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"Stay still."
A sharp, air-splitting gasp, so abrupt Soobin nearly choked on it. His body twitched, chest pushing up into the air following the scalding drips that landed on his collarbones. He couldn't help but disobey, even when it earned him a scolding tut from Beomgyu's tender mouth.
"Soobin," Beomgyu said, voice low and dangerously soft. "I said to stay still."
He tilted the candlestick, spilling more hot wax onto Soobin's skin. Soobin gasped again, trembling, twisting to the side, stopped by the padded cuffs that held his wrists to the headboard, and the weight of Beomgyu where he was perched on Soobin's stomach, straddling him. Already, his eyelashes were thick and damp with tears.
"I've barely even started," Beomgyu laughed warmly. "You can't take it?"
He shifted on top of Soobin until his bony knees dug into Soobin's sides. More purple wax dripped in a downward arc over Soobin's chest, falling dangerously close to his nipple and drawing a humiliatingly high whimper from his chest. The chain between the cuffs rattled loudly as he writhed beneath Beomgyu.
"Oh," Beomgyu said, just shy of breathless. When Soobin looked up at him, his vision blurred by tears, there was a red flush riding high on his cheeks. "That was a pretty sound. Will you make it for me again?"
Soobin could do nothing but breathe, panting harshly, his toes curling as Beomgyu sought out a bare patch of skin. He waited for the first few drops to cool, and then—
"I wonder…" He mused, taking his sweet time, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "How about here?"
Soobin didn't have time to brace himself. Hopelessly, he tried to curl inward, a hurt cry tearing from his throat as the wax dribbled over his nipple.
"B-Beomgyu, B—" He cut off with another whine as Beomgyu trailed a line of wax down the center of his chest, down to his abdomen. It hurt. Beomgyu had promised him it would. And it hurt so good, Soobin was embarrassingly hard over it even though the pain was bringing him to tears. Gasping, Soobin said, "Please."
Beomgyu hummed, wiggling back on Soobin's stomach until he pressed back against Soobin's erection.
"Wow," he said, mouth in a little 'o' of artificial surprise. He laughed again, loud enough that Soobin's flushed face grew only hotter. His ears were burning, goosebumps erupting over his skin as the wax hardened. "Really? You're this hard, just because I'm hurting you? That's pathetic, Soobin."
Soobin knew it was. He knew he was pathetic, but he kept coming back for more, unable to stay away from everything Beomgyu offered him. Beomgyu knew him through and through, saw past skin and muscle and sinew and into the raw beating organ of his heart. He saw this part of Soobin and wanted him anyway. He wanted to hurt Soobin because Soobin wanted it.
"You look so pretty," Beomgyu said, admiring the mess of wax on Soobin's chest and abdomen. He leaned to set the purple candle down on the bedside dresser, picking up a stouter, shorter candle in red. Hovering it over Soobin's skin with a little smile, he asked, "Should we do more?"
It was a chance to tap out—a chance Soobin wasn't taking. He was exactly where he wanted to be, caught and pinned like a mouse beneath Beomgyu's paw. The thrill of being toyed with far outweighed the pain. The fear and the anticipation that came before every burning drop of wax was addicting. With the added pressure of Beomgyu rocking back against his dick, it was a mix of pleasure and pain that Soobin couldn't get enough of. He said nothing, only panted shallowly, staring up at Beomgyu with tears in his eyes, so close to spilling over.
"Soobin," Beomgyu murmured. "I want an answer."
He was so good. How could there ever be someone so perfect, who understood Soobin so well? The tears along his lash line grew closer and closer to spilling, a lump in his throat.
"Yes," he whispered. "Yeah. Beomgyu. You can—you can do more."
Beomgyu's smile widened. Without a word, he tilted the candle further. Soobin yanked at the cuffs with a shout as more hot wax poured over his uncovered nipple. It was the last push he needed to begin crying for real, a quiet sob in his throat as tears trailed down his cheeks. Beomgyu didn't let up, trailing wax down over Soobin's ribs in a zigzag until it spilled down his sides. Soobin was sniffling, audibly crying now, choked little sounds as his chest heaved. He didn't realize he was moving until Beomgyu gave another soft tut.
"You're so squirmy," he said as Soobin bucked his hips. "You're not doing a very good job of listening tonight, are you?"
Soobin's eyes fluttered shut, temples sticky with tears, and he turned his cheek again to hide from Beomgyu's sharp words, delivered in such a sweet tone.
"Can't help it," he sniffled. "It hurts, Beomgyu—"
"It's meant to," Beomgyu replied. "Didn't you ask me to hurt you, Soobin? It gets you off, doesn't it? You're rubbing against my ass like it does."
More wax landed hot on his skin, the tender flesh of his stomach, until it pooled in Soobin's navel. He whined sharply, flinching away from it and getting nowhere, more tears escaping despite his best efforts. One of these days, Beomgyu would have to get the rope out, really tie him down so he couldn't struggle. That was the only way Soobin would be able to listen to him and actually stay still. The thought of it made him shudder, made him buck up harder to rub himself against Beomgyu, desperate.
"Fuck," he sobbed. "Beomgyu, I can't."
Beomgyu set the candle down, giving him a much-needed break. Soobin laid there trying to catch his breath, shaking until Beomgyu bent forward to cup his face in his hands, tilting it back to center.
"Look at me," he said. And when Soobin did—"There you are. Love it when you cry for me."
He looked like an angel. Fallen, perhaps, devastatingly beautiful as he scrubbed the tears away from Soobin's face with his thumbs.
"It's too much?" He asked, soft voice laced with a teasing lilt. "Should I stop now?"
There would be no consequence if Soobin said yes. Beomgyu would never be disappointed in him for calling it quits. But—
"No," Soobin whispered, turning his cheek into Beomgyu's hand. "Don't stop. I don't want to stop, I want—"
He wanted to ride the edge of agony and euphoria for just a little longer. He wanted Beomgyu to decide when enough was enough. He wanted the control he held to be ripped from him knowing Beomgyu had his best interests in mind.
"You want me to hurt you," Beomgyu finished for him.
Soobin nodded against the hands holding his jaw.
"I can do that for you," Beomgyu said. "If you try to be good, and tell me if what you want changes, I'll hurt you the way you like, Soobin."
He slid one of his hands into Soobin's hair and gripped it hard until it pulled sharply at his scalp, forcing a pained gasp out of him.
"But I think I'm done with the wax for now," Beomgyu purred. "I've run out of space to pour it."
Soobin's torso was covered in hardened wax, the oldest drips beginning to flake around the edges. Beomgyu let go of his face to scrape some of it off, dragging his nails down Soobin's chest and leaving raw, reddened skin behind.
"Unless," Beomgyu said, rocking back against Soobin's clothed dick again. "I haven't poured down here, yet."
He cocked his head to one side, questioning and threatening in the same motion, and Soobin's breath stalled in his throat.
"Will you let me?" Beomgyu asked, batting his eyelashes. He dragged his fingers lower, over Soobin's stomach, the wax flaking off beneath his nails. Lower, until he was toying with the waistband of Soobin's boxers, dipping beneath it. "Can I hurt you here, too?"
The fear was so much, so sharp, so heavy as it settled and stretched in the air between them, caught in Soobin's held breath. Still, Soobin nodded, exhaling it out.
"Good," Beomgyu said, letting out a shaky, affected sigh. "You're so good, telling me what you want. Just perfect."
He rose up onto his knees, lifting his weight from Soobin's lower stomach, taking with him that delicious pressure that Soobin had been chasing, leaving him aching. Soobin was tempted to complain, to whine, to beg for it back—but he didn't. He was too distracted by Beomgyu being everything he wanted to do anything but wait for what he decided to give.