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Punishment	By : vampodrama Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Inoran Views: 3551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Inoran looked out of the window, squinting his eyes in vain hope to see behind the darkness coating everything out there. It was late. And J was late as well.

It wasn’t like him. He was always the punctual one, out of them two, hardly late for anything. But he was late now. He’d better have a good excuse for this, or punishment would have to be in order. Come to think of it, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea in the first place. A small smile started to form on Inoran’s soft lips. It wasn’t such a bad idea at all.

The front door burst open, letting in a tall, obviously out of breath man. Inoran wondered if J had run up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. J’s short blonde hair was sticking up in all directions and his cheeks were slightly flushed and he was panting.

“I’m so, so, SO sorry I’m late and I know you’re pissed and I’m a terrible person but it wasn’t my fault cos it’s all because of the….” That was all he managed to blurt out in one laboured breath before Inoran lunged at him, closing his lips with a hasty kiss and kicking the door shut at the same time. They collided into the wall, J’s back hitting the hard surface with a dull thump.

“….traffic,” J whispered weakly when his lips were free again. His arms twined around Inoran’s smaller body.

“What?”

“Traffic. I was late because of the traffic.”

Inoran pressed his body closer to the other man, enjoying the warmth spreading into him.

“Fuck the traffic.” They kissed again, slower this time, tongues sliding together in the familiar dance. J’s hands found their way to Inoran’s shirt buttons, but he batted them away, forcing them down by the wrists and holding them against the wall. J’s eyes shot open with surprise. And something more… fear maybe? Yes, that was it. Fear mixed with lust.

Ino pulled back a little, licking along J’s full lower lip, still holding his lover’s eager hands trapped.

“You kept me waiting, Jun,” he said quietly, his voice husky and a little malicious. “You should know better than that.”

J swallowed nervously. “I told you…. it was the traffic…”

“And I said, fuck the traffic. I don’t care ‘why’ you were late. You. Were. Late. That’s all I care about. And you must be punished for that.” Those words were whispered into J’s ear and sealed with a long licwn hwn his neck. J shivered. And whimpered silently.

Inoran smiled and kissed his way down to J’s collarbone, playfully nipping on the sensitive flesh, enjoying littlittle gasps coming from the tall bassist. He pressed their hips closer together, feeling the forming arousal between J’s long legs, and was awarded with a hardly audible moan. But he knew from previous experience that it didn’t take really much to make the blonde moan a lot louder. And he was fully intending tke tke that happen, and very soon.

He stepped back, releasing J’s hands and leaving him standing by the wall, admiring the sight of an even more flushed and panting man in front of him. J made a move to follow Inoran, but was stopped by a firm palm on his chest.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” And Ino disappeared into his bedroom. J leaned back against the supporting wall, trying to catch his breath. His heart was beating at a mad pace. He knew what was about to follow.

Within about twenty seconds Inoran was back and looked pleased to see his obedient lover at the exact same place. He stepped up close to him. And fastened a collar around J’s neck, a simple black leather collar with a single O-ring attached to it. A long thin chain was dangling from the ring. J closed his eyes as the worn, familiar leather caressed his skin.

“Ready for your punishment?” Inoran’s question echoed in his ears.

“Yes, Master” J whispered, voice low from barely controlled lust
“Ta
“Take off your clothes.”

“Here?”

“Yes, here.”

Still standing in the hallway, the bassist started to peel off his clothes one by one, Inoran’s intense gaze burning holes into his skin.

Ino crossed arms over his chest, trying to look nonchalant, but secretly salivating inside as more and more of that beautiful masculine flesh was revealed. Soon there was not a stitch covering J’s body, save for the collar and some pieces of silver jewellery. Somewhere very densidnside, Ino was jealous of J’s long, slender bodyline and well-defined muscles under the tanned skin. But it only made him to crave that body more and more, his desire to touch, lick and kiss every inch never satiated.

It took nearly all his self-control to stay calm. To step closer to his naked lover, take the chain and lead him into the bedroom. J followed without saying a word. The rules were well known to him, never to speak unless spoken to, disobedience wlwaylways punished, although sometimes he deliberately misbehaved and gladly suffered the consequences. But tonight he felt like being good. For a change.

Inoran sat on the edge of the bed, tugging the chain, forcing J to kneel between his spread legs. The apartment was so silent that their deep, slightly ragged breathing seemed to be amplified by a ten. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.

“Suck me.”

J slid his hands over Inoran’s denim-clad thighs, bringing his fingers to rest upon the zipper, gently stroking the bulge underneath. Ino gripped his hair tightly.

“I said suck.”

Wincing from the assault to his hair, J obeyed and undid the jeans, tugging them off along with underwear. Ino closed his eyes as a hot tongue slid across the underside of his cock, and hissed silently at the sensation of rapidly cooling saliva on the heated skin. He tried not to moan when J took him into his mouth, but failed miserably. J only smirked and did how he was told, Inoran’s fingers still entwined into his hair.

Spiralling waves of pleasure, going faster and faster with each movement of the velvety tongue until it me tme too much to bear. A load groan echoed in the apartment and J struggled to swallow, succeeding just barely.

Ino smiled through the hazy afterglow as J licked him clean, lapping at his most precious parts like a giant cat. “Good boy,” he whispered and tugged on the chain still twisted in his hand, pulling the bassist upwards for a kiss. The fami mas masculine taste in J’s mouth made him grin wickedly, lips curling against the ones that had so expertly pleasured him just now. As their bodies slid on the bed together, Ino felt a hot, slippery erection against his thigh. This bodily contact caused J, apparently quite horny now, to moan into the crook of Inoran’s neck and grind his hips against the body beneath him.

Inoran clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Tsk, tsk, I never said you could do that.” He slid his hands down J’s back, briefly marvelling at the flexing of muscles underneath that smooth skin, and squeezed his ass firmly, stopping the movements altogether. J only huffed slightly, knowing better than to complain.

“Looks like you need to be…”Inoran paused deliberately, licking along the rim of J’s ear, evoking a very slight shudder, ”…restrained.”

“Yes, Master,” came the reply, muttered somewhere into his hair.

Inoran couldn’t suppress a grin. Those two words, so unfitting to J’s general image caused his heart to skip a happy beat every goddamn time.

Without any further elaboration, the tall bassist found himself flipped over to his back and Ino was straddling his thighs, dangling a pair of plain silver handcuffs and grinning wickedly. The cold metal was slowly dragged over his arm, upwards, teasing and tormenting, leaving goosebumps on its trail. Then it clicked shut, securing J’s wrist to bedpbedpost. His other hand received the same treatment.

“Not too tight or anything?”

J shook his head, eyes never leaving Inoran’s. Ino bent down again, face hovering mere inches over J’s.

“Good…. Wouldn’t want you to lose those precious fingers now, would we.” A quick lick over J’s lips, and then pull away, leaving the tied bassist to helplessly lift his head, trying to follow the kiss.

“I have something else for you.” Inoran’s smile had a dangerous edge to it. J felt his heartbeat speed up and he swallowed nervously. And yelpelittlittle from surprise as a thin strap of soft leather was tied and fastened around the base of his cock.

“This way you won’t come before I allow you to.” Hot breath brushed over the tip of his erection, making him moan out loud. Inoran’s smile just got bigger and possibly even more evil.

Giving a small satisfied sigh, Ino admired his handwork. His slave, all nice and tied up and horny as hell, hard as a rock, eyes almost glazed over. So what now? Ino felt like playing for a while, so he took his titroktroking, kissing and licking every inch of that gorgeous body laid out in front of him. Tongue sliding over those cutely erect nipples, toying with the ring attached to one of them, pulling gently, evoking more sounds of pleasure. That flat, muscled stomach got smothered in kisses. Lips danced over the insides of thighs, and fingers closed gently around the core of J’s entire essence that was just begging for attention. J pressed his head back into the mattress and gritted his teeth.

Inoran squeezed a bit harder. “I want to hear you, Jun. I want to hear you moan.”

His wish was granted. Generously so.

Leaning back against the footboard of his large antique bed, Inoran slid a hand over his own chest and down his stomach. Feasting on J’s body had had a rather nice effect on his own flesh and he stroked himself gently. J blinked his eyes rapidly as if to clear his vision. Noticing that, Ino shifted a bit, giving J a better view. The bassist was practically drooling at the sight of his lover pleasuring himself, sliding his hand over his hardness again and n, ln, lips slightly apart and eyes half-closed, but gaze fixed on J’s face. And J couldn’t do a damn thing about it, because his hands were firmly secured to the bedposts above his head, harsh metal of the cuffs cutting and bruising the skin of his wrists. Not that he minded the pain, though. Blood pulsated through his cock and Inoran was so goddamned out of reach on the end of the bed. J hoped half-mindedly that the scene wasn’t going to last for too long now. But with Inoran, you’d never know. And of course, another part of his consciousness hoped it wouldn’t end too soon, either.

Inoran moaned, his hand moving faster, and then stopping. He crawled over to J. A kiss, long, sweet, and yet demanding. J spread his legs, letting Ino kneel between his thighs.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes…”

Fingernails raked harshly over J’s inner thigh. “Yes what?”

“Ow… yes, Master…”

“Good… then we can move on to the next part… “ Ino bent down, kissing along J’s collarbone. “…which would be…” Bite, gasp. Lick. Moan. “… the part…” Kiss. Lick. Back arching up. “… where I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” Long groan.

Fighting to steady his breathing somewhat, Inoran reached for the lube and uncapped it, J watched him with a positively animalistic gleam in his eyes. Ino wondered briefly where did J take his self control from, to stay quiet and not to emit any sounds but those of pleasure. There had been times, Inoran remembered, when J lost it and called him a sadistic little motherfucker and other assorted fancy names… and paid for it dearly afterwards. But that was probably on purpose anyway. Because J got off on pain like nobody’s business.

Closing his eyes, he pushed into the willing body beneath him. As familiar as it was, the tight heat surrounding him made his head spin from indescribable ecstasy every single time. Everything was intensified by a thousand degrees. Every twitching muscle in J’s body, every gulp of air dragged into his lungs, every drop of sweat slicking his skin. Eyes still closed, fingers digging into the flesh of the bassist thighs to keep his legs lifted apart, Inoran started to move.

Shifting slightly, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, setting into a strong rhythm, aiming for that spot that would make J see the face of god. A loud strangled cry told him he had succeeded. Hitting it over and over again, the almost violent contraction of J’s inner muscles made him lose it and within a few quick, final thrusts hme, me, practically collapsing on J’s body.

As soon as he pulled out, strong legs clamped around his waist, refusing to let him go. Inoran chuckled softly, out of breath. Somebody was getting needy. Very needy, actually.

He licked the sweat from the hollow of J’s collarbone, knowing full well that every touch sent burning flashes of pleasure through every single nerve synapse and that J would have punched him in the face for that, had his hands been free. The bassist was still struggling against his bindings, even if the handcuffs must have hurt like hell by now.

“You wanna co he he whispered, trailing his hand slowly on J’s stomach. J nodded frantically, way beyond any words by now. Inoran could have sworn there were hints of tears in his eyes.

“I bet you wanna come… badly.” Hand travelled lower, fingertips circling briefly around the navel, stroking through the fine dark hair leading down. J whimpered and groaned deeply, as the tormenting fingers wrapped around his aching length.

A few quick, strong strokes, other hand snapping the leather binding open, J’s hips lifted up from the bed in desperate thrusts and he half screamed, half sobbed as he was granted his long waited orgasm. Pearly white seed shot out, smearing over both their stomachs. Spent and exhausted, he fell back on the mattress, panting heavily.

Inoran smiled and reached for a tissue, cleaning them up somewhat before picking up a li sil silvery key from the nightstand. The handcuffs came open with a click and J groaned as his abused hands were released. He pulled Ino in a tight embrace, ignoring the pain that shot up his arms. Ino laughed softly, cuddling against his lover’s bigger frame.

“Want a cigarette?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.”

After rummaging through his jeans on the floor and retrieving a pack of smokes and a lighter, he took off the collar from J’s neck and let the chain slide through his fingers. J lit a cigarette for him as well.

“Oi, be careful with that thing… don’t want my bed to catch fire, you know.”

J snorted. “You’re the one who hook up with a pyro.”

That earned him a playful slap on the head.

Lying on their backs, side by side, they smoked in silence. The ashtray was balanced on J’s chest. Smoke curled through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of sex and sweat.
“Go
“Good thing though I got caught up in traffic,” J drawled after a while. “What if my car breaks down one day completely, eh?”

Inoran giggled. “You don’t want to know.”

Silence.

“Sadistic little motherfucker.”
“That’s why you love me, ne?”
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