[M] Chapter 7 (1/1)

“Say that again?” Jiyong challenged as he narrowed his eyes at the younger man. “No, I will not take off my clothes.” Seungri tilted his chin and accepted the challenge in the other’s eyes. “I will not do something that I don’t want to.” Raising both his brows, “What did I say about disobeying me?” Jiyong strode towards Seungri like how a predator stalked its prey. He approached the younger man and grabbed his arm—jerking and bringing him flush against his chest. “Do you want me to tie you up?” Seungri let out a half sob. “Am I really just a pet to you?” He looked up teary eyed at the silent man, who held his chin firm in one hand now. Neither said a thing as they just stared at each other. It was Jiyong who moved first. The taller man leaned down and smashed his lips hard onto Seungri’s, bruising the tender flesh as he tasted blood. He held the head firm when the other tried to escape, kissing him even more fervently. When he felt the younger man start to give in to the kiss, Jiyong made use of the opportunity to carry him to the bed.He lay on top of Seungri, trapping him with his body as he started to yank on the other’s tie. “Jiyong—“ Seungri cried out. He struggled when the other man pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Putting his hands to Jiyong’s chest, he pushed, hard. He needs to push him away before he gets too weak, and fall under his spell—before he couldn’t find any will anymore to stop him for he knows he can never resist Jiyong. “I HAVE FEELINGS TOO!” Jiyong stopped at the sudden outburst. He raised his head from his neck and looked down into a pair of glossy eyes. “I have feelings too.” Seungri choked, maintaining their eye contact. “It’s her isn’t it? You loved her, but you had no choice because she loved someone else. It hurts doesn’t it?” Tears washed his face as he carried on with a shaky voice. “It hurts for me too. When you do this… it hurts. It hurts thinking she’s on your mind when you’re having sex with me.” Seungri curled his fingers into Jiyong’s shirt, gripping the fabric tight as he fought his turmoil. Jiyong said nothing, just quietly looked back as the other searched him desperately with his sad eyes. Several heart beats passed before the elder slowly leaned down again and captured Seungri’s lips sweetly in a thorough kiss. The younger man whimpered. Breaking the kiss to trail his lips down the delicate jaw line, “But you’re on my mind right now.” Jiyong sucked on the base of his neck, nibbling and licking the flesh there. “No one else is there but you.” He claimed the other’s mouth in a passionate kiss and Seungri moaned. The hands gripping his shirt slid up and buried its fingers into his soft hair. “Anyone or anything can come in between us,” Jiyong whispered kisses across the younger man’s face. “—but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine...” He licked the shell of his ear and smiled when a shudder went through the other man. “—and that you’ll always want me.” Seungri shut his eyes tight as his desire for the elder took over. It’s too late now. Nothing can stop the need to have the man’s hands on his body, to have him inside of him—claiming his body. Seungri whimpered when his clothes were literally torn away from his body, the sudden chill against his skin gave him goose pimples before a warm body pressed down deliciously onto him. “Just when I thought you will behave without me on my guard. Shall I punish you?” Jiyong whispered hotly against the other’s ear. “Hm? Seungri?” Seungri widened his eyes when he felt soft silk around his neck. “Jiyong—“ “This is what you get for disobeying me.” Jiyong muttered as he secured his tie around the younger man’s neck. Something about seeing him naked with only a thin scrape of fabric turned Jiyong on more than anything else. Seungri cried out when fingers suddenly intruded his entrance. He gripped Jiyong’s arms and thrust down on the fingers. He felt another finger joined in the intrusion and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “Hah—“ Seungri squeezed his eyes shut when the fingers curled inside him, the intense pleasure shot through him as the other man massaged his prostate. “You like this?” Jiyong nibbled on the younger man’s lower lip. “Tell me what you like Seungri.” He planted open mouthed kisses on the other’s chest, sucking and nipping the skin as he went—his fingers now moving in and out of him languidly. He tongued the nipples and the man below him cried out once again. “Tell me Seungri.” He commanded. “L—like this,” Seungri gasped in pleasure when Jiyong moved lower to lick the head of his cock teasingly. “I like you to be in control.” He let out a long moan when wet heat engulfed his shaft—a little suction around the hard flesh had him lost in the abyss. “Jiyong—“ “Good, I want you to know your place Seungri.” Jiyong said as he licked up the length of the other’s body. “You are mine and you do not say no to me. I get whatever I want from you and you will not question my needs. Do you understand me?” “Y—yes.” Seungri yelped when Jiyong suddenly flipped him over and placed him on all fours. “You will please me like how a slave pleases his master.” Jiyong growled out as he plunged deep into the younger man, shoving his thick length up to the hilt. “This will be the last time I’m telling you this.” “Nh—H—Jiyong—“ Seungri bit his lower lip as he grunted in pleasure. Jiyong was moving in and out of him so fast he couldn’t breathe. He squeezed his muscles about the hard length and felt pride when a manly groan escaped the other. Too fast, too much, and yet, Seungri wants more. “Deeper, ah Jiyong, I want—deeper—“He gasped when Jiyong grabbed the silk around his neck and shifted him again at the same time. This time, he found himself sitting on the other’s lap, back against his muscled chest. He couldn’t even find the time to think when the elder was moving again. Hands gripped him behind the knees and he was spread wide—a position Seungri had always found erotic and secretly loved. His erection twitched in excitement—muscles clenched even tighter around Jiyong’s cock due to the position. He whimpered when a hand came and wrapped around his leaking cock. “AH—“ Seungri came and spurted onto the sheets before him, painting the hand that still milked his cock with white heat. He used the remaining of his strength to grind down hard onto the other man and felt immense triumph when Jiyong came with a guttural groan. It touched him deep inside that he could draw such a response from the elder, that he too can affect him in such a way. He leaned back against the strong chest, throwing back his head and moaned as heat coated the insides of him, filling him. Jiyong pulled out before Seungri could say anything and placed him on the bed gently. He looked down at the younger man with an expression so tender that almost made Seungri weep. Brushing the damp hair back from his forehead, Jiyong smiled and locked those amber orbs onto Seungri’s still glossy ones. Seungri was so overwhelmed with feels he knew are forbidden now, he swallowed thickly at the emotions welling up inside him. He was searching for something in the other’s eyes, anything at all. Then, they broke eye contact. Kissing him firmly on the forehead, Jiyong said softly. “Sleep tight.”