugar. Then there was the soap that burned his eyes and smelled like a florist shop explosion, followed by mud strongly scented of dead fish. There was a brief discussion of redyeing his hair, but the hair woman claimed the fans were “very into pink this season”, so she instead added a rinse that made the nuns little for fun baby pink dye job turn a deep rosier hue—then his whole head was clipped into weird spikes that the stylist smacked his hand about trying to pat down.

After the head styling, Kibum learned that apparently only his head hair was considered fashionable. The rest of the hair on his body was apparently considered “garish.” He very nearly went feline over of the solution. This “waxing”, their words for strapping him down while they poured hot goo on his male bits, legs and arms and then yanked all the hair out. Kibum had to keep his eyes squeezed tight and he bit his tongue to keep from hissing and yowling in pain.

They left him then, naked and feeling like he had lost a part of himself on a table. He'd thought it was over then (cause really at that point what more could they do to humiliate him?). Only then a “spa” woman returned with the guards, and he sensed then that something much worse than the “waxing” was about to take place. One of the guards reached for him and he scrambled away, leaping to his feet, but the lack of sleep had taken it's toll as it was meant to, and he was easily brought down and then all three women pinned him kicking and fighting like it was the last time he'd ever fight.

“FUCK! Did he just bite me.”

“Stop scratching! I thought you guys cut his nails! Ouch! Bastard!”

The cold on Kibum neck felt like a knife. After all this and now the jailers wanted to cut him? He snarled then, not caring if he went feline—they were already turning him lose and jumping back. Kibum felt at his neck the unfamiliar metal, cold, strange and constricting. It wasn't tight, but heavy and a glance into the mirrors across the room was enough tell him it was gaudy and jeweled to boot. It looked like the expensive silly trinkets indulgent women put on animals in the programs Kibum would sneak and watch with the nuns sometimes called “sitcoms”. If he hadn't been so angered and tired he would have laugh at the irony of putting a collar on a man who was more comfortable in cat like features. But there was nothing humorous in the situation, and Kibum could only stare at the prison sentence around his neck. These insane women really intended him to be a “pet” for some sex monkey?

* * *​

After the collar was in place, things went down hill rather like an avalanche for Kibum. He was jabbed repeatedly with needles. They left stinging impact areas, and he felt weird within moments—like himself but then not himself. It was like being in a movie and yet still seeing everything going on and unable to stop any of it. He suspected the shots were heavily laced with something. The guards claimed they were vitamins when he asked, but Kibum had enough vitamins in the hospital to know vitamins didn't make you weightless, or give your the urge to want sorta desperately touch your own penis or rub yourself on the nearest warm body. Vitamins gave you energy, not sucked it from you. Kibum after a while could only hazily follow the guard and the “spa” females conversations.

“Hmm. . . he's a few centimeters taller than that master. Perhaps another dose?”

“Nah he's not use to the stuff look at him he's already looking like he'll give the beta testers a real show. . .”

“Yea but this IS Jinki we're talking about. . .I still think it's a joke.”

“True. Maybe one more cc of Flunitrazepam. At least if Jinki is his usual Jinkish self, the poor kid won't remember it the next morning.”

The guards laughed and Kibum didn't know why, but their mirth didn't sound promising and they jabbed him again, and he felt like warm soup was in his stomach, and it wasn't too bad a feeling. He even giggled (despite trying not to) as the “spa” lady took up a final motorized needle and a painful burning started in his right shoulder just above his bicep.

“Ouch!” The giggles wouldn't stop. “What are you doing to my arm?”

“Tattooing you. You don't have a lab, but you still have to carry a marque. Changing your number for all to see is as good as any. You were Male #0000, now you're Male #0022. Like your master.”

“And you gotta carvvvv—” Careful Kibum, no slurring. He tried again. “You gotta drill it into my arm? I can remember ta. . .ta. . . two numbers.”

The spa lady didn't answer and Kibum was left with the random musing that the this was the first time in his life that he was a “nothing” and then just as quickly another person's possession.

* * *​

“I’m glad you came. . . I mean, uh, it was just taking a while, and I was kind of worried.”

Kibum was tempted to tell him “Sorry, I was busy getting drugged, stripped and tortured for your benefit. My bad.” But the words wouldn't come. Since the “vitamins” he'd had more than a few moments like that, where words that his old self, his FREE self, would not have hesitated to say—that now would glide by unspoken as he couldn't seem to hold them in his head. So he just stood there naked, and angered by a draft nipping at his bare ass. Kibum needn't have worried though, his “master” seemed incapable of shutting the fuck up anyway. He merely stared as the other male continued to talk, like a little hidden bubbling brook—and just as meaningless to Kibum. The guard left them alone and locked them in, and it seemed then the “master” suddenly became aware of his diarrhea of the mouth and fell silent. Kibum nearly praised the nuns holy goddess when he did, only then another problem reared it's ugly head.

He smiled.

There was really no words Kibum could use for that smile. Charming and winsome seemed somehow inadequate, pretty was close, beautiful was closer. Either way the “master” smiled at him and Kibum felt this strange flutter in his belly, like a bird had gotten trapped there or he'd swallowed butterflies and they had been startled. He tried to pull his eyes away but the smile kept drawing him in. Kibum felt his feet moving and no amount of mental coaxing had any effect on halting them. Step by step, it was like a execution march for him mentally, cause he knew that smile only covered the ape smell that would come all too soon.

He was practically on top of the other male before he realized he was breathing so fast he was damn near panting. But the panting while embarrassing was not nearly as shocking as what his flaring nostrils registered. Kibum literally leaned in and inhaled deeply because he couldn't believe it.

He smelled good.

No correction.

He smelled fucking amazing!

The realization widened already wide to the limit black pupils causing Kibum to wince lightly. But the bigger changes happened rapid fire to his body. The butterfly feeling spread to his legs and the tips of his fingers making them feel sensitive and strange. Every pound of his heart took on a rhythm like a stampede of horses. “HE SMELLS GOOD” played over and over in his hazy mind compelling him to get closer to touch, to be near this amazing creature that god help him. . .smelled like. . . well he smelled like. . .

Sex.

Kibum didn't even know where the thought came from unbidden, but when it turned over in his head he knew it was true and then some. His body was apparently in agreement because a chance shocked glance down at his nude (usually soft and disinterested) neither regions turned up a view of a solid, long dick, that was unapologetically, and embarrassingly smacking him in the belly.

What the hell was happening to him?!

He opened his mouth to voice just that question, only he inhaled a full blast of his “master's” unbelivable scent. So potent, it nearly laid him flat, hell it was all he could do not to rub his newly acquired hard-on. . .on the guys leg. Unable to control his body (and not exactly sure he even wanted to anymore), he forcefully slammed into “master” without a second thought. He didn't care about anything other than getting the other naked and closer to him. Kibum rubbed against this new master to chase all these wonderful new sensations he had never felt before. The master likely unaccustomed to someone Kibum's height and weight pouncing him tumbled backward helplessly to land hard on the floor

“What are you?” Kibum groaned, before burying his nose in a wonderfully soft neck and inhaling deeply. He rubbed his aroused shaft eagerly against a surprised but apparently experienced masters gentle stroking hand. The hand started massaging him rhythmically and Kibum moaned loudly with a wantonness that if anyone had told him he would be voicing for another male he'd have laughed. He tugged and his claws extended and retracted quickly and helpfully as he shredded and tugged away the vest covering this wonderful body that he wanted more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Kibum nipped along the sweet neck that tasted as amazing as it smelled, fighting the instinctual urge to bury his fangs in that smooth column and mark it forever his.

Mine.

The thought drummed in his mind. Beat in his pulse and pounded through his blood stream. Kibum ran his finger through his masters silky brown hair, marveling possessively at the softness of it. His hand slipped lower and he grasped the back of this wonderful neck, intended to see if his master's smile was as sweet on the tongue as it was to the eyes. He didn't feel the small disc crushed in his hand, and for a moment he didn't even register the thin coating of gel that slipped unseen over his fingers, to dampen the hair he had briefly considered drowning in.

Then that smell began. . .

It was like being dashed full on in ice water, more potent than a slap to the face, that scent rolled over Kibum in waves. He jerked away with a cry of disbelief, that quickly began dragging him from his high and replacing it with unhappiness. No! It wasn't fair, he had been so close! This one had the right smell! Kibum scooted backward his body immediately losing any sign of arousal, as he put as much distance as possible between male of his dreams that had suddenly betrayed him with the abomination of his hateful ape smell.

“You tricked me.” Kimbum could only scream the accusation of his hurt and confusion. He stared at the other male like the other was sprouting a third head, and in a way he had.

 

[BABingu]

Like his own personal rain cloud, Jinki stood underneath the shower head, the cold water doing nothing to make him feel better.

He was a failure. Dysfunctional. Useless. Unfit. Inadequate. Whatever you wanted to call it, Jinki had once again failed. Why in the hell had he ever thought he was anything besides the eternal screw up of Mariposa? He’d allowed himself to hope. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He knocked his head into the tile wall, though it was a little late now to try and force some sense into his head. He stood there, naked with his forehead pressed to the shower wall, shoulders sagging, the water running down his body, trying to wash away the rejection.

He really just wasn’t cut out for this.

Jinki looked down at his cock, which somehow still begged to differ. Somehow, part of him still had the audacity to think otherwise, because his pathetic penis still hadn’t given up the hope that had sprung up from the excitement. Despite having ingested a new kind of vitamin today that had made him feel more confident then usual, Jinki was still plenty able to resist touching himself. Really, there was no desire to touch the body that even his last chance had been repulsed by. He’d thought that the cold water would help to calm down his erection, but apparently it was being stubborn and decided to stick around for a while. Whatever. It wasn’t like ignoring his need was anything new to him.

Ah, but how he wished it had worked out this time. Jinki had been introduced to three males before this, and as much as he would have liked any of them to bond with him, none of them had felt quite as right as this last one did. He was sure he could have gotten on with the rest of them alright, but this was the first time he’d ever been hit so hard with desire for another man. There was no way to describe it than being bowled over, and he literally had been. Maybe it was weird for a supposed master to be happy about being toppled over, but honestly, Jinki hadn’t had a more erratic flurry of butterflies in his stomach ever in his life. Someone wanted him. He would have been happy to die right then.

Really, he wished he had died then. Keeled over and croaked, because just as he was allowing himself to hope, reality came back to haunt him. Why though? Why taunt him like this? It was just icing on the shit cake he’d been served and happily eaten all his life. To feel such passion and fire, to have that desire burned into his skin, only to leave him trying to wash it away now in the cold shower. And the smell. Oh Goddess, the smell of that creature, so strong, so fierce, so fucking beautiful, and for him. Well, not for him actually, but for the faked version.

So this was what it was like, this was what the rest of his lab mates got to experience. With their pheromones, this was what they were greeted with, this was what their excitement was returned with. At least he’d gotten to experience a bit of it before they dumped him for good. Still, it would have been nice to not enter the breeder colony still a virgin. He couldn’t really blame the women though, he was getting old. Twenty two and still no bond. Forget old, Jinki was fucking ancient. They’d even him plenty of chances, he shouldn’t be this upset, though, it was hard when the last male he was introduced to was just so perfect.

Oh well.

Jinki sighed and turned his face up into the stream of water. The temperature wasn’t really registering on his skin, it was still almost feverish to the touch, something he’d never experienced before. He recalled that the other male’s skin had been like that too, and like he’d been infected Jinki’s flesh had instantly heated as well. He’d been almost a rosy hue all over, the pet, his hair that shock of bright pink, and like the tint had melted into him, the almost pearlesque skin had been ever so faintly colored. His body was perfect, but Jinki had seen beautiful bodies before. The true beauty, the thing that had truly captured his attention had been the other’s eyes.

Just thinking of all the depth of desire, trust, want, need there that had been for something that he was not, just recalling that hurt more than anything else. Jinki wanted that for himself, just once, he’d even gone to the lengths of attempting to fool the other man. Though, once he’d been found out, once he’d seen the hurt he’d caused in deceiving the other with those synthetic pheromones, Jinki couldn’t bring himself to stay in the other’s presence. He’d been a cruel idiot to think that the other male wouldn’t figure it out. He’d been selfish and only thinking of himself, thinking he was the only one who was clinging to this chance, but the other was probably just as hopeful as he. Who was he to lie to someone that he didn’t know? Who was he to assume that he had it worse off? Jinki didn’t know the other male’s past, he couldn’t just make assumptions. He was the bad guy here, he just hoped like hell that he wasn’t sealing the other’s fate, because it really was a mystery to him how such a beautiful man could be in this situation.

“He’s too good for me anyways,” Jinki muttered to himself. Maybe he’d try to vouch for the other man, say it was his fault things didn’t work out. He didn’t want the other to be sent to a breeder colony just because of his own failure.

Jinki spent quite some time in the shower, mulling over his own deficiencies. He waited until the heat in his skin finally seemed to evaporate, and his erection dying with the fire. He honestly couldn’t have brought himself to jerk off in this situation, even though he probably should have considering that the women would come for him soon. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were already there, seeing as how he’d just gotten up and walked away from the pet, feeling too dejected to explain himself to that look of betrayal.

Oh. No.

What if they thought it was the pet’s fault? He, he’d just left the other male there, alone. Jinki shut off the water frantically. He threw the shower door open and slipped as he started to rush out, just barely catching himself from falling on the unforgiving tile floor. He hardly stopped as he ran out of the bathroom, just grabbing a towel on the run. Dripping and flinging water everywhere off his body, Jinki threw the bathroom door open, but it didn’t open all the way. There was a very audible smack followed by a string of colorful curses. Jinki went stock still, apparently the pet hadn’t been taken away yet.

Tentatively, hoping that he really hadn’t hurt the other, Jinki moved his head around the door, keeping his naked body behind it. His face dropped, his brows furrowing in worry and biting his lower lip because the other male was crouched down, holding his head in his hands. Well, couldn’t very well just stand there and ignore what he’d done, as if the day really couldn’t get any worse. Full knowing that he was probably the last person that should be comforting the pet, Jinki felt compelled to any ways. Modestly holding the towel in front of his manbits, Jinki moved from behind the door and crouched down next to the other male. Half out of guilt and concern, and half out of his own rather selfish little impulse, Jinki put a comforting hand on the sloping bare shoulder. Probably a bad idea, that contact, considering how much more he'd lack the feeling of touching once he had to let go again.

"Are, are you alright?"

Getting the words out properly had taken a lot more effort than he'd thought it would. Even though his skin was freezing now, Jinki couldn't help the warmth that seemed to spread through him at just being so near to the other. That warmth turned into something wild as the other turned his head up to look each other in the eye. Jinki's heartbeat soared dangerously, compelling him to hold tight to this one even if the other didn't want it. Jinki, no longer able to control himself, perhaps not really wanting to considering this might be his last, leaned closer.

Despite his desire, Jinki was so careful, almost timid, because as he moved forward the other male froze, almost like he was getting ready to flee. Jinki leaned in, slowly, deliberately, careful to not make any sudden movements, to not give away the almost fearfully happy fluttering inside his chest. Only when his mouth a breath away did he close his eyes, pressing his lips gently into the almost heart shaped ones of the pet.

If his lips hadn't been occupied, Jinki would have released a gasp of shock at the electric shock that passed through him. It was like the time he'd accidently dropped the violet wand on himself during training, only without the hurt, or the embarrassment. Jinki pulled away, just enough to breathe, though the breaths hardly came. When he made eye contact again, the other's eyes had taken a golden shine, and Jinki didn't even try to suppress his shiver of delight. Before he could allow himself a chance to reason a way out of this, as he knew he would if given even just a second of hesitation, Jinki leaned back in.

He was more confident this time, more assured. Lips met and Jinki pressed closer. He wanted to touch, he wanted every inch of his skin coated with the other's, he wanted to immerse himself in the scent, the energy of this male. Jinki's hand slipped from its careful placement on the pet's shoulder, upward to grasp lightly at the base of the neck, smoothing along the other's skin. Jinki allowed himself to grow bolder, opening his mouth slightly and letting his tongue flick across the other's closed lips, asking for entrance. He didn't realize the effect that would have.

 

[FindingSoubi]

For a moment Kibum, had the insane urge to follow the other male's retreating form and explain to him. He had seen the shattered look in the others eyes. The defeat and self-recriminations that had slumped those smooth bare shoulders. Kibum had never apologized to anyone in his life however, so he wasn't sure how to fix this. How did he explain without telling all his secret. That poor man probably expected him to be turned on and excited by his scent.

And he had. . .sorta.

Kibum was sure of it at the beginning he had been thinking about nothing but getting Mr. sweet faced male naked and under him. What had happened? One minute he had smelled like everything Kibum had ever wanted and the next like those horny apes. What had changed? Was it because the other had been excited too? Kibum knew he had been something, it was kinda hard to miss another guys hard-on pressing against you—when you yourself had not a stitch of clothing on.

Well there was the collar. . .but Kibum was trying desperately to forget it's intrusive existence.

He got awkwardly to his feet when the other male didn't return after a few moments. Standing made Kibum even more uncomfortably aware of his nudity. The nuns at the hospital had not been fans of patients—and as a result all the men wore some manner of clothing. Kibum mourned the lost of the comfortable tee and sweat pants that had been his uniform for the last few years. Being this, made him feel exposed (and he wasn't too sure he liked the sensation yet).

You liked it well enough when pressed on that other guy

Kibum growl a bit at the mocking truism in his own mind. He had enjoyed the feeling of silken skin and feather soft hair on his body and hands. But the smell! No the smell made it wrong, that ape musk had ruined everything. Even now, the other male was long gone and he could still smell that abominable scent. Even thinking about the scent seemed to make it about ten times worse. Kibum careened into the kitchen, yanking at faucets until steamy H2O blasted out and shoving his hands into the almost scaling water, he didn't even care that here was only dish soap to use. He just went to work, scrubbing and splashing water all over the modest kitchen like a sparrow in a bird bath attempting to cool off.

Satisfied the smell was gone, and now feeling much calmer, Kibum took stock of his position. Obviously he couldn't do what it was he was suppose to do with this guy (no matter how sweet his face was), but the other knew about this new world, Kibum had been thrust into without a how-to manual. There was no reason they couldn't be at least cordial like he had been with the other psyche patients. In the hospital all the others had known he was the Doc's, Mother s and the nuns favorite. It had worked out well, he did as he pleased and all the other guys had known if you wanted something, go see Kibum. Magazines, Comics, even the highly forbidden chocolate and cigarettes—Kibum was the master getting any and all, as long as you remember he was top cat no questions asked.

He could do the same here, find out what this guy wanted—and get it for him! It would be perfect, they'd maybe be almost like friends, and once again Kibum would be free to live as he saw fit. First however he needed to deal with this dumb collar, and his rather naked bits. Kibum was well aware that in order to bargain you had to be the one to look like you weren't at the disadvantage. Taking a few deep breaths, and trying to ignore the happy skip in his heart at the thought of going to the other male—Kibum got busy trying not to look as subservient the women who brought him here seemed to want him to be.

First he riffed the fridge, the women had not bothered to feed him and he was starving. He shoved containers about frowning at all the raw meat. Who the hell was gonna cook all that? Much of the meat was chicken too. Kibum wondered why so much chicken—especially given it wasn't the cheapest of meats anymore since the chicken plague of '16. More pawing produced a large bowl of glistening red grapes. Almost yelping in joy, he grabbed a hand full and stuffed them in his mouth.

The bowl of grapes, a handful of strawberries, several bananas and a small glass of soy milk to wash it all down later, and Kibum was clear headed again and full of purpose. Annoyed by his continued nudity, the lanky man help himself to a long towel from one of the many stocked cupboards in the hall. It was becoming clear to Kibum why the patients at his hospital had always be trying to convince the Doc they were well enough to return to being an idol. He had never had so many catered needs before, some he didn't even know he had. The nuns had been nice but they were from a stern school of goddess worship that admired a can-do and do-it yourself attitude. Kibum briefly rubbed his cheek against the fluffy towel that felt like it had been spun from a cloud.

Maybe being an idol wouldn't be so bad. . .

With a bit of wrapping, Kibum managed to fashion himself something similar to a fundoshi. Not that his butt was covered—but at least his dick wasn't swinging in the wind anymore either. Satisfied that they could now have a reasonable conversation, he followed the sound of running water to what he was sure was the bathroom. He stood gathering his thoughts for a moment, and lifted a fist to tap on the screen. Only the tap never came, instead the screen shot back and smack him dead center in the face. Swearing foully Kibum dropped to a crouching position holding his head.

"Are, are you alright?"

Kibum opened his mouth to snap at his “master” that no he wasn't fucking “alright”. He was also going to suggest the other stand and take a screen door to the face and then he'd have his answer. He glared up at the idiot, but the somewhere his snarky words were lost. The other male had apparently been bathing. Kibum nostril flared in shock. He had smelled pretty damn good before—but water apparently did the most amazing things for his odor. The dampness made his skin glisten and shine, and each drop;et magnified his already potent sweetness about ten folds. Kibum tried to remind himself it was fake and maybe a perfume that he wore. Only that excuse didn't really stand up to the reality of his wet “master” in the flesh. That delightful tempting scent wrapped itself coyingly around Kibum's senses and turned anything he wanted to do or say into mush. He froze and fought desperately to get control over his body that was already beginning to harden and burn.

The master for his part seemed unaware of Kibum's turmoil as he squatted down and crept closer. He leaned in and Kibum's eyes widened both from his continued closeness and that scent that was caressing him in waves. What was the guy doing? If Kibum had been able to find his tongue or his vocal cords at tha moment he might have asked. The words were unnecessary, cause then his vision was filled with nothing but smooth moist wonderfulness that pressed against his mouth.

He's kissing me!

The thought was the last bit of sharp clarity for Kibum's mind. His first. . . this was his first kiss! It was the barest most feather light contact he had ever had. Kibum wanted to savor it, drown in the softness of those other lips, just wallow in their plushness—but all too soon the other pulled away. Kibum's eyes burned slightly and the glaring brightness that he had learned to live with due to the constant dilation of his pupils faded. It vaguely brushed along his stunned consciousness that his eyes had changed, but he couldn't remember how to change back. His mind was instead just full to the brim with this man before him.

The other leaned in again, and this time Kibum was more prepared for the delicious sensations. His blood raced and sang, he felt lightheaded, so that just when he thought he would pass out—a new caress caught his attention. The tongue brushed his lips, and without even knowing why he opened himself to the intruder. Gasping in surprise he found his mouth suddenly filled with the sweetness his nose had already convinced him was really there. It was like Kibum had stepped into the most perfect fantasy, as that warm tongue stroked and caressed his own nervous one. He couldn't even swallow so afraid that the slightest movement on his part would cause this dream to end.

He definitely didn't want this kiss to end. The other male had lips like silk and satin. He gently sucked on Kibum's tongue and then his lower lip, drawing a groan Kibum hadn't even realized he was holding. He tasted like sweet clover honey and cream, like fresh churned butter melted in maple syrup. Kibum could feel his tender hand smoothing along his skin, it burn a trail of fire that made the inexperienced pet shiver in pleasure. Wanting more of his skin, Kibum tugged at the towel he had been holding against himself forcing the other backward. Body shaking, he ground his hips gently on this wonderful man—creating just enough friction to make his legs turn to jelly.

Pulling away only mere seconds, enough so he could yank his own towel away, Kibum returned more insistent. He pressed a few repeated hungry pecks to those lovely lips, before nuzzling the neck the magic lips belonged too. His gaze refocused on it seemed the one human he could actually be physically attracted too.

“I've. . . I've never done this. . . before.” Kibum tried keep still, but his hips had a mind of their own and continued to softly grind on this master's warm pelvis. “I'm not sure. . .but I think my body likes you. You smell like sex to me. You smell like sex again, not bad like before—and I think I should probably know your name before I lose control of my lust for you any further.”

 

[BABingu]

Jinki didn’t protest when he was pushed back onto his forearms, the surprise of it all rather overwhelming to him, though the stealing of his towel to leave him completely nude left him feeling slightly embarrassed. He knew he had no reason to be, and he honestly shouldn’t have been, but suddenly being the only one naked had him feeling hesitant, though he was a bit too preoccupied to think much on it. The other man had snaked his way back onto him, pressing in close to litter his lips with closed mouth kisses, to run hands up his neck and through his hair, and it was all Jinki could do to stay completely still and not to ruin the moment by spontaneously combusting.

It was just, he honestly hadn’t thought beyond the initial kiss. He’d just kind of wanted to try it out, taste the forbidden fruit or so to speak, as it had become rather clear that Jinki wouldn’t get anything more. He’d thought that maybe the other was just letting him have one pitying freebee or something when he didn’t push Jinki away. He’d admittedly sort of carried on longer than he’d meant to, though he wasn’t exactly sure why the pink haired male drew him in like a hummingbird to sweet nectar. It had all been much less conflicting when he’d been the one doing the kissing, because typically, when one was being kissed, it meant that they were desired. At least, that’s the way it had always been for Jinki and his endless one sided wants. Someone mirroring his enthusiasm, let alone raising it up, that was rather foreign to Jinki.

Having not expected anything to be reciprocated, Jinki was now trying to somehow wrap his mind around the current situation. That was fairly impossible when he suddenly realized that he was becoming tangled in the warm limbs of a beautiful pet, who by the feel of his now equally naked body rolling against him, didn’t at all seem disinterested by Jinki. The real shock though was the words that were spoken out of moist, bow shaped lips, mere inches from his own. If not for the warm breath that fell over his skin as the pet spoke, Jinki might have been able to convince himself that it was imagined.

“I've. . . I've never done this. . . before.”

Jinki’s eyes widened as his heart threatened to stop beating.

“I'm not sure. . .but I think my body likes you. You smell like sex to me. You smell like sex again, not bad like before—and I think I should probably know your name before I lose control of my lust for you any further.”

Jinki’s mouth dropped open.

What?

Jinki blinked at the face above his, as the other waited for him to speak. He tore his eyes away from the unusual features to look on either side of himself, expecting the male to be talking to someone else entirely.

Who?

When he found no one in the room but themselves still, Jinki still couldn’t really believe it. He slowly raised a hand and pointed at his own face, trying to confirm that he was indeed the one that this gorgeous creature’s body had taken a liking to. When he received affirmation from the other that yes, it obviously was him, Jinki’s hand dropped back to support himself as he swallowed, trying to suppress the nerves in his throat. For some reason it seemed to be attempting sabotage on his own vocal chords by constricting his airway to death. It was like his own body was trying to protect Jinki against another rejection - or perhaps making a fool of himself. Still, he’d never been asked for his name before by a potential pet. Everything was all so backwards, that sort of bonding came after the physical he’d been taught, as an extra to make their sexual compatibility more harmonious by being trusting of each other. Still, he wasn’t going to complain about getting things reversed here, not when someone had just told him that he smelled like sex. It was one of the biggest compliments you could EVER give someone, and Jinki hardly knew how to respond. He started by attempting his name.

“Jin-” his voice nearly cracked as it for some awful reason suddenly rose in pitch, though that might have had something to do with the impatiently shifting body above him, briefly bringing their cocks into teasing contact. He cleared his throat as his face reddened, thanks to the way the other was fixedly staring at him with something like mild interest mixed with predatory hunger. He tried again. “Jinki.”

Jinki gulped as he remained perfectly still, watching how the other man silently rolled Jinki’s somewhat unusual name over his tongue. Even though it was just a name something told him that if this pet didn’t like it then there would be issues. He didn’t stop to think how odd it was to consider the likes and dislikes of a pet, and one you weren’t even bonded to yet at that. Could he honestly help it though when everything was on the line with getting this man into his bed?

Brown eyes ducked away from the scrutinizing gaze of the other male, something about those eyes made Jinki actually feel his nakedness. His skin was getting hotter just knowing he was being looked at by this individual, a weird sensation for the hopeful porn idol when he was used to being naked in front of many observing gazes. It must have been how he was being looked at that made it feel so strange, like, like he was being seen or something. Jinki mentally chided himself at his own thoughts, as even in his own head they didn’t make any sense.

Jinki’s head snapped back up to refocus on the other’s face when he spoke. The master’s eyes were held wide in surprise, because by the sounds of it the other male had just introduced himself, and very politely sophisticated at that (of course with an undertone of lust that unconsciously did things to Jinki’s insides). Once again, Jinki found the other male looking at him with a somewhat expectant expression, like was was waiting for something, waiting for Jinki to say the right words in response. What were those exactly again? And how the hell was he the one who couldn’t seem to grasp a hold of a single well processed thought when he was the master? Jinki’s brows furrowed slightly, and luckily he was still damp from his shower or else his nervous sweat would have been noticeable. He wore an almost fearful sort of confused and worrisome expression as he tried to find the words that the other would want to hear.

“It’s nice to meet you. . .Kibum?”

His voice unintentionally rose at the end of the sentence, making it into an uncertain question instead of the warm response that seemed to have been desired. He inwardly panicked that he might have messed things up, again (why he still panicked over screwing things up was beyond him). He was just lost, and over something so simple as a name, but, perhaps the simplicity of it was what made it all the more confounding. Having simply learned the other male’s name, having been greeted so politely by a pet that had just been rolling their naked bodies together, it was all now breeding mixed signals from inside.

Jinki really really really would like to loose his virginity with this male, but, something was making him hesitate. He couldn’t reason it himself, but it was simply because he wasn’t really able to see the other male as a pet. Jinki had only been taught how to perform sexual intercourse with a pet, thus making it a huge problem for his methodical self when the collared man before him acted nothing like a pet. Twice now, he, Jinki, the “master” had been the one pressed to the floor. He had been asked the questions. He had been the one rejected and now taken back. In a word, Jinki was intimidated, which was an issue when he was so severely turned on as well.

Jinki's mind seemed to be trying to hinder him as well because it was suddenly filled with doubt. He for the life of him couldn't figure out how something so simply as sex had become so complicated. For starters, how was he going to get the other man into his bed? Something distinctly told him to NOT just stand up and tug the other male along behind. Then there was the dilemma of the sex position. Customarily, a master took their pet from behind the first time, but, once again, Jinki's gut said that he'd be in big trouble with the other male if that wasn't what was wanted. And then, of greatest importance, was the pet pledge. Somehow, Jinki didn't exactly think he'd be getting one.

Suddenly, all the thoughts were too much for him in his bodily aroused state, leaving Jinki to cover his face with his hands. His head fell to the floor a little harder than was probably good, but he figured it would just help him clear up a little. And really, the sting at the back of his scalp did actually help, because it hurt enough for him to momentarily forget about his doubts, enough to decide on his course of action - a potentially stupid one.

Throwing all caution to the wind and jumping to an extreme, Jinki pulled his hands away from his face, which was somehow serenely calm and smiling lightly (though there was an ever so slight watering of his eyes from hitting his head). He'd just go for it, because honestly, what did he have to loose?

"Excuse me."

Right after the kindly spoken apology, Jinki swiftly lifted his head upwards and his hands behind the other's head, pulling down the other male's face assertively to squish their mouths together. He used the moment of surprise to switch their positioning, and rougher than intended flipped the other male onto his back, though he made sure to cradle the pet's head with his hands. Jinki registered the shocked resistance that followed shortly after, but tried to ignore it as he pushed his tongue into the mouth that had parted in surprise, muffling any words.

His tongue and lips pressed on, trying, probably hopelessly, to get the other to bend to his will. He didn't know if the other could taste the silent pleading for compliance on his tongue, because this was honestly the only pathetic attempt he could muster. As his mouth tried to convey his desires without appearing too desperate, his hands were still too gentle to be domineering, almost as if he was afraid of harming the other male. Which, he was, but more than that he was hesitant to simply touch the beautiful body.

Luckily, he was able to control the tremor of nerves in his hand as he dusted it down the almost too soft skin. The pet was clearly devoid of extraneous fat, but somehow the skin was still wickedly silken and smooth, even for a porn idol. Jinki's finger's moved from back of the head, down to the shoulder and torso, spreading out as they passed over abs. He could feel the sudden tightening of those muscles as his hand gently passed over them, making him wonder if the reaction was out of repulsion.

Trying not to fixate on it too much, he pulled his mouth from lips to suck on the pet's neck with wet, full lipped open mouth kisses. Somehow plucking up the courage, Jinki lowered his hand further, hesitatingly pulling his fingers back with they touched a hot and hard erection. He shifted his body nervously as he tried again.

Once his fingers wrapped around the pet's cock he didn't dare take them off again, not when the shaft fit so perfectly in his palm, making him groan in pleasure. His fingers explored the other male's penis. Like a blind man would use his touch to create a mental image, Jinki's fingertips found every crease, every vein, traced over the head, the slit, down to the balls. His hand felt the weight of the erection in his palm, the heat of it, the way the skin ran like smooth satin under his touch. Rather like a socially inept being, this was how Jinki approached getting to know the pet, with touch. In the back of his mind he faintly registered a warmth from his left shoulder blade, though that small tingle had little distraction for his current attempt at seduction.

Seduction which he hoped was working on the pet in his favor, and not just getting himself riled up, as it seemed to be doing. With every stroke of fingers on the pet's hard shaft, his tongue grew sloppier as his breathing grew more ragged against the other's mouth which his sought out again. Jinki didn't care to pull away even if he suffocated himself, because honestly dying while tasting something so wild with spicy sweetness didn't seem so bad. He tried desperately to keep his doubts and fears from resurfacing, from replaying on loop the way he'd been pushed away in disgust just half an hour ago, though it was impossible to think that it might happen again any second. He prayed that whatever had happened to him in the shower to make him "smell like sex" would persist long enough for them to officially bond, after that. . .well, after that Jinki didn't really know.

 

[FindingSoubi]

Kibum was sorta aware in the back of his mind, that having grown up in the hospital may have made him unprepared for the rush of new pleasure he felt now in Jinki's arms. He was probably less gentle than he should have been when he yanked Jinki's towel away—but his instincts urged him forward until he too was nude and all but attacking the poor other male in his haste to get to. . .

To. . .what?

That was just it. Kibum didn't exactly know the details of how to go about sex. He mentally kicked himself for not having at least peeked at the Doc's books and video, he knew the technicalities just not the actual direction to get from this man's wonder mouth and hands on to the sexing up his ass part. Should he ask permission? Maybe just tell the other male to turn around and pass his butt to him? Maybe he was just suppose to flip the other over? Asking the other male his name gave Kibum a chance to try and collect his scattered thoughts (and control the raging hormones that were threatening to reveal his carefully hidden secret). Kibum watched and waited, needing a name to go with all the moist delicious smelling scent, and impressive silken skin.

“Jin— . . . .Jinki”

“Jin. . . ki. . .” Kibum tested the foreign unusual name out experimentally to see if he liked it on his tongue. Not that knowing Jinki's name however hadn't stopped his body's rubbing and obnoxiously willing grinding on the other. “Jinki,” Kibum silently mouth the syllables, and stared at the other male rather hungrily. He wanted to memorize and connect that name to everything Jinki. He wrapped this man's name around his mind the way he wanted (rather desperately) to wrap his own body around Jinki's. Those soft brown eyes, the generous sweet mouth and last but definitely not least the amazing warm delicious scent clinging to skin that begged for Kibum's touch. Yes Jinki was perfect, hell he was more than perfect---he was like no other being in the world. He was someone Kibum desired.

And that made him special.

Kibum introduced himself in what he hoped was his best formal etiquette tones. He waited a beat , almost but not quite holding his breath while he waited for Jinki to repeat his name. The actual sound of it though made his insides turn in wiggly gelatin. It was a strange, yet not completely unpleasant sensation. Jinki had such a deep voice, and his citified accent did the most amazing things to the syllables of Kibum. Satisfied they had the preliminaries for proper introduction out of the way, Kibum turned his attention to getting a good look at Jinki's naked flash. It was a lovely pale gold shade, and he glistened not just from water but from good health too. His thighs and cock in particular fascinated Kibum. Both were generously endowed. Actually, he had a bit of a hard time looking away from Jinki's cock. He knew enough about anatomy to tell Jinki's body seemed to like his too. Carefully, he let their sensitive shafts brush against each other. It was like have lightening zing up every single nerve ending.

Lightening that felt so good. . . so very very good.

Intrigued, Kibum's eyes jerked back to Jinki, while he tried to work out how he should go about sexing up the other. Was there a protocol to this? Did he just ask Jinki to spread open his legs? Maybe spread those wonderful thighs himself. Frankly, Kibum kinda liked the inherent wickedness of opening Jinki's legs on his own. Were they going do this on the floor? Not that Kibum minded the floor part. There was something urgent, almost primal and hot about thinking of Jinki being sexed by him right here in the hallway without a second thought. Kibum was actually about to suggest Jinki open his legs and perhaps lift up his hips or something, when man started to behave strangely.

First he covered his eyes, and Kibum was about to ask if something might perhaps be wrong with his own body. He knew he was quite pale, but that was from living in the hospital. Maybe he should tell Jinki this? But the other smacked his head on the floor and it left Kibum both speechless and mystified. He had never seen anyone sane purposely injure themselves, and worried he pulled back from the other man. Was it too much too soon? He had assumed Jinki had done this sex stuff before, but now he wasn't so sure. Kibum backed off, but only a little, as a quick check of Jinki's lower half confirmed that he was still indeed “interested” in some kind of physical exchange between them.

“Excuse me.”

Kibum had no time to react as Jinki moved nearly as fast as he himself had earlier, smiling sweetly at him before aggressively the other crushed their lips together. Gasping Kibum found his nose filling with Jinki's heady incredibly intoxicating scent. Then there was just the sensation of them rolling and Kibum's shoulder blades connecting hard with the hallway floor. Kibum felt his desire wane a bit right before the natural urge to fight rose—but he never got the chance to act off the reflex. Jinki's silk lips were already parting his own, leaving Kibum no option but to moan softly as his mouth was suddenly filled with the sweet taste and scent of the other. His body tingled once more and he could feel desire return in a rush, even as he opened himself up to the warm mouth caressing him.

Kibum cocked his head ever so slightly, enjoying this new sensation of Jinki's warm damp skin covering his own. He trembled with pleasure against some very talented oral abilities. In mere seconds his cock was fully erect once more as if it was saluting Jinki's initiative to switch their position, and his kissing talents. It appeared Jinki had felt the insistent press of his arousal too, cause in the next moment, Kibum jerked in shock, feeling cool fingers wrapping around and pressing against his erection. The fingers were gentle and almost hesitant, their fondling causing just enough friction to make Kibum feel weak and gaspy.

He had to work hard then to control the urge to change. His body simply wanted to give in unhindered to Jinki's masterful mouth and hands. Kibum had very little experience with anything even close to what he was feeling right in that moment. Other than a few curious exploration on him own, or the yearly physical by one of the nuns (which often ended in screaming nuns and the Doc giving him time-out), his cock had never been touched in this manner. It was difficult to maintain his human features, when his body wanted. . .

Wanted. . .

He wasn't exactly sure what it was exactly he craved, but he bucked his hips upward into Jinki's hand desperately seeking more contact. What ever it was he knew instinctively only Jinki could give it to him. Jinki's mouth moved to his neck and then back again, causing everywhere those lips touched to catch mini fires. He sucked in a hard breath, when the busy hand found the sensitized head of his length, those gentle finger cause him to leak wetly with need. Kibum melted then, losing the battle with body for any kind of sexual control. He cried out, his need lost inside the hot mouth tasting him. The hand on him seemed to know better than he did what he wanted, no, needed to happen.

Jinki's hand moved in firmer, almost rhythmic strokes, that sent Kibum's burning eyes rolling back into his head. Kibum couldn't stop (to his shame) the way his back arched, almost folding him in two backward, while ripping another pleased moan from his throat. He clung to Jinki's hips in a desperate attempt to stop the warm melting fluttery feeling in his belly from spreading, and yet at the same time draw this body of wonder closer to him.

“Please. . . don't . . . stop!” The words were more pants and gasps than actual vocalization. Jinki's hand hand and mouth felt so amazing on him, Kibum never wanted the feeling to stop. Again he cried out thrusting his hips in desperation, and wondering if this was the heaven the nuns had spoken about to him about. After what seemed like hours of torturous bliss, the shock of his very first orgasm stole Kibum's breath away. It was like his body exploded inside out from pleasure that all tried to rush out of his dick all at once. The ecstasy bordered on anguish it was so sharp.

Kibum was only vaguely aware of the several jerky spurts of his heat that drenched Jinki's softly squeezing hand and splashed back against his own abdominal muscles. It was several moments before Kibum regained his sense enough to realize what he had just done. No! It had been too soon! That wasn't right! He was suppose to sex Jinki first. He may not have known much but he knew that he had just allowed him self to get off to what was basically making out and a hand job.

Blushing with shame, and anger at himself-- he scrambled to a sitting position scooting backward, until his back pressed against the wall. Thoughts crowded his head as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong. He was born a porn idol, he thought at the very least that meant he should have some kind of built in endurance. Kibum turned his hips slightly trying to hide the evidence of his lack luster performance.

“I. . . I'm. . . sorry. . .I didn't mean to—” Kibum paused and dropped his head, unable to meet Jinki's eyes. He didn't know much about sex but he was fairly sure, that what had just happened may have missed the intended deed, just slightly.

 

[BABingu]

Seduction had been Jinki's goal. Getting the pet named Kibum into his bed so that they could complete the physical end of the bond had been the main concept of his actions. But somewhere along the way between touching his lips to Kibum's and the other male's climax (it was probably the practically terrifyingly beautiful feat of flexibility in that almost feline arcing of the back), somewhere along the way Jinki's motive changed. Somehow he forgot about who was the master and who was the pet, and could only form thoughts about how to better taste Kibum's sweetness.

A myriad of things were the cause of this, all of them from Kibum. The change in motive had to do with the way Kibum opened himself to Jinki. It had to do with the way the other male's tongue flicked out towards his own, mingling them in a dance too hot to care about how it looked, releasing throaty groans and sighs against each other's mouths. It had to do with the way Kibum's formerly assertive demeanor hadn't faded, but had instead decided to simply simmer low for now, like a potentially searing heat just under the skin. It had to do with the way Kibum was completely willing for whatever Jinki did, moving towards Jinki where ever he touched. It had to do with the way Kibum cried out, voice raw and real in a way that Jinki had never heard before.

Jinki had long forgotten all thoughts once the other male shamelessly began thrusting up into his hand as it stroked around Kibum's arousal. All Jinki could manage was to keep up, to not falter in his pleasing this man. Nothing else mattered but continuing those moans of pleasure, inspiring more of those overstimulated and uncontrolled twitches of the body, pulling forth yet another second of bliss that would be recorded forever in Jinki's mind. The master trainee had seen his share of men in the middle of sexual ecstacy, but he couldn't think of a single face that looked as perfect for enduring such acute pleasure as Kibum's did.

Just a flutter of eyelashes as the male's eyes rolled back combined with the slick of hotly throbbing penis in his palm was more than enough to get Jinki to sigh out a lusty moan. He couldn't keep his mouth away from Kibum's for long, for the wonderful scent that eminated from the pet could be tasted there. Kibum tasted hot, like the color red would taste, hot like cinnamon, like peppers, like ginger, and as though Jinki was drinking him down it warmed him from the inside out. He was torn between tasting more and pulling back to watch the unfolding of an impending orgasm on such a perfect creature. The continued kissing won out by said creature's insistence for it to continue, garnering more passion from Jinki when Kibum actually seemed to want their mouths to continue their exploration.

Jinki didn't care to keep track of how many times they repeatedly slicked their tongues together, or how often he traced Kibum's lips with his wet ones, because the sensation never once dulled. When Kibum pulled away the touch was missed, but the incredible sounds that escaped the freed lips were a more than fair exchange. Jinki didn't hesitate to comply to Kibum's breathless words, he couldn't have found it in himself to disobey and stop what he was doing even if he had tried.

His hand moved faster at the insistence of the other's hips, fingers set around the weeping arousal in full strokes. Jinki's mouth pressed more, tongue tasting more, his other hand exploring more skin. He just wanted more. More touch, more heat, more sound, more Kibum. When the sensation reached borderline agony for the other male, nearly making the thinner frame jackknife back, Jinki didn't stop. Watching Kibum let himself go to the pleasure was mesmerizing to Jinki.

He entirely forgot about finding his own release, too fixated on getting more of the other male, of watching, hearing, feeling him unfurl, melt, burn. When the uncontrolled thrusts came his hand nearly hammered around Kibum's cock, like he was juicing it for all of the other's sweet hot milk. Jinki groaned in time with Kibum's sharper gasps, because just by connecting his hand to that cock, just by bringing the other male to orgasm, Jinki felt it flood him too.

He watched transfixed as the milky liquid dotted Kibum's taught abdomen, and slowed his pumping hand to collect the cum as it ran over his fingers. He didn't stop his wrist until after Kibum had collapsed back onto the ground, involuntarily twitching and cringing when Jinki thumbed the tip of his beet red head, touching him so soon after release.

Slowly, almost carefully, he pulled his hand away then, feeling the energy drain out of him the moment he left Kibum's dick to lay against his abdomen. Like he'd just cum himself, or perhaps had been nearly run over by a truck, Jinki flopped back onto his bare ass, panting heavily and trying to catch the breath that seemed to have been stolen from him, likely by the one who needed it more. He was careful to keep his hand cupped, securing all of Kibum's fluid there. Opening his palm, he stretched his fingers out and eyed the opaque substance. He watched it cling between his fingers, stringing along as it slid into his palm. Brown eyes flicked from the cum and the man who had produced it, still flushed and boneless where he lay.

Jinki was a silent observer to Kibum's post orgasm recovery. He watched rise and fall of the other's pale chest change from shallow quick pants to deep slow breaths, feeling his own pulse calm along with it. He watched the way Kibum unconsciously licked over his own lips, and swallowed, likely the saliva that had collected, still tasting Jinki. Eyelashes fluttered, signaling the return to awareness as the cloud of bodiless sensation left him. After that, the quiet peaceful moment ended abruptly, leaving Jinki staring helpless while he watched the pet have a minor freak out moment.

The hopeful master blinked in confusion at first, his own expression dropping at the way Kibum quickly put distance between them, and made himself look small against the wall. Though, it didn't take long for Jinki to put together what the issue was, as strange as it seemed.

Kibum. . .he seemed embarrassed at having allowed himself to cum. Jinki almost wanted to laugh, though he luckily suppressed it. He was just so thankful that it was something so minor, that it wasn't his fault. The master trainee felt a huge weight suddenly slide off his shoulders, somehow, seeing the other male like this made Kibum a lot less intimidating. It made him more easily approachable to Jinki. Even if it was a bit selfish, it still made him feel a lot better that he wasn't the only one capable of making mistakes. Honestly, he was flattered more than anything that the other had cum so soon.

Getting down onto his elbows, on all fours Jinki leaned towards Kibum's huddled form. He turned his head and looked directly up at the bowed face from below, catching those embarrassed and depressed features in the midst of a somber pout. His own soft expression threatened to melt at the sight of it, a small smile creeping across his face. When Kibum seemed to notice the intrusive staring, drawing their gazes into contact, Jinki's smiled widened gently. When Kibum's expression changed from one of shame to mild perplexion, Jinki tilted his head sideways as he tried out some aegyo that was sure to fail, but he didn't mind feeling a little stupid when the other's expression lightened.

Feeling good about his cheering tactics, Jinki closed the distance between their faces by raising himself up on his arms, quickly dotting a peck on those downturned lips. He pulled away just as fast, instantly righting himself to sitting up on his heels, legs folded beneath him. He didn't spare a thought for the protruding arousal he was still sporting as he sat.

"Don't be upset. You have nothing to be sorry for." He inched his way closer by a scooting his legs beneath himself. He flexed the fingers that were still coated in semen with a mild grin fixing on his lips.

"I don't mind it like this."

With another wiggle he came closer still, putting himself near Kibum once again, already feeling a warmth on the surface of his skin as though the other male turned towards him, as if the pet were radiating a tangible sexual energy. He reached the clean hand forward and leaned in a bit, his fingers gliding along the skin just under Kibum's cheekbone.

"I want to keep touching you for a bit now, okay?"

He hesitated for a moment, giving Kibum the time to push him away if it wasn't alright. Jinki didn't feel like he needed to press himself on the other male again, it just didn't feel right when he'd just been apologized to for something that he'd found rather amazing. His eyes lingered on Kibum's for a moment, seeing the small flicker of uncertainty there, but nothing like dislike or superiority. His insides squirmed happily at the curious acceptance in those eyes, something he'd never seen in someone's gaze.

Brown eyes moved downward then, as he took in Kibum's body up close. His hand followed his line of sight with it, drifting down from Kibum's jaw to linger just above his chest. He was quiet pale, but beautifully so, not at all unhealthy. The lines of his chest were so smooth, the muscles slender and slightly defined. He had fantastic collar bones, and nipples. Jinki would have liked to lap those buds up and suck them into his lips, but, he settled on lightly touching instead.

His hand trailed down from the shoulder to rest on a pectoral, his fingers dusting over a pink protrusion, garnering an intake of breath from the other's mouth. Jinki's eyes flicked back upwards, and he smoothed his fingers back over the same place. He watched Kibum's expression, and liking it too much to refrain, pressed a light kiss to those receptive lips again.

His body took over then, his ears controlling his course of action, letting the sounds from the other male tell him what to do. The sticky hand found its place to his own cock, still fully erect. Something about coating his own dick with the other's sperm set his stomach to fluttering madly, ordering him to quickly start stroking himself.

Jinki pressed in, ever so slightly leaning Kibum back into the wall. With one hand fisting himself, Jinki's other continued to grow bolder, changing from gently massaging the other's chest to flicking fingertips over nipples, and pushing his thumb down on the raised area. His tongue was lazy, but still found its way to Kibum's ear, licking at the inner shell, gaining him small vocalizations of approval from the other's lips.

Those sounds drove his hand on, providing him with more stimulation that he'd ever have thought possible from simply touching and kissing. Hell, just being like this with Kibum was better than anything he'd ever done, period. Even with the most talented trainers it hadn't been as sparked with sensation and full of lightness and wonderful feeling fuzzies as it did touching Kibum's skin, because no one had ever responded to him like this. It made him feel happy and confident in a way that none of his former empty orgasms had.

Then Jinki wondered what sex would be like.

Once the thought entered his head, once he visualized himself actually having anal sex with Kibum, he couldn't get it out of his brain. His hand jerked faster along his length, and his hand moved into tweaking the nipples, pinching them, then smoothing down that blemish free, clear skinned, pearlesque chest. He wanted to see that skin in a bright sexual flush. His hand massaged over Kibum's abs. He wanted to see them twitching and flexing against his intrusion. His mouth moved down to Kibum's neck, kissing and licking and sucking, down to the shoulder to taste the skin there.

His hand continued its downward descent, and thanks to his just newly birthed confidence he was feeling better than he could remember. His hand fell past Kibum's ribs and sides to the pelvis, then to the thigh. He made small circular patterns with his fingers on the hairless skin. His hand then slipped back around the pelvis, to Kibum's backside, down the small of his back, and only hesitating for a moment before sliding all the way down. Jinki shifted closer, rubbing himself, as his soft fingers delved between smooth flesh, to ghost over Kibum's entrance.

His mouth parted from the pet's flesh with the surprised sound that reached his ears as two of his fingers were more bold in their passage between Kibum's cheeks. The hand on his length slowed as he raised his face to look at the other male, fingers still in place over the tiny hole.

"I would like to make. . ." His throat constricted slightly as the nerves suddenly hit him like a live wire, sneaking in and taking over his body. But his desire to make the pet his was strong enough for him to function, though just barely. He swallowed down a lump of nerves that felt like he was swallowing his own tongue for a moment, though he resisted gagging on his own mental panic.

"Iwanttobondwithyounow."

The words tumbled out of his mouth in an almost unintelligeble manner, which they obviously were by the pet's expression. He sighed half angrily at himself, eyes shutting briefly before opening them again to stare hopefully at Kibum.

"I want to bond with you."

 

[FindingSoubi]

Can I please fuck you?

It was the begging sentence almost on the tip of Kibum' tongue to ask, but he was still nursing the shame of his advanced bodily reaction to Jinki's touch. A very practiced touch indeed. For a moment Kibum felt a stab of jealousy, the thought that Jinki might not be like him, being inexperienced and new to all of this prickled at the edge of his awareness.

“I want to keep touching you for a bit now, okay?”

Kibum blinked dumbly at Jinki. Touch him more? Absolutely. Only his jealous worry stilled his tongue and for a moment all he could do was stare at the other man unable to speak. Everything was just happening so fast, and while this was a definite upgrade from the monotony his life at the hospital—Kibum struggled with the rush of sensations, sights, and yea gods Jinki's incredible scent (which was frankly damn near a narcotic in it's potency). Was this what sex was? This crazy roller coaster in the belly feeling he had? Timidly, Kibum turned back so he was able to semi-face the other male without completely exposing his shamefully leaky cock. The leaking was a new feature as well, and Kibum had to fight urge to cover himself with Jinki's long tossed away towel. Instead Kibum use his brief respite to study his partners face for truthfulness. Jinki smelled like he wanted him, and if the light sheen of sweat damping him was anything to go by he appeared physically excited as well—hell he even tasted turned on. As long as he lived Kibum knew he would never forget the maple honey, and sweet cream taste of Jinki on his tongue. Jinki, who now watched him with friendly open eyes and for a moment Kibum swam in those sweet dark chocolate circles of eagerness, oh yes Jinki seemed very much wanting to do this some more. Kibum could only hope his own far more alien eyes didn't give away how much he was liking this, liking Jinki. He didn't want to scare the other man away. . . yet.

Kibum's gaze flicked down even as Jinki pressed in closer to him. He had only meant to see if maybe he could will his body into cooperation for more of Jinki's excellent sensual skills, but the sight that met his eyes instead did far more to stroke his desire than anything he himself might have. Jinki had the most singularly impressively showy cock, Kibum had ever seen. If Kibum had grown up in a proper porn idol lab with Jinki, he would likely have been jealous. As it was though he had grown up in a mental hospital, where showing ones penis usually got one some time outs in solitary (with only a straight jacket as companion). So while Kibum had seen penises, he had never seen a peacock ginormous work of bodily art like Jinki sported between his legs up close and personal like.

“Is that all—” the rest of Kibum penis query was lost in a gasp as Jinki's fingers found a particularly sensitive nub on his chest.

So that's what those two nubs were for. The nun assigned to teach him health studies as a teen, had said his were useless since he had been born male, and that nipples were really the goddess's gift to mothers for nursing their daughters. At the time Kibum had accepted her explanation, knowing better than to ask if mothers ever nursed their sons. Early on Kibum had learned that he had no mother, that men were objects, creatures born in labs and meant for work that females found suitable for them. As a male child you could only sorely hope you got the luck of the draw to be born beautiful enough for porn work.

However, Kibum wondered now if the nun had been completely honest about nipples, cause the light brushing of Jinki's soft finger tips, made his tingle in ways that had nothing to do with feeding infant daughters. Even better, his nipple tightened up into a rosy little pebble and began to ache, making Kibum for some odd reason desperately wish Jinki would put that lovely soft wet mouth of his on it. He did kiss his lips again however—which was fine by Kibum. Kibum gladly accepted the caress of those tender lips and let his finger twine themselves in the fine downy thickness of Jinki's brown and gold locks. Then his hand was everywhere all at once turning Kibum's insides into Jello. Even better was when ever Kibum could remember to glance down, it was to see Jinki stroking his own cock fiercely—a sight that up until then Kibum would have called the single most erotic thing he had ever seen. The wonderful mouth moved to his ear, and Kibum again tried to formulate a sufficiently sexy come on that might convince Jinki to let him sex him.

Jinki apparently was fully aroused, and Kibum liked what it was doing to his delectable scent, so he might have been a little more vocal than necessary while the others hands wandered across his trembling skin. Tweaks of his nipples earned the other man yelps of pleasure, while soothing strokes made for long throaty moans. He was so distracted that he didn't notice Jinki's steady descent down his belly and across his pelvic bone. Those wondrous fingers traced tingly circles on his overly sensitive (and newly bare of hair) thighs. Kibum could only sigh in surrender when it seemed Jinki's mouth was gonna follow the delicate path his hand had taken, lips brushing his neck and then reaching lower to stroke and suck bit of tender collarbone flesh.

Kibum was losing himself once more, unabashedly so to Jinki, when those lovely fingers slid across the most shocking of places. He yelped in a way that had nothing to do with pleasure. Kibum had wiped his own backside enough in life to be well aware of the basic anatomy of the area. He had even rubbed a curious finger over the tightly closed and slightly winkled pucker. But that had been totally different, then he had just been curious and the area in question had been safely buried amongst a short fine pelt of hair. Those fingers that had made their way between the swells of his butt now brought him crashing back to the present, as they were his fingers and that area had been stripped clean of all hair as the rest of his body had been.

His breath caught and the shock held it there as it became very clear to him then why those psychotic “Spa” women had been so intent to removed every single body hair Kibum had once possessed. Wait? Did this mean Jinki thought he was suppose to be the one to get sexed? Again Kibum took a quick look between his invaders legs, but Jinki was as bare as he was “down there”, at least all his front was. Kibum pulled back and bit his lower lip thoughtfully, it was clear he couldn't just ask Jinki who would be putting what body parts where. If the hole fondling thing was just a greeting of some sort Kibum didn't want to put the idea of his butt getting the sex into Jinki's innocent head, and if Jinki was already thinking that was what was going to happen, well then Kibum would just have to show him different. Which meant getting his dick back in bottom fucking order and getting it there quickly. Jinki was the butt that was going to get the sexing, and that was all there was to this.

Jinki's words became secondary in the face of what those lightly pressing fingers singled. Blinking, Kibum tried to recall what had been said.

Bond?

What the hell did it mean to “bond”?

“Is. . . is. . . that like “sex”? Like have sex with me?”

Jinki wanted sex with him! Kibum tramped down the urge to cartwheel in joy. Seeing Jinki want him was fine but hearing the words kinda made things official. The fingers were forgotten, and he just nodded hoping that “sex” was the kinda sex he was hoping for. Jinki pulled back from him then, and held a hand to him while he climb to feet that had went to jelly almost sending him back to the floor.

Before Kibum could try and recover his footing he felt nothing but the soft swoosh of air. Dizzy, he looking around wondering why he wasn't flat on his ass to find himself surrounded by Jinki. Cheeks growing warm Kibum realized that Jinki had not only picked him up, but was carrying him princess style down the hall.

“Um. . .” Kibum started hesitantly, right before having to throw his arms around Jinki's neck support as the man almost slipped on his own towel. When was sure Jinki wasn't about to carry him to his death he started again, “Right. Um. . . now where are we going?”

 

[BABingu]

“Right. Um. . . now where are we going?”

Instead of answering, Jinki only grinned as he strutted happily down the hall with Kibum in his arms. Despite his height, Kibum somehow managed to fit himself there so well, tucking his legs up naturally it seemed as his arms stayed circled around Jinki’s neck. The feel of Kibum holding on to him delighted the master trainee in ways that made his insides feel like those fuzzy caterpillars were crawling around in there.

Just before the door to the bedroom, Jinki slightly shifted Kibum’s weight in his arms, hugging him up a bit higher and tighter, so that when he went to open the door with his foot both of them would be safe. He lightly kicked the door open to reveal their very simple and plain bedroom, but to Jinki it was the single most wonderful room he’d ever laid eyes on now that he’d actually get the chance to use it. But, as he crossed the room and laid Kibum onto the bed carefully, his own body easing above, his nerves started to kick in all over again. The giddy happy feeling didn’t go away, but that almost made it worse because the nervousness was collecting in every spare corner of his body. The reason for it was Jinki’s realization of just how ridiculously beautiful Kibum was and that he was about to devirginize the both of them.

Things felt surreal for a moment, and Jinki’s brain went blank as he stared down at the other male. When he realized Kibum was watching him stare, Jinki felt his face heat up slightly. To hide his embarrassment as he backed off the bed he leaned down quickly and dotted a kiss on the side of Kibum’s mouth, working to the chin and down the throat to the sternum with light little pecks, his hair brushing along after the trail of lips. He muttered a quiet “Wait here” before slipping off the bed to snatch up his bag of personal belongings by the door he’d brought along to the dorm. From it he dug out an only slightly smaller bag that seemed to be the majority of the bulk, then shuffled in a rush back to the bed. He eased himself onto it carefully, avoiding Kibum’s eyes for the moment while he concentrated on his task.

Pulling at the drawstring, Jinki opened the bag and uncerimoniously dumped the contents onto the mattress like a child would dump their halloween candy. Bottles and tubs and tubes and packets of all sizes and colors poured out of their place of residence to spill between the two of them. Tossing the emptied bag to the side without a care, Jinki started sifting through the pile. He was just about to reach for one particular bottle when another more pale hand reached out for it. Jinki’s eyes followed the hand up its arm and to Kibum’s face, who was now sitting up on his knees, as the collared man turned the bottle in his hand.

“What’s all this?”

Jinki’s brows shifted in slight confusion as he watched Kibum read the label intently.

“Its. . . lube.” He answered rather carefully, something about the other’s expression worrying him a bit, though he didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it had to do with the way Kibum was now silently mouthing the list of ingredients. Jinki hoped that he wasn’t about to be disapproved of. “Its. . . my collection actually,” he said with some level of uncertainty.

Those unusual eyes looked up at him then, still making Jinki’s heart stutter for a moment like it did every time their gazes came into contact. He couldn’t help thinking that he would probably never get over that.

“Do people usually collect this?”

Again, Jinki felt warmth cover his features, making him clear his throat at the curious expression on Kibum’s face. “No. Not usually.” His eyes ducked down as his voice quieted a bit. “No.”

Jinki’s bangs slid across his face as he lowered while his hand filtered through the pile once more, fishing for one specific kind. “But, since I’m just a trainee still I don’t get new stuff often. . .”

He almost felt entitled to apologizing to Kibum, and ventured a quick glance from under the safety of his overhanging bangs to see if the other male was unhappy with the selection. Jinki had thought that his collection was actually pretty good, but he couldn’t be sure of what his hopeful pet’s tastes were like. Maybe he had a particular favorite that Jinki didn’t have? Did he have a preference for the base? Or maybe he had some sort of allergy that he hadn’t been told about? Jinki quickly tried to pick out a few of his better lubricants, keeping his head down as Kibum stayed quiet.

“Um, which, which smell do you like better?” Jinki started pulling a few silicone and oil based kinds towards himself, “I have strawberry, vanilla, pina colada-”

“I like you.”

“U?” Jinki pushed through the pile, his brows furrowing. “I don’t think I’ve-” Jinki nearly dropped the bottle in his hand, as the statement had just dawned on him. No way he could have just heard that correctly, right? “Um, sorry, what?”

“I said,” Jinki gupled at the almost purr-like sound of Kibum’s voice “you. I like your smell.”

Jinki can’t help but to turn his eyes up then, even as the tremors in his heart start again. His bangs slide away from his eyes, so that nothing is blocking his view of Kibum. Kibum, who is slinking towards him on all fours, staring with those sharp eyes and slipping the edge of his tongue out over his bottom lip as though he’s hungry for Jinki. Jinki is rendered completely helpless as a hand slides up his leg, making it shudder, the touch going straight to his dick. Kibum’s hand is so warm and soft and oh fuck its going up his thigh now. Jinki forgets to breathe when Kibum’s eyes leave his face to stare down at his dick, which twitches needfully at the attention. Its only as Kibum’s fingers grip firmer on the meat of his thigh and he starts sinking lower that Jinki’s brain actually processes what the other intends to do.

“Wait. Um- You- That’s- You don’t-” The rest of his sentence is cut off by a deep moan surging from his throat, because Kibum’s tongue has just touched the head of his cock. The sensation makes his legs twitch, makes his hips come up off the bed briefly before sinking back down quickly. His fingers curl into the bedsheets as Kibum’s lips join his tongue, his head falling backwards with a breathy sigh because he can’t remember ever wanting someone’s mouth on him like this before. Jinki’s hands move to Kibum’s hair, gently resting on the back of his head and neck as he looks down at the pet. Something in the back of his mind tells him that the way Kibum’s lapping at him is different than what he’s seen before, but fuck if he cares because no one’s ever been as pretty giving him head as Kibum has.

When the flat of Kibum’s tongue strokes over his slit, Jinki bites his lip. His mind is fairly reeling with the fact that he feels like he could come right now, because Kibum’s only been at it for thirty seconds at most. As much as he wants to let this continue, Jinki can’t just let his chance to bond slide like this. The urgency of his situation pushes him.

“Wait. This is-” his toes curl with a sharp inhale when Kibum’s tongue flicks over his balls. He can’t let himself just come like this. Jinki puts his hands on Kibum’s shoulders and starts to push him off gently. “Kibum, I don’t think-”

Jinki is startled into a small yelp when Kibum’s hand squeezes too roughly at the base of his length, and he’s pretty sure that he’s not hearing things even though it sounded like Kibum just growled at him. Jinki can’t decide if Kibum’s grip on him is something he should be fearful of or not, but he’s turned on by it nonetheless, which means bringing him closer to failing to bond once again. He pushes harder at Kibum’s shoulders then, which only makes things more blissfully worse, because with every bit of added pressure he tries to use to push Kibum away from his cock, Kibum’s lip close tighter around his head. Kibum sucks hard when Jinki resists again, making him shiver erratically, though that uncontrolled convulsion works in his favor to pull those dangerous lips off of him with a wet little pop and a light scrape of teeth.

Jinki’s not quite sure what comes over him when he keeps shoving and puts Kibum on his back, his breathing coming in quick heavy pants as his hands push Kibum’s shoulders into the bed. There is a mixture of emotions in his eyes as he stares down at Kibum, though shocked wonder and lust are at the forefront. Jinki only gets a second though to take in the appearance of Kibum’s flushed and frustrated face before the other male somehow manages to wriggle free of being pinned and is contorting himself beneath Jinki. The trainee is left watching as a major feat of flexibility is performed before his eyes as Kibum turns himself around, leaving Jinki staring at Kibum’s pert ass as his torso is twisted beneath him. He already has his hands on Jinki’s cock again before the older male realizes that the attack is far from over.

If he thought that Kibum was being aggressive before, then Jinki isn’t quite sure what to call the attention to his dick now, as its far more intense then anything he’s experienced. Kibum’s hands are almost clawing in their grip on his thighs, holding Jinki’s legs apart as that hot wet mouth navigates relentlessly. As Kibum sucks one swell of testicle into his mouth, Jinki can’t help the way his voice snakes out of him in a long lewd moan. He thinks to himself that he sounds different, hasn’t once sounded like he usually does when someone else is touching him. His breath catches and he sinks to his forearms, his face inches from smooth warm flesh of ass when Kibum tugs his length down to meet his mouth as it reaches up, letting it sink further than the head this time. Jinki in some form of half hearted desperation jerks his hips, trying to get them out of Kibum’s reach, but to no avail. Kibum digs his fingers in, telling Jinki he’s not about to let up until he wants to, and giving in to the pleasure and Kibum’s will, Jinki lets his upper body collapse, his face pillowed by the butt that he apparently won’t be fucking today.

His breaths fall across pale flesh, and at first he doesn’t really register the way Kibum’s body sort of reacts to his own hot exhales. Its only when he licks his tongue out over his own lips, just by chance brushing over the swell of rounded cheek does he actually hear the small almost groan from the mouth filled with his cock. Jinki’s eyes open quickly at the sound, and he raises his head slightly, making his hair sweep over the fine skin. There’s no mistaking the way Kibum’s lower body subtly shivers under him. Jinki’s pants come faster, because there just might be some way of distracting Kibum into relinquishing his cock.

Jinki dusts his hands over the backs of Kibum’s thighs, trailing fingertips, earning him plenty of shivers from the long limbed body under his. The sucking on his cock doesn’t let up, but that tongue pauses for every touch that Jinki supplies. With his mouth hovering over flesh, Jinki lets the tip of his tongue run from the top of Kibum’s crack, trailing spider light between the two globes of flesh. He’s answered by a strangled yelp. Jinki repeats the action, that yelp coming in clear when Kibum’s mouth unfastens from his erection. Jinki’s ears can’t help but to berate him, because now he’s not sure which is worse for holding himself back: having his dick sucked or listening to Kibum’s voice.

He presses onward though, because for every second that he doesn’t continue Kibum goes back to trying to suck him off. Jinki’s hands move to the rolls of butt this time, and he lays an open mouth kiss to one cheek before pulling them apart gently.

With fingertips pressing into toned yet supple flesh, Jinki marvels at the place he’s suppose to invade. His hips shudder just from the sight alone. Kibum is ever so slightly rosy, tightly wrinkled and so tiny. Saliva starts to collect in Jinki’s mouth, and there’s notthought to stop himself, or take his time teasing around the area of that tight bud before he runs the flat of his tongue right over it.

Jinki moans, so loud and vibrating that he doesn’t even hear Kibum’s reply, can only feel it as the body under him writhes. Kibum’s scent is so strong in his nostrils that Jinki can taste it. He works his tongue over again and again, closing his lips around that entrance and sucking gently. His breath comes hot and moist over Kibum’s unexplored territory, hardly caring to pull his face away to breathe, greedily taking in oxygen through his nose as his mouth works over Kibum’s hole, his tongue bathing the area with full, fat, and lazy strokes. When he pulls away the area is glistening with his saliva, the tiny puckered hole flushed like Kibum’s face must be.

But as he’s taking in the view, Kibum is suddenly pulling away from him, trying to slide out from under his legs. Hands are on his thighs, though this time not to keep him steady, but so the thinner figure can pull his body out. Kibum twists his torso over so he’s flat on his back in the small moment of reprieve, his hips turning so that instead of Kibum’s backside, a hardening cock is left in its wake. Jinki moves quickly then, snagging his hands onto pelvis as Kibum tries almost desperately to get away from Jinki’s practiced mouth, but it only gets him stimulation in front.

Jinki sinks his mouth around Kibum’s dick, sucking sucking sucking at the soft length. Arousal hits Kibum quickly as his penis fills fast inside Jinki’s mouth, the length growing with each pull back of his lips. It doesn’t take long for them to be in a matching state once again, both fully erected, reaching towards their bellies. Jinki’s mouth pops off of Kibum’s arousal when he has to press his hands into the pet’s hips, pushing him against the bed as he tries to thrust upwards. He lets his tongue and lips smooth around the base, kissing at the swells of flesh below.

With Kibum no longer seeming to have the ability, or perhaps the care, to make Jinki pass on their bonding, the trainee moves his hands from Kibum’s hips to cradle his left arm under a thigh and around to the knee, holding him there while his mouth continues. He reaches blindly to the side to pick out the familiar tube, no longer worrying over his earlier anxieties of Kibum’s lubrication preference. His mind is too fixated on just getting inside the hole to think about whether Kibum likes oil, silicone, or water based products. When he grabs a hold of the desired choice of his own, Jinki pulls it to him.

Mouth still working on Kibum, Jinki coats his fingers in way too much of the slippery substance - not that he cares - before dipping them between quivering thighs. He threads his fingers past the cheeks of Kibum’s ass, jutting the tips of his manicured fingers along the hole that is now clenched tight. He rubs over the wrinkled flesh with his index finger, then pushes just the very tip in the center, circling slowly, trying to persuade it into relaxing some, but Kibum’s body is clearly far beyond relaxation.

With the area dripping with excess lube, Jinki aligns his finger, and pushes in as he moves his mouth to engulf Kibum’s entire length, his throat convulsing slightly when the cockhead hits the back of his throat. But he’s too preoccupied with the amazing tightness and heat that surrounds his digit to care. The sounds coming from Kibum’s mouth are ridiculous in their intensity, better than any sound Jinki can remember hearing in his entire life. His balls tighten up just from that voice and the twitching around his finger. He groans around Kibum’s cock while his head swims from trying not to shoot all over Kibum’s stomach right now.

Hands scrabble at the backs of his thighs when his mouth vibrates around Kibum’s erection, signaling Jinki to pull his mouth off. The wet cock slaps with a low thud against Kibum’s flat abdomen when he releases it, panting hard, trying - rather impossibly - to catch his breath.

Jinki starts to move his finger in more, then eases it out some, and watches as Kibum’s cock twitches in confused pleasure, mirroring his vocals. Jinki’s tongue slips out on his own lips as he eyes the delicious pink tinted flesh below his chin. Kibum has the hands down most perfectly pretty and proportionate cock that Jinki has ever laid eyes on. Its curve against Kibum’s stomach is arched so beautifully, the flesh is so smooth, so silky, his balls are so perfectly swollen and round and full. And the taste, fuck, the taste of it. Jinki now understood why some of the other trainees so loved sucking cock with everything they had, if every one of them tasted like Kibum, he would have probably choked to death on penis by now.

The stretching goes slower than he'd thought it would, Jinki hadn't anticipated for Kibum to be quite so tight. In all honesty, he'd never done any work or practice on an unpenetrated male before, and Kibum, who like him, had never bonded, it was new for Jinki. He could never have guessed that Kibum had never even been stretched before. Though, Kibum seemed to be doing well enough with two fingers, judging by the way his legs jerked at the knees whenever Jinki delicately brushed over his prostate.

With each farther push of his fingers, Jinki would stroke his hand along Kibum's leg. He trailed his tongue on the points of Kibum's pelvis, on the base of his cock, and on his thighs as he moved in a third finger. Kibum's hands came down to his wrist then, gripping it tight, leaving his thighs which the pet had been using like stress pillows. Jinki abruptly stopped pushing his finger in, ducking his head upside down, hair pooling next to Kibum’s cock, to look back at the other, face completely flushed, eyes wincing, mouth gasping.

Jinki stared, eyes widening. Was he doing something wrong? Kibum was reacting strangely to this, because the hold on his wrist wasn’t trying to push his fingers in faster, it was almost like, almost like Kibum didn’t want Jinki’s fingers in his ass. But, Jinki had to get three fingers in. He had to. His trainer had stressed it to him so much for a new pet. The trainer had even gone to the lengths of personally showing him how much even the thoroughly fucked practice pets didn't appreciate sex without proper stretching. Though, seeing Kibum, someone he was going to be potentially bonded to, his pet with his face wrenched so much, Jinki didn’t know what to do.

His dick wined and his heart sank when he slowly, slowly let his fingers pull out. He heard a sigh from behind him when he left the hole empty, a sigh that Jinki didn’t take for missing his fingers, but one of relief. Carefully, as though he were afraid to touch Kibum now, Jinki pulled his left leg over from where he had been straddling the other man. Kneeling beside him now, his cock still pulsing with want, Jinki let his hands rest on his thighs, the slippery one upturned with his fingers bent away from his own skin.

He watched Kibum’s chest settle a little in its rapid rise and fall, but the lighter haired male had his eyes closed, keeping whatever was going on in his head a complete mystery. Jinki felt failure and depression looming like a dark cloud above him, just waiting to descend with one word from the other.

“Kibum?”

Jinki’s voice was quiet, uncertain, as though if he spoke too loud it would insight the reaction that Kibum had given him just a short while before. When no answer came, he tried again, only slightly higher in volume.

“Ki-”

“I heard you.”

Jinki froze at Kibum’s tone, his throat going dry and sweat starting to break out on his forehead. Was this going to be it?

“Did I. . .” I was difficult for Jinki to even form the question. “Did I do something wrong?”

Kibum still didn’t look at him, or even show that he had heard, but Jinki was too intimidated to repeat himself again. He waited, silent, sure that he was going to be given the boot. When Kibum sighed, Jinki’s breathe stilled in morbid anticipation.

“No.”

No? No?

So then, he didn’t do anything wrong? Jinki couldn’t bring himself to feel relieved, not with an answer like that which didn’t make any kind of sense to him. Even though he probably should have just gone with it, Jinki knew he would never be at ease with just that. When Kibum didn’t continue, Jinki chanced prying.

“So, then why. . .?”

Kibum flopped a hand over his face, so that Jinki wasn’t able to see the blush spreading there. The level of voice that Jinki was used to from the other didn’t quite reach the norm when Kibum spoke, Jinki watching those slightly kiss swollen lips move.

“Because it feels fucking weird.”

A few long awkward seconds of muteness passed between the two.

“Oh. I see,” was Jinki’s calm reply.

The only problem was, internally he was freaking out because his brain was screaming that he completely DID NOT SEE. Something was strange here, but, Jinki couldn’t figure out what. Was this why Kibum wasn’t bonded yet? He'd heard about this kind of thing before, when some of the other trainee masters were picking on a practice pet out of sight from the trainers. The pet, he had apparently failed in his bond because he didn't like being fucked like the others did. It had been a strange concept to Jinki, but he really couldn’t imagine any reason for someone as perfect and pretty as Kibum would ever end up in a situation like this with him of all trainees.

The hopeful master ran the fingers of his right hand together, the pads slicking against each other with the lube warmed by Kibum's ass. He glanced back down to the pet’s well oiled nether regions. Honestly, Kibum hadn’t felt weird to him, unless weird was considered the new amazing. But, if Kibum really didn't want Jinki to fuck him, then, why had he seemed so adamant about it before? (Not to mention he was still clearly hard). Jinki rubbed at his forehead with the back of his wrist, closing his eyes, his head was really starting to feel mixed up with all this.

He sighed, more dejectedly than he'd meant for it to sound, and dropped his hand back to his own thigh. He looked over Kibum again, the other hadn't moved at all and was still covering his face.

"I just. . . I never thought that getting someone's fingers shoved up your asshole would actually feel kinda good."

Kibum moved his hand slightly then, raising it above his eyes to his brows, where he could look back at Jinki. The idol trainee was doing a very good impression of a statue right then, because for like the nth time in the last hour Kibum had pretty much fucked his mind. Jinki's draw dropped further when Kibum smirked at him, not dangerous or condescending, but like he was actually holding back a laugh.

Jinki's mouth opened and closed multiple times, but no words came out as his brain wasn't capable of forming a single coherent one, leaving his mouth flapping. When the muscles in his jaw finally seemed to gain control of themselves, he was able to keep his jaw shut, though his brain function still hadn't been restored, as he put the lube covered hand to the side of his head. It wasn't until Kibum's slightly disgusted looking expression while eyeing his hair told him what he'd just done.

Features cringing, Jinki pulled his hand away from his hair, the strands sticking with globs of the viscous substance. He couldn't help the laughter that started after that, all kinds of absurd strangled anxiety melting away with it. When the short lived laughter died away he sighed, tension in his shoulders falling away, and smile still on his lips.

He looked back to Kibum then, who was looking at him with something like bemusement, though maybe a thread of uncertainty for Jinki's sanity as well. Smile splitting into more of a grin, Jinki waggled his brows at Kibum, which seemed to make the pet's own slight upturning of lips immediately falter. But Jinki was already too preoccupied with feeling sort of high like the time he'd taken the vitamins for the wrong weight class, and dolloping his fingers with too much lube once more.

After doing so he quickly slunk himself between Kibum's legs this time, hunkering down a bit, using his dry hand to push the leg nearest it out more. When his fingers brushed against the exposed and shining hole, it twitched at his approach. Jinki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, because that was so fucking HOT. He pushed his middle finger forward then, his left hand tightening around Kibum's knee as the other instinctively tried to close his legs until his finger sunk all the way down to the base. The hole twitched again, almost like an invitation to suck more into it, and Jinki sort of lose his train of thought.

He became a man with a purpose, tongue working around his own mouth while he gripped Kibum's slender leg from kicking out and worked his finger into the other's hot depth. His eyes were trained on watching the way Kibum's hole eventually easily took in not one, but two of his fingers. Jinki unconsciously pressed his own aching dick into the mattress with each twist and shove of his fingers.

When he went to press in the third, trying to sneak it in almost, Kibum's hand again came down to catch his wrist, but this time Jinki ignored it and pressed the slippery digit past the resisting ring into the tight squeeze alongside the other two. The pressure and clenching and bodily shudder and slick hot velvet made him groan out, and earned a strangled sound from higher up the bed. Jinki couldn't help himself as he leaned forward and licked at the stretched entrance while curling his fingers.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kibum was almost yelling at him, and then almost sighing, "Jinki. . ."

Hearing his name, hearing his name like that, with his fingers inside of Kibum, Jinki completely lost it. Even though they'd only been inside for just enough time for Kibum's ass to start adjusting, Jinki couldn't restrain himself. He'd been more than admirable thus far, but Jinki really couldn't control it any more. A loud gasp reached his ears as his fingers were swiped from their burrow, leaving the stretched hole smothered in lube and slightly open as it twitched at him. His eyes rolled back in his head, groaning exhale leaving his lips at the sight, his hand finding his dick and giving it three very unnecessary jerks.

His mind barely registered the inner cry of "more lube! more lube!", his hand already ahead of his thoughts. He doesn't care as he leaves his most favorite container (the one he of course slicked Kibum up with), open to flop onto its side and spill onto the hardwood as he uses his arm to sweep all of his prized collection onto the floor because its in the way. He slathes an overkill of the stuff onto his cock, and wipes the excess onto the bedsheets so that when he goes to snatch Kibum's hips, he can pull the other male to him without slipping.

Jinki is panting, or rather perhaps minorly hyperventilating, when he uses a hand to angle the head of his dick towards Kibum's hole, the pet's legs slung out wide around him from the jerking movement he pulled Kibum into. Jinki's thighs are already quivering from on his knees in anticipation as his left hand tilts Kibum's hips upward. Jinki is just rearing his hips back a bit to push them forward when a opened palm flies to his chest, stilling him.

Kibum doesn't say anything as he's leaning upward, but the look that he gives Jinki says more than words ever could. Looking into the other's eyes, Jinki feels his chest calm a bit, his heart beat steadying into a fast but healthier pattern than the insane jumping it had been doing against his ribcage before. He knows that the slight widening of Kibum's eyes is due to the thundering of his heart that Kibum can feel with a hand on his chest, and for some reason, that doesn't make him embarrassed. It compels him to do something completely unnatural, at least by what standards Jinki knows. Though, when he leans down to catch Kibum's lips with his own, he can't think of anything that feels more natural in that moment.

And then the moment's gone, their lips parting, but Jinki's pulse is still thrumming with the intensity from those strange eyes. Only for me Jinki thinks, the thought quiet but somehow unsurprising in his own mind.

Knees shift forward slightly as Jinki puts just a few centimeters less between them, but its still not enough. His eyes leave Kibum's, who flops back against the mattress, as Jinki takes hold of his length, watching as the tip of himself presses into Kibum. When he presses more, its as though every fiber of Kibum is resisting him, and for a moment Jinki thinks that maybe he really won't be able to fit. But then Kibum's shivering legs go completely taught, muscles contorting, tendons flexing, and the entire head of Jinki's dick slips inside at once.

He's not really sure whose mouth makes the cry that reaches his ears then. His heart skips back into its dangerous rapid pattern of irregularity and his shoulders tense as he tries not to dig his hand into Kibum's thigh too hard. Jinki can already feel himself sweating, but he doesn't spare it a thought, not when Kibum is so HOT around him.

Much more smoothly, Jinki continues to slide inside the already stretched entrance. Even though his eyes are completely absorbed with watching their bodies connect, Jinki knows that its Kibum who sounds like he's thinking about dying or passing out or something. Guilt settles in Jinki's stomach, but the arousal there is too strong for those wordless noises to override it.

He's not sure if Kibum's death grip on his thigh, nails easily digging into his tanned skin, is because he's going to slow or not, because Jinki doesn't just shove himself in. He wonders if it might be better to just get it over with, but with every centimeter of Kibum that he fills it seems to take twice as long for the muscle surrounding him to adjust. He pushes in a little too much once, and Kibum's body arches up off the bed, back bending so severely Jinki fears he might hurt himself. Soft stuttered apologies and mumbled guilty words tumble out of his mouth, though he has no idea what he's saying, or if it even matters because he's not sure Kibum is even listening.

Jinki doesn’t push all the way in. He wants to, so so so badly, he wants to be fully engulfed inside of the contracting smooth muscle, but he doesn’t dare, not when Kibum already seems to be threatening to snap himself in two just to get away from him. When he’s in as much as he dares, he chances a look at Kibum’s face, and half wishes he hadn’t. His hands immediately leave their hold of slender hip and thigh, useless because Kibum really can’t go anywhere right now. Jinki feels like he has to try and comfort Kibum, because he can tell, even though they barely know each other, he already knows that the tear at the corner of Kibum’s eye is a rare thing.

He leans forward and hugs his arms under Kibum’s, the shift in movement of his torso making Kibum shudder in his hold. “Sorry,” Jinki says unthinking, faintly realizing that he probably just pushed himself further in, angled his hips differently. He hugs Kibum tight and tucks his face into the other’s neck, can smell the Kibum spicy scented sweat there, feel it on his face. He is surprised when a hand snags at his hair, at first harsh, pulling at his roots, but quickly going gentle, almost like Kibum was trying to reprimand him and comfort him all it once. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jinki was on sensory overload right then, his formerly virginal cock sheathed inside another man’s ass, his bare chest pressed against an equally hot one, he might have smiled at that.

He stays like that for a while, maybe a minute, maybe five, he’s not sure, he’s too fixated on every single twitch around his cock as the muscle adjusts to its intruder. He’s doesn’t think that Kibum is actually “adjusting” to this like he was told, or maybe he just had a scewed idea of what “adjusted” would be, because the tight walls around him don’t loosen or anything. Kibum’s legs have stopped their nearly cramp inducing flexing, and he seems to be breathing a tad more normally underneath Jinki. Jinki himself isn’t quite sure though if he can handle any more stimulation. The very idea of such tight friction has Jinki's dick trembling. He doesn’t get much of a chance to mull over it any longer though when Kibum’s hand tugs at his hair lightly.

“Hey,” Jinki’s stomach flutters warmly at the breathy, almost husky tone Kibum’s voice has taken when the other’s lips speak into his hair. “Aren’t you supposed to move now, or something?”

Words escape Jinki. He has no way of answering back to that except for doing as stated. As though his hips are on strings, controlled by Kibum’s voice, Jinki tilts them forward, experimentally. When Kibum doesn’t scream and kick and try to wrench him off, and when he doesn’t immediately come, Jinki turns his face deeper into the crook of Kibum’s neck and pulls his hips back. The slide back in is jerky and short and awesome, and after that he tries it again. He’s awkward at first, but it only take a few strokes for the years of practiced thrusting to take over. Its a good thing he has muscle memory to let his body rely on, or else Jinki’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have lasted more than a few terrible twitches. Kibum doesn’t seem to be too upset about it either, though, Jinki could be entirely misinterpreting the gripping in his hair and the whimpering, catching moans from the other's mouth.


Its hot and slick between them, sweat now coating Jinki’s body from the exertions his abdomen is going through. Their positions haven’t changed, mainly because Jinki is nearly overwhelmed by the feeling from where he is now. He’s still pressed down against Kibum, and clutching his arms under the other male’s shoulders as his hips find a pace, thrusting in and out in short, somewhat careful strokes. Kibum has wrapped himself around him, perhaps not intentionally, but Jinki doesn’t think about that. All he knows is the heat of Kibum’s skin, the feel of Kibum’s body, the way Kibum’s hands alternate from digging into him to pulling at the sheets, how Kibum’s legs are spread around his own thighs. Jinki usually makes it a point of keeping his distance from others, but there is no trace of awkwardness to be felt as he continues to hug himself to the man under him.

Heat like a whirling fire melts from his core, the sensations his cock is experiencing somehow clenching deep in his abdomen like a tangible energy. Jinki understand what that translates to, that if he keeps going like this he’s going to peak soon. While part of him really just wants to keep thrusting and keep the slippery squeezing friction going against his length, he’s unable to ignore the less animalistic side that wants to cater to Kibum. His hips still and he breathes against Kibum’s neck, inhaling the man’s scent with every filling of his lungs. It takes a lot more effort than he’d thought it would when he slips his arms from under Kibum’s shoulders, and he groans quietly, almost in agony, when he pulls himself up off the other’s chest.

For how hard on him it had been to untangle his arms from the pet, Jinki is thoroughly rewarded for his willpower. Although the blanketing heat of Kibum is gone now, he can’t help thinking that he’d actually been missing out by burring his face into the other’s neck, because he hadn’t been able to experience the sight of Kibum. Now that he is looking down at him though, his eyes can’t seem to look away, except for the glance down to his length as its halfway sunk into Kibum’s hole. He moves, ever so slightly, to watch himself disappear a bit more, which is probably a bad idea because now he can’t stop doing it.

A bead of sweat trickles down his face, hanging off his chin before it slips away from his skin to fall onto Kibum’s pelvis. Jinki’s hand follows his perspiration, smoothing over Kibum’s raised thigh, over the dip of hip, to hug around the base of the pet’s cock. Jinki uses his other hand to pull Kibum up to him more, bringing the supple ass closer to his lap as his knees bend to sitting back on his heels. As his hips move, again finding the medium, short thrusting pace, Jinki’s hand does a slow pull up Kibum’s length. His gut tightens with that same warm flush when an appreciative sound reaches his ears. He slicks the same hand down again, past Kibum’s balls to his ass, sweeping some lube from outside his cheeks. Both males sigh happily when his hand travels back up to Kibum’s cock, now slick over the erection. Jinki wraps his fingers and works them in a circle over the length, quickly bringing Kibum back to being completely hard.

The combination of his hand on Kibum’s dick, his own shifting in and out of Kibum’s tight ass, and the change in Kibum’s voice has Jinki closing in on the edge faster than he can ever remember. The once smooth fisting along the hard flesh in his hand gets sloppy and jerky just as the muscles in his lower back and hips start to forget all their training. His breath comes ragged as they end in small grunts which punctuate each flick of his hips. His hips tilt upwards as his backside sinks down to give him more leverage with his rapid pace, no longer just rubbing over Kibum’s prostate, but fully striking it. The body below him writhes in a confusion of sensation, and just as Kibum’s voice hits a note that seems directly in tandum with the pulsing of Jinki’s cock, the trainee tilts his head back and lets out one long throaty moan of over indulgence. He sinks into Kibum and his entire torso convulses in a series of spasms, eyes rolling with his head thrown back and teeth clenched as his balls go tight, releasing his orgasm.

The exposure of his neck to Kibum is an unintentional invite, almost a call of his subconscious, silently clawing out for the answering genes in the other male. Jinki is in the midst of orgasm when a duo of twin daggers pierce his throat, the fast, purposeful upward movement of Kibum’s strong body easily enough to make him collapse backwards while he’s still shooting his seed inside of the turning male. His legs are folded awkwardly under him and his hand is still on Kibum’s dick as the pet’s weight crushes onto his chest, limbs wrapping tighter and far more possessive around his body than the hold he had on Kibum earlier. All Jinki can focus on though, even in the blinding white haze of his orgasm, is the pleasure-pain in his neck. His vocal chords vibrate but he doesn’t hear himself cry out at the deep, territorial bite of razor sharp fangs as they sink deeper. He feels the fluid of Kibum’s desire flood over his hand and onto his abs, sticking and staining the heat into his stomach like melted wax. Jinki twitches and rocks his body almost like caught prey trying to get away, though its not in fear, but in euphoria.

He is overwhelmed to the point of every sense becoming so acute for Kibum, but so muffled and unfeeling of anything else, that Jinki forgets everything about himself. All things before Kibum are washed out of his system in that moment, so that like a newborn being brought into the world, all that matters is the man who created him, the man who is one with him now, bearing down on him and bringing him life. Kibum’s scent smacks into him, almost crushing him with its intensity, as though what he had smelt before was nothing but the barest teasing hint. It makes his breath halt, his lungs stop their innate need to expand with oxygen, because the scent is so thick and strong Jinki feels like if he inhales he will drown in it.

-> When his lungs begin to burn with need, Jinki takes the plunge then, drinking up Kibum's scent like water. He swallows it down, letting it fill his chest, filter from his lungs into his blood, into every vessel, then every cell of his body. As it courses through the flesh, something washes over him. Its strong and fast and heavy, like a tidal wave, smothering him and crushing the air that he'd so greedily sucked in back out of his lungs. His blood tingles, then boils, searing him all over, the pleasant sensations he was experiencing now forgotten. He burns, just under his skin, so painful, so hot, somehow centering in his balls. His dick throbs. Despite just ejaculating, he's so hard, too hard, and he groans, so low, so throaty, so animal.

The bite in his neck is now just pain, everything is just pain. Kibum's skin is like fire to his already burning body. Kibum. He's the one doing this to him, his fault. Jinki's emotions mix in the pit of his belly, twisting until something like rage emerges, something he's never felt before. His hand flies from its grip on the bed to snag in Kibum's short hair, and he pulls, no, he tears Kibum off of him.

Fangs grab at his flesh, making the punctures worse, bigger, and Jinki doesn't even try to restrain the anger and how much it hurts as it pours out with his voice. He moves fast, too fast, and it makes his head spin, disorients himself, but his body knows what to do. It just knows. Their positions are suddenly switched, with Kibum pressed down into the bed on his stomach. Jinki's dick slips out of the other's ass while they flip, and his eyes go wide at the sight of just how fucking hard he is.

Just looking at it hurts, like he's been restrained for far too long. He doesn't understand it, but then, understanding it doesn't matter right now. Right now, all he wants is to stop it, make the burning and craving end. Jinki is a mess inside, his head is swimming, and his senses are foggy like he's been pulled underwater. All he can see is Kibum, all he can feel is the weight and need clenching in his balls. He feels possessed, possessed by an energy so strong and invincible that no matter how Kibum cries or protests it won't matter.

He drags his nails along Kibum's sides, down his back and over his ass, loving the way thing ribbons of red follow his touch. Quickly, his hands move, and grab at Kibum's pelvis, hoisting it up so easily that he doesn't have the slightest inkling if Kibum resists or not. The flesh in his hands feels so soft, like butter, and Jinki knows he could rip it all up. With one hand on the small of Kibum's back, keeping his hips steady, the other pushing Kibum's face into the mattress, Jinki positions himself and spears back into Kibum. He opens him up with the entire length of his cock, and the first breath of relief turns into a sinister chuckle when he realizes he's balls deep in his pet.

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Two women walk leisurely along under the florescent light in the hall. They've just left the lounge area, and are now each carrying a cup of tea and a cookie. One munches a bit on hers while they walk, the two talking happily as they exchange thoughts of how the master trainee is doing.

"I bet Jinki's gonna still be in the shower. Maybe he'll just try to drown himself in there or something."

The other woman scoffs, "Wouldn't be the first time."

They both giggle a little, remembering the time that the trainee slipped and knocked himself unconscious in the shower. Their laughter just starts to die when they reach the door to the viewing control room, one woman opening the door for the other. They settle back down into their seats, each checking over a few of the other trainee pairs and typing up notes for their boss too look over. Then its time to check on Jinki and the pet again, both back to smiling over the ridiculousness that seems to follow that particular male.

"I really hope he's done something crazy again, like when he broke the bed."

The other female snorts on her tea. "I don't think I'll ever forget that." Her smile persists even when she sighs. "It will be a little sad though, since we won't be able to watch him any more after this."

They both sigh in slight - very slight - melancholy as one brings up his cameras on the screen in front of them.

One of the women spits her mouthful of tea all over the screen while the other drops her oatmeal cookie onto the floor.

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Jinki is plowing into Kibum's ass mindlessly now. His teeth are gritted together, and blood trickles along his lower lip where his upper fang accidently pierced it. He hardly notices though, as the cut is already healing itself.

Kibum has stopped any kind of struggling in favor of gripping the bed for dear life as Jinki threatens to ram him into the headboard with every thrust. Jinki's hair is sticking to his face and neck, plastered there with sweat. It rolls down the center of his chest, glistens along his back, drips over his balls which feel like they're about to burst.

His dick keeps pressing into Kibum, searching for his release, and for every second that he doesn't find it Jinki gets more frustrated, more irritated, and slams harder into Kibum's ass. His pelvis hammers into the globes of Kibum's backside, now flushed red from Jinki's hands, gripping, groping, slapping. He pulls a hand back and smacks it to the flesh once more, his palm stinging from the force it, the pained cry from the pet ringing in his ears.

He palms the muscle of Kibum's ass, holding him up as the thighs beneath shake an quiver with exhaustion until they finally give up with a yelp from somewhere in the pillows at the other end of the bed. Jinki doesn't stop though. When Kibum is flat on his stomach he doesn't falter a second and just keeps pounding into the slick hole. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in again, his balls swinging to slap forward wetly.

Finally.

Jinki finally feels himself getting close after far too long. His stomach tingles hotly, and his hips surge even faster with the encouragement. Jinki reaches forward and grabs pink tinted hair into his fist once more. He yanks Kibum's face out of the pillows, the raw cries no longer muffled. He keeps moving like that, with Kibum's neck pulled back, mouth open and moaning for him. Jinki slows then, until its just a slight undulation of his hips before he stops altogether. His dick pulsates with want for more friction, but his core wants more for Kibum.

"Let's try this again, shall we? Who's your master Kibum?"

Kibum shakes his head, ignoring the pull of his scalp. Jinki watches as a tear slides down the path of saltwater on the pale cheek. It does nothing to satisfy him, or quell his need. Jinki growls, furious, frustrated. He pulls out fast, his erection slipping out of Kibum's ass with a sick squelch. Kibum wines and cries, one hand flying back, grabbing at air, uselessly trying to get Jinki to listen to him.

"Fuck! Fine! Fine! You!"

Jinki's lip curls, exposing his fangs to the back of Kibum's head. "Me what?" he rumbles darkly.

"The master! You're the master!"

"Whose master am I?"

"Mine! You're mine damnit! So fuck me!"

Kibum doesn't need to repeat himself, the desperation in his voice more than enough for Jinki to understand. Kibum shrieks when Jinki shoves back in to his open hole, all the way in with just one stroke. As Jinki's hips find their way, his grip in Kibum's hair loosens until he's smoothing it in the short hair, trailing fingers in a gentle caress.

He's getting closer, the sensations buzzing all inside him, his cock being clenched by nothing but smooth Kibum, hot and pulling him in. His eyes close as he leans forward, erection plunging in and out. He presses a kiss to the back of Kibum's shoulder.

"Yours," he says in a growl.

Kibum groans so hard that it sounds like his vocal chords might snap. The slap of Jinki's pelvis into Kibum's ass nearly drowns out his breathless answer.

"Mine."

Somehow he finds the breath to escalate.

"Mine."

Jinki snaps his hips harder, faster, deeper, his hot breath spilling all over Kibum's shoulders.

"Mine."

Jinki's fingers curl tight into the sheets, slicing through them and into his own palms as his abdomen clenches tight as the body under his seizes up.

"Mine!"

Jinki's strength leaves him, and he falls forward, weight collapsing onto Kibum's back. His mouth is open in a bite that he fails to apply, just as his fangs turn back into blunt human teeth. Shit he thinks, because instinct tells him that he missed something important, something necessary, something binding. As he gives into the blanket of exhaustion covering him there's another thought telling him that he's failed something once again.

I'll get it right someday. Kibum.

The thought never makes it past his lips.