97: Epilogue Part 1: Home

Stephen gasped, his body arching violently up from the bed. His hands were above him, tightly bound together but hanging with enough slack from the headboard so that Inho could move him around at will. They were in Inho’s Vancouver apartment, two months after they’d reunited in Korea, and it was early afternoon– or late morning, he wasn’t sure how long they’d been at this. His body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, and it mixed with the tears under his blindfold, stinging his eyes.

The device inside him was buzzing a rapid pulse that had his whole body jolting to a rhythm, but it was the hand on his oversensitive cock that made him shake and yelp. He’d already cum twice and the slick swirl of Inho’s palm on his sensitive tip had him writhing. “No!” Stephen begged, half laughing, half crying. “I can’t cum anymore right now!” He giggled helplessly as he flinched, trying to escape the Inho’s teasing, torturous touch. “Don’t rub it like – agh! You’re gonna make me pee.”

The hand paused, and Inho spoke, his voice uncertain, “Are… Are you into that?”

“No!” Stephen laughed, “Not on the bed anyway…” He’d nagged Inho for ages to dominate him in BDSM play, rather than playing the usual bratty sub role he suited so well. But, now that they were finally trying it, fulfilling that long-standing fantasy of Stephen’s, he found himself hyper aware of the dynamic shift. Somehow rather than dominant, Inho’s efforts, while skillful, came off painfully adorable.

Inho covered Stephen’s mouth roughly with a sticky hand. “Shut up. Stop laughing.” Stephen took a deep breath and attempted to obey. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Inho sighed and Stephen could almost hear him roll his eyes as he guided Stephen to flip over onto his knees and elbows, then pulled the vibrator out of his ass. “You’re the worst sub, you know?” Stephen chuckled again, then grit his teeth in preparation as he felt Inho drag a flogger against his back side.

Inho built it up slowly, starting with gentle taps. The skin on Stephen’s hips grew warm and tender. He leaned into it, breathing out moans till each sharp crack against his skin was at the upper limit of what he could tolerate. He didn’t even consider saying their safe word though, and soon he was so sodden with endorphins, that he couldn’t tell if it hurt or not anymore. He was hard still, and twitched with each spank, a deep visceral heat shuddering from his lower stomach and through his groin. Inho dragged the flogger over his back, choosing a new spot to strike, and Stephen growled in protest, “Wait, more… please.” The please came a little late and he wondered idly if Inho would notice.

“Please what?” Inho purred somewhere behind him, before pressing himself against Stephen’s ready hole. Stephen pushed back against him, earning him a hard slap on the flank from Inho’s palm. That would have stung both ways. He grinned. “Please what?” Inho asked again, a little too eager.

“Please fuck me really hard. I wanna feel this at work on Monday”

“No. No requests,” Inho said, despite the fact that he’d asked. Twice.

So cute, Stephen thought fondly. Inho flipped him over again– so cute, and so indecisive.

Inho pulled off the blindfold, and climbed up to straddle his lap. “Requests get punished.”

“Nobody told me this rule.” Stephen blinked innocently in the light. Inho frowned.

“Shut up, and watch.” Inho angled his hips towards Stephen to give him a full view, supporting himself with a hand on the sheets behind his back. He slipped his fingers inside himself and began toying, pressing in and out. Pausing to rub the entrance. He shut his eyes and moaned, grinding his hips on Stephen’s lap.

Stephen found himself straining against his bonds as he tried to pull closer, see more. “I don’t know how this is a punishment,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I quite like it, actually.”

Inho ignored him, and started pumping his hand on his own dick instead. He opened his eyes at a last, and turned a scalding gaze on Stephen’s rapt expression. Inho bit his lower lip, and dragged it under his teeth hard and slow. Stephen made an involuntary noise and jerked towards him again.

Inho smiled at him, a red flush was spreading from his cheeks and neck down his chest, he raised a hand to toy with his nipple, perfectly framed in the leather harness Stephen had insisted he wear. Despite the gear, he still didn’t look dominant, he looked like the same hot incubus of a sub that he always was– cute and filthy enough to drive a man crazy with lust. Stephen’s voice was urgent when he spoke, “Inho. Inho, untie me.”

Inho ignored him, instead crawling around so he faced away from Stephen, then slowly, painfully slowly, lowered himself onto Stephen’s throbbing aching shaft. Stephen almost came then, and held back only by virtue of having cum several times already. Inho rocked in slow fluid movements, rolling his hips and spine, showing off his perfect ass to full effect.

Stephen grunted, desperation making his voice rough, “Inho, I mean it– untie me right now.”

The rope was biting into his wrists where he strained against them. Inho looked at him over his shoulder and smirked before tossing his head back, “Mmm...Ahhh. It feels good.” He paused, with Stephen buried inside him to the hilt. “Don’t you feel good?” He didn’t move. Stephen tried to thrust up against him, but Inho was pressing down hard. Inho rubbed his abs, “Look I’m full up to here, can you see?” He slipped off and moved over Stephen, putting himself in Stephen’s face, gesturing to his bellybutton, “Right here.” His red pulsing member brushed Stephen’s cheek, leaving sticky drops where it touched.

“Inho, untie me or I’m gonna say the safeword.”