#ch4ined

It's a rare moment where Hayden is alone before practice. He is definitely never the first one here, but he finds that he doesn't really like being alone in his new apartment. It's too quiet. Too lonely. He leans against his locker and flips through his messages, eyes widening a little when he opens the newest text from Jin. "Shit-" he mutters, holding his phone against his chest and quickly turning to text back with his phone inside his locker.

[TXT Jin]: you are...incredible. holy shit.

the designated victim (1971, maurizio lucidi)

stefano augenti, an ambitious advertising executive, meets a curious hippie named count nateo tiepolo and they form a strange bond. seeking an escape from his unhappy marriage, augenti is lured by the count into a bizarre plot to kill each other’s relatives.

she blinks. and looks down at her hand. oh, embarrassing. she’s pinched his wallet without even fully realizing she’s done it. it’s almost sheepish, the way she hands him back the chunk of leather. it tumbles from her claws with a bright red grin, smug. a tiny touch of arrogance at her passively extraordinary talent.

❝ fuck, jin. ❞ they'd only been with each other a handful of times, and jin amazed him more and more every time. he found himself discovering new kinks, trying new things. submissive demands was definitely one of them. ilya was used to being in charge, but the way jin demanded certain things got his blood flowing.

he does what he asks for. they're standing chest-to-chest when jin speaks. ilya digs his nails into the other's shoulders before shoving him down on the bed, stomach down so it makes him easier to pin. ilya towers over the other's small body. he uses his hands to help guide himself into jin's hole, then moves them to wrap one around jin's neck, the other grabbing both wrists and shoving them above his head. he doesn't ease into the fucking. he goes hard right away, hips slamming furiously against his ass. ilya knows he probably isn't going to last long, seeing the way he's being held down.

Oh. Oh.

Hayden usually can't stand to look whenever someone is going down on him. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he likes it a little too much. It always makes him finish a lot faster than he intends to, which can be a little embarrassing, but it seems Jin isn't going to let him get away with not looking because every time he so much as squints, he stops.

Oh, fuck.