I can jerk my arms around, but they’re stuck above my head. I can move my one free leg, but he’s between my thighs and on top of me, so all I can do is hook it around his waist and keep him in place. My other leg is trapped against the soft leather. I can kick it a bit, but it doesn’t go anywhere.
“Shit,” I manage to say, blinking at Young-gi. “Holy shit.”
“Look at this,” Young-gi purrs. “My very own little toy. It’s a long drive back home, sweet boy. I hope we don’t get bored.”
“Nngh–” The moan/gargle that escapes me is embarrassing because literally all he did is dirty talk me a bit and I’m fucking dying for him.
“You know, I’m still pretty new to being with a man,” Young-gi says. He shifts back between my thighs and shoves my free leg up and out, further immobilizing me. “I think I should study a bit more. Do me a favor and just lie there, would you?”
“What kind of fucked up roleplay is this?” I hiss, trying not to whine for him, to beg for his dick.
“Just taking a look. Seeing what you need.” His final word is a dare, a burning match thrown on my gasoline. And I know we’re past this, past my hang-up about not needing anything, but I can tell what he wants from me. He wants me to play a little bit. To give him a chance to pass another test.
“I don’t need anything,” I grit out while his fingers gently, teasingly trace the muscles of my abdomen.
“No?” he asks idly, not even looking at my face anymore. Just watching his hands as if that’s what’s important. “Interesting. This says otherwise.”
He cups the bulge in my underwear, and I try to push up into his palm, but I can’t move very much.
“Fuck,” I whisper, already feeling broken. He’s going to tease me mercilessly, I can tell. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“To deserve my attention?” Young-gi clarifies, teasing around the edges of my underwear, ghosting his fingers further down between my legs, behind my balls. “To deserve being worshiped and held down and enjoyed? To deserve getting teased and tormented?”
“Y-yeah, that,” I stutter as he traces my opening through the fabric. I wish he’d take them off already.
“Everything,” Young-gi says indulgently. “You’re such a good boy all the time, Tommy. You deserve all this and more.”
I groan because he makes it sound like a reward, and I guess he’s right. I want his undivided attention. I want him to make me settle down and submit. I want whatever he gives me.
“Just so you know,” Young-gi says as he resumes his exploration of my exposed chest, my vulnerable body, “this isn’t about making you cum or not cum. There is no expectation here. I just want to have a little fun, pay a little attention to you. Pass your test. I just want to prove it. Understand?”
I nod frantically, already trying to hump him but unable to. My eyes roll back as one of his hands gets to my neck. I swear I have a conditioned response to his fingers wrapping around my throat. Makes my dick even harder.
“Good,” he says, sounding amused and turned on. “Good boy.”
And the praise makes me moan as much as the touching does. His laugh is evil and appreciative. He slides one hand beneath my head and grips my hair, holding my head still. With a growl, he leans over me, crushes me beneath his weight, and kisses me again. I groan, almost in tears, because how does he unravel me so fast? How does he know exactly how long to withhold what I want to make it feel perfect?
My lips and tongue tingle and spark with heat. The slick slide of our kiss and heated, panting breath takes over my mind. My thoughts become sluggish and I struggle against my bindings so I can feel them against my skin, so I can feel how powerless I am. How safe I am.
Young-gi presses his hips against mine, despite the clothes. I wrap my free leg around his waist and urge him to do it again. We both moan, muffled and wet in each other’s mouths, as he grinds against me.
“Damn,” he puffs against my cheek as he trails his kisses to my jaw. “I feel like a fucking teenager with you. How do you make me so crazy that I want to rub off on you in my fucking clothes? You’re intoxicating, you’re perfect for me. So fucking brilliant and bright. You burn and burn and burn, Tommy.”
“Young-gi,” I gasp when he nibbles on my ear. He’s right, we’re basically dry humping each other. It’s such a strangely intimate way to explore this bondage, to see how I react to it. Like this oddly beginner-friendly sexual activity is making the more extreme, trigger-adjacent situation tolerable for me. Makes it exciting and good, instead of scary and too much.
“D-daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.”
“I’m gonna play with you first,” Young-gi says. He pulls back enough to suck on his fingers, wetting them. I groan and writhe, knowing exactly what he’s planning on doing next. A strange surge of desire and anxiety spikes inside me. He sits back on his knees and rips my underwear like they’re made of paper instead of cotton. Pushing my loose leg up, exposing my ass to him, he teases those wet fingers against my entrance. His eyes are so dark and intense.
I wriggle, but I can’t get free. I’m trapped.
God, fuck me, I don’t know why I like it so much with Young-gi, but it’s so achingly good that I feel like I might cum just from being at his mercy.
“This must be love,” he whispers, almost to himself. His stare is on my entrance as he slowly pushes inside me, teases those clever fingers around and around my hole. His single-minded focus is so hot I feel a flush warm me from head to toe.
“I’m gonna cum so fast,” I warn him, then regret it because of course thinking about it makes me doubt it, and suddenly I’m feeling self-conscious because what if I can’t follow through on that? What if I can’t–
He crooks his fingers inside me with a smile. A soft, kind smile like we’re on a first date and not having a kinky moment in the back of a limousine.
