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we’ll own each other up all night
— 1 —
There was some sparkling behind his eyes. He had heard all the rumors, the whispers and giggles; a sweet little treat hidden at plain sight. In a room full of people, show after show came and went for eager eyes. From soft beginners, curious bodies full of yearning; little fingers which didn’t even know how to proper tight a knot to people like him, always at the hunt, lurking in the shadows.
Meeting eyes had been more than a coincidence. Any other soul had bow, showing respect, fear and excitement —he was not one to come along in routine, he was more of a source of reckoning which no one ever knew when to expect. Reasons why to be standing in a far corner with piercing eyes following ahead felt equally demanding as entertaining.
Loosing such beauty felt closer to heartbreak.
There were too many people, has there always been like this? Or is it due to the charge in his steps, waiting to find the one which was lost in a heartbeat, faster than a blink in a sea of appealing scents and comforting chatter.
«he would never be yours» the bubbling hatred surprised him, forcing him to lose any source of connection with the withering shadow spreading in the corners —whoever the man was, had to be someone to impose in such way to every single person surrounding him. Gaon detached himself from the warm body with sharp nails seekers of anger. The woman at his back was looked lovely, big doe eyes and a sweeten smile never reaching her cheeks, with each step she called for power; however, there was something missing. Any sort of warmth was lacking in her soul and that thought became strong enough to give Gaon the rush to feel, staggering down the halls, hiding in lighten rooms.
He was not lost but he craved to be found.
Gaon was still not familiar with the space full of long corridors, soft lights and hidden compartments, secrets passageways; so every discovery came surrounded by delight and a splash of fear. What would he see this time? Who would he find?
The first time he had distractedly gone into a room, he had been surprised and reprehended at the same time by the sound of a slap and a high pitch moan. All the colors had gone to his face and he had nothing in himself but to bow and whisper «sorry», the cascading laughter of the dominant woman made his knees weak.
Now Gaon was a bit more prepared by the time he meant to stay in rooms only to rest.
He could take advantage of the spacious bathrooms and soak in water as long as he wanted —he had enjoy so until his fingertips shrink imitating an old man’s skin, he had laughed to himself— and he felt like indulging one more time in the beauty of glass doors giving a sense of fake privacy as anyone else who decided to peak would have Gaon’s reflection. That was the point, wasn’t it?
Hot comforting water made him sigh; he could dance all by himself in the shower. Milky soap foamed with ease and Gaon let down himself to rest.
Soft hand travelled all over, from his delicate wrists down to his back. Water streamed down with ease and comfort, a deep sigh left his lips in content; Gaon had been feeling so anxious lately, work was moved, his load slowly increasing and even when he felt grateful for the trust, his body and mind were steadily losing grip in strength, hence, reasons why he stood inside these walls in a night like that one. Oozing curiosity and enlighten and still too shy for his own good to reach for anyone who might be interested.
Leaving his regular life behind, for a night, he would focus only on himself and the strange feeling of belonging which gave the space he had stayed —a different world hidden a plain sight.
Shampoo filled the air with peaches and he had to giggle to himself by the reflection of his body on the roof. Who would ever place a mirror by the ceiling, on a bathroom nonetheless? Gaon kept staring at himself while creating different hairstyles helped with bubbles and foam. He had been so immersed on himself; he never came to notice the amused pair of dark eyes following behind.
Body gel came next. Soapy and smooth, with a massage at the back of his neck and the heat going up by the stream, Gaon moaned in happiness at the sheer sense of relaxation, a bit silly of him to stay in such place only to treat it like an expensive spa. A surprising blow of cold air came into the room and his whole body reacted to it, his arms getting goosebumps, perk nipples came into view and Gaon had to turn almost expecting to find someone there.
He was all alone.
He frown confused by his own thoughts and kept cleaning all his worries away.
He was not alone.
Yohan felt almost tempted to look for a chair and simply enjoy the show presented for his eyes only.
Finding such beauty a second time around couldn’t be a coincidence, Yohan would keep him forever if he could, strapped to the bed, feet immobile by cuffs, or dress up only with ropes, torso constricted, chest tight serving the only purpose of giving Yohan an spectacular view of beauty rosy nipples, or even a long collar around his neck, cutting air at any misbehaves.
Back to the present, Yohan drank gladly at the marvelous view. Clear skin, shiny in water and bubbles, drips following everywhere he could think off, the groove of his hips and the soft dip of his belly-bottom, strong tights Yohan crave to have around his waist and a juicy ass perfect to take a bite. He saw his beauty take a tiny hop and complain in a pout as bits of water got stuck inside his ears, the soft boy kept shaking his head until the icky feeling went away, such notion too sweet for Yohan not to react to it, a warm chuckle left him and soon the soft beauty discovered his new companion.
A deer caught in the light that was what the boy reminded Yohan at his big eyes getting wide with impression. Body stroke by fear, Yohan was witness of it all as the boy held onto the door and accidentally letting go on the only piece of privacy he had, the towel falling down with a dry hit.
Keeping eye contact, Yohan took a cautious step forward, expecting a bad reaction. The young boy shivered and shrunk into himself, knuckles white with trepidation, however, he waited for the other to pick up the towel until Yohan offered it.
A hand stretched in sign of atonement, both stared at each other with patience.
“You’ll get sick.” The warm tone of concern made Gaon shiver. He now recognized the figure in front of him even when he could not offer any name to the face, other than the obvious stance of his status. Dom. A Dom had found him. “Come here.” The order was simply and non-demanding and still he felt compelled to follow.
Careful steps led him to stand in front of the man who wrapped the fluffy warm towel around his body, bringing heat into him by rubbing his arms up and down.
— 2 —
Gaon accidentally kicked Yohan out of reflex.
When the Dom placed him on top of the covers, one order was given and Gaon would try his best to stay silent. Gaon knew he was impatience, urging the people he met around for an instant and faster relief; Yohan was there to teach him a lesson, the sweet torture of delay gratification.
Loosing himself in the man in front of him, he found himself easily soothing into a comfortable mindset. They knew they had a well-kept arsenal in their service, however this Dom refuse to leave Gaon alone even for a second —in fact, Dom himself might not even touch Gaon’s bare skin yet, but he could feel the heated longing in his stare.
And so, Gaon was startled surprised at the unexpected freezing sensation reaching his ankles. His Dom had cold hands. Gaon gasped and tried to escape the shocking touch, reasons enough to twitch away.
Dom stilled. And Gaon stopped breathing.
It was obvious by the stance his Dom was not pleased at Gaon’s antics and Gaon opened his mouth to apologize, only to stop when he realized doing such thing would meant for him to break his vow of obedience. Gaon bit his lower lip in shame.
Tilting his head a side, his Dom harden his look. Even then, Yohan understood his pang of need for pleasing all of this Sub desires.
“Baby,” Gaon closed his eyes embarrassed and in fearfulness, he hadn’t meant for such thing to happen but he was simply not used to rash changes of temperature over his skin; he felt susceptible at the lack of gradual progression, he would feel self-conscious in his own body and perception.
Yohan then understood. Yohan came to perceive and realize something had to trigger his Sub harsh response, a simple accident.
“Baby— open your eyes.” Gaon trembled in acknowledgement of his Dom’s hand now on his cheek, and still followed his command with ease, giving the man the stars in his eyes, clear shiny specks of life and embarrassment. Yohan could see this baby Sub was sorry. “You didn’t mean to, did you?” the Dom’s voice went low; some smooth and rick tone, keen to bring Gaon closer.
Without fully realizing, Gaon pouted in his Dom’s hand and gave his answer in soft moves.
“What startle you?” He wanted to know. There were many things which could surprise a Sub and they were not familiar enough, he didn’t know the Sub’s body yet to recognize his tellings.
Again, Gaon moved in his need to offer an answer but stayed voiceless. For moments he felt a flush of prideful satisfaction —even in his confusion, this baby sub would follow his orders so well. “You can tell me,” more delight settled in his brain as he felt his sub tremble lightly with the soft brush on his earlobe.
“Hands,” Gaon’s voice was raspy, his heart going wild in his chest at the possibility of anger; he had no intention to displease the Dom with him. “Your hands are cold.” Gaon saw his Dom smiled and felt pleased. But nothing prepared him for the delicious elation that came once he heard the Dom speak.
« Good boy. »