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#neulbin bin's favourite thing is feeling restrained in the beginning, it was all his suggestion. he really wanted to know how it feels when he's not allowed to use his hands or any part of his body for that matter. he's always enjoyed a bit of pain and that might have been the driving force. neul wasn't so sure he could do it properly. he loves his boyfriend and wants to make the experience memorable for him. but he's never done it before. he's never really tried being a dom. surprisingly, the first time they do it, it goes well. it's like some entity possesses him. he gets drunk off the power rush and he's no longer thinking clearly. first he holds bin close to his body, close enough that the younger can feel his erection straining against his pants. bin whimpers, pushing his ass back for more but of course, neul can't have that. with a stern voice, he instructs bin to stay still and slowly, ever so slowly, he traces featherlight touches over his front, driving bin crazy with it. all sorts of noises fall from bin's lips and neul bathes in it. the fact that he's doing well for his boyfriend is enough to make him feel like he's gonna cum right there and then. but he holds it back. he unzips the front of bin's pants, holding the squirming guy tight as he finally frees bin's aching cock. he doesn't jerk bin off. instead, he instructs bin to thrust into his fist. bin loves hip thrusting so much like a whore on stage so he might as well do it now. desperate, bin does it over and over again until he finally spills all over neul's hands with neul whispering sweet praises in his ears. but neul isn't done with him yet. pulling bin across the room, he settles both of them in front of the life sized mirror and bends the younger over. forced to look at his reflection, neul fucks his boyfriend past the brink of overstimulation until bin's voice can be heard outside the room, until bin is nothing but a crying mess. bin can't escape being fucked to oblivion because he's restrained. maybe he doesn't want to escape anyway. this is his favourite thing in the world.

#neulbin neul loves when bin goes into subspace. it starts with the way bin's eyelids flutter shut, his head leaning back against neul's body as all the remaining resistance melts out of his muscles. the lingering ache from practice and all the responsibility bin has to shoulder on his own goes away once neul massages him softly. it all starts to blend together into a warm heavy haze. neul's hands stay firmly planted on bin's shoulders, thumbs tracing circles over his collarbones. in reality this should keep bin in the present but with each passing second his mind drifts far out of reach. bin's breathing turns shallow, completely yielded to neul's control, body slack and so responsive to the subtle pressure guiding him. as bin goes deeper into that space, he feels neul grow harder against him, the warm pressure of his cock against his back making bin feel all dumb and horny. god, how he wants to feel that big cock stretching him apart.