#dom!nct

If he could combine his DNA with Haechan’s in order for them to always be part of each other, he would. As a substitute, he settles on his tongue slipping inside and taking, giving, then taking more. Spit mingling and Haechan trying to pull back, naked body on display, before Johnny is off again with a hand in the air, palm flat, and he’s crashing skin against skin. Johnny’s hand against Haechan’s face. "Fucking answer me, slut! I said... Were you looking at him?" He pauses, tattooed hand raised in the still air, and this time Haechan can see it clearly. There are tears in his eyes and he's shaking like he's been wounded, like Haechan wounded him.  He's waiting for a response but Haechan doesn't answer. He’s dazed and his face hurts, and he isn’t sure why he’s being hurt but he doesn’t have time to think or ask why when he feels another violent crash landing on his face. “You. Are. Mine. You do not look at or touch anyone, you don’t even piss without my permission. Do you understand me?”

He doesn’t. But he recoils and shakes his head yes because he doesn’t want to get hit again.

Almost immediately Johnny’s eyes brighten, the charming look of a playful young man taking over as he smiles and starts caressing Haechan, strong hands on soft hair as he’s petted and shushed. “I love you, baby. Don’t cry okay? I promise I'll only hurt you when you hurt me, only when you deserve it.”

“But I didn’t…”

“But you did. You hurt me when you looked at Jaehyun instead of me. It hurt me so bad like you were gutting me from the inside. That’s why I had to take you back here away from them.” His hands are on either side of Haechan’s face as he makes him look up. The touch is gentle. “Puppy didn’t know... You didn’t know how much it would hurt me and you would never try to hurt me, right baby?” His words are soft, soothing, but Haechan doesn’t know what to think because he’s scared and confused. It’s happening too suddenly. He hurt him only moments ago but now Haechan’s head is against Johnny’s chest and he’s running fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead. And it's gentle until he's squeezing his neck. Squeezing and it hurts. Squeezing and Haechan is panicking, trying to force away hands that are too strong, a grip that is too tight, to please please let go.

It’s ineffective and he’s powerless again, small hands doing nothing to relieve the stress and compression on his neck. Johnny’s fingers pressing down, because Haechan didn’t answer him or because he’s still hurt from Haechan’s attention wavering to someone else that isn’t him or because he can.

Johnny can do so many things, he feels like he can do everything and puppy will have to accept it because he’s a toy and he belongs to Johnny now. Fingers bruising as his mouth pacifies soothing him, the boy with tears in his eyes. He already loves his baby, his puppy, so much it hurts but he’s being uncooperative and Johnny can’t have that. He’ll have to train him, discipline him. He has to learn. It’s in Haechan’s best interest. Better Johnny than Daddy or Jaehyun. He shudders considering the alternative for his new toy and for a brief moment wonders about kitten. He should let puppy play with him sooner rather than later. Johnny imagines kitten won’t be in a good mental state and so he resolves to talk to Daddy if Jaehyun refuses a playdate between their toys.

Jaehyun likes to keep them hidden away because it makes them easier to break down and Johnny understands but that would really upset his puppy and it’s too soon for that. Daddy always said there should be limits and Johnny trusts Daddy, but Jaehyun is disturbed that humans have limits at all. He says they can always get more toys if the new ones break and Johnny knows they have broken many times. He has helped make use of the toys that broke and the townspeople said they were delicious, that it tasted like pork or chicken. But Johnny doesn’t want them to break so soon and he knows if kitten is damaged too quickly, it will damage puppy, and that simply cannot happen.

Taeyongie can help too but he’s just a baby and so spoiled by Daddy and the others. Daddy even lets him do stuff like stream and masturbate for money. He’s very popular online and no one even knows what he does outside of blowing kisses and fucking himself. But Johnny knows. Knows that Taeyong is Daddy’s sadistic baby boy who gets carried away and covered in blood before Daddy fucks him onto the couch. He loves to milk Jaehyun and says the red mixed with white is like a strawberry milkshake. Johnny wonders if Haechan likes strawberries, maybe he’ll also like strawberry milkshakes with Taeyong. It has to be Johnny’s though, the first time anyway. He doesn’t want to share his toy and he hopes Daddy won’t make him. He could always convince Daddy, one way or another.

Jungwoo could also help but Johnny thinks he doesn’t really like all of this and he wonders if Daddy will eventually tire of him. It’s not something he can anticipate though because Daddy really has a soft spot for those who are hard to train. Daddy says he's hard to train because he still cries and he knows that Jungwoo doesn't like kidnapping people, but that he does it anyway as part of his training. This is why Daddy touch starves him - because when he waits and fucks Johnny or Jaehyun or Taeyong in front of Jungwoo, when he lets Taeyong sleep in his bed and makes Jungwoo lay in the floor without even a pillow or blanket, that's when Jungwoo really lets Daddy do whatever he wants to his body. Daddy told Johnny to "always holds back until they accept what you give them." Daddy is so good at everything but what he does best is training people to be better by breaking them down.

He broke Johnny down too. And then he rebuilt him.

Johnny thinks that’s exactly what someone like Haechan needs. If he’s lucky, puppy will look at him the same way he looks at Daddy - like he’s capable and inspiring. If he works hard enough there will be stars in Haechan’s eyes for him and if not, he’ll hurt him until he’s on his knees begging for Johnny to show him some kind of softness. That’s what Daddy does to Jungwoo when he’s being disobedient. And that’s what Jaehyun does in general. At least that’s what Johnny imagines. He isn’t always sure what goes on behind that door in that room full of plastic. It takes time but it always works. “Just have to know where to hit.” Daddy says and “Just have to know what spots to press.” Jaehyun says. And Johnny nods because he himself is a good boy.

He looks at Haechan and it’s decided. “I’m going to rebuild you, puppy. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He’ll rebuild him to be the perfect pet. The pet that doesn’t look away when they’re touching and who doesn’t become distracted by pretty attractions like Jaehyun or Daddy. It makes Johnny physically sick to think Haechan would turn his attention away from him to someone else. It makes him want to throw up. He was sitting on Johnny's lap, their skin was touching, and he still looked away? The thought of it alone makes Johnny want to vomit and thrash and scream. Haechan’s eyes should only ever be on him. There shouldn’t be anyone else but Johnny in Haechan’s eyes or life. Puppy is his pet, his toy, but he’s already hurting him because he got distracted by an attractive face or attractive voice and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much he could strangle his new toy so he’d never have to feel this way again.

Puppy has to learn. Johnny sighs as he takes Haechan’s neck into his arms embracing, restricting airflow, so Haechan will feel how much he loves him. It’s Haechan’s fault for hurting him and he has to learn.

“Who do you belong to puppy?” Hands still wrapped around delicate skin, pulse throbbing. Johnny thinks Haechan’s heart beating like this means he loves him, that he wouldn’t get excited for Johnny, wouldn’t throb and beat with so much eagerness if he didn’t love him. It makes his heart happy but this pretty boy has to learn to obey and so he holds firm, hands tightening his embrace. The pulse should be strong enough that they'll feel the heartbeat of love beneath fingertips.

There are tears now, ones that accompany his rising heart rate as Johnny chokes and doesn’t let go. Chokes and hurts him. He tries to shake his head because he doesn’t know, because he doesn’t belong to anyone besides himself. But the hands wrapped around his throat are so tight he can’t move. His head hurts and he can’t move and he doesn’t know. He tries to say “I don’t know” but the grip bruises and then he’s gasping, hands reaching up to try and free himself from this boy he would be shy to meet anywhere but here. The boy with the charming smile. The boy whose muscular body doesn’t match his face which now doesn’t match his personality. A paradox in human form.

A sudden release has Haechan coughing and clutching at his neck, slender body writhing on the hard, cold floor as Johnny kneels down beside him. “Since you’re such a stupid slut, I’ll help you. This time. I’ll help you this time, puppy. You are mine. You belong to me. Nod if my pretty baby understands.”

Haechan doesn’t hesitate to nod.  

“I need you to say it for me, puppy. I need to know you understand that you’re mine. And what belongs to me doesn’t belong to anyone else. They don’t turn their attention to anyone else when I’m around. Well, except for Daddy. I have to share with Daddy and you can look at him.”

It had taken Johnny a long time to learn that. In the beginning, he didn’t want to share with anyone, not even Daddy, but after a few hard lessons, he understood that good boys share their toys with their daddy. He learned it’s rude to deny a daddy. Johnny didn’t like getting punished so he learned to behave. But now he has his own baby and now he’s Haechan’s daddy. Except he won’t be calling him Haechan too much, only things like “puppy, baby, slut” and even things like “pretty boy, beautiful” because he is and he should know. Plus whatever else he feels like. Haechan doesn’t deserve a name yet. He has to be a good boy first. A good boy that will say “Yes Daddy” or whatever Johnny wants him to say anytime he fucks into him. His Identification card said that he’s younger than Johnny but that doesn’t really matter here anyway because there are no honorifics for whores and puppies. Even if Haechan were older it wouldn’t matter. If Johnny wants his new toy to call him Daddy or Hyung or anything else, he’ll do it.

“And that’s it. Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo and your friend, that little slut kitten. You cannot look at them unless I or Daddy tell you to.” He reaches forward now, both hands placed on either side of Haechan’s face. He’s petite in every way and it makes Johnny want to press a little harder on each side, hurt him a little more. “Aren’t you going to nod for me, puppy? Let Master know you understand.”

Haechan whimpers and nods, a thousand thoughts going through his head but none which he can wholly interpret. Something about this one-sided conversation makes Haechan think that Johnny was in his position once until he became whatever this twisted variant is, someone who treats Haechan like he’s a toy that can be shoved around and abused. Someone who thinks it’s okay to choke someone else in order to punish or question. It feels like this should be a nightmare he’ll wake up from but he knows it’s not. It’s not something he can focus on for too long because this paradox of a person said he can’t look at anyone and for the rest, that’s fine. He doesn’t want to look at anyone here. Only… he was also told he can't look at Mark and that causes a souring deep in his stomach, that he won’t be able to look at his best friend when they’re together again. He hopes he can be in the same room tomorrow, knows he’ll have bruises on his neck and maybe other places by then and doesn’t want to get hurt again so he has to obey. He hopes he'll be in the same room as Mark even if he can't look at or talk to him. He also hopes Mark will understand without Haechan having to say anything. Maybe that will be his rule too.

“You have to say it. Say 'Yes Master, I understand.'” His puppy really does need a lot of training. It’s a good thing Johnny has patience.

“Yes Master. I understand.”

“Atta boy, puppy. You’re such a good boy already. I bet you’ll end up getting lots of prizes and treats for being my good puppy.” He speaks like he’s talking to a baby or like Haechan is an animal. “You want a prize now, puppy? Come here. Sit on my lap and I’ll give you a good prize.” Johnny pats black jeans with enthusiastic hands like he’s calling over a puppy and Haechan wonders if he’ll be collared like a dog too. “On all fours. Crawl to me, nice and slow.”

Fuck if the new toy doesn’t make Johnny’s dick ache to be out of his pants and into something tighter and much warmer. He thinks it’s funny when the new toy crawls on all fours like the whore he is, crying and telling Johnny No. Please. Please don’t. Johnny informs him that puppies can’t talk and that his puppy isn’t saying anything at all besides barking and whimpering and being so noisy if they had neighbors they’d complain. He’ll take puppy in every way he can until puppy realizes that dogs can’t talk and anything he “says” isn’t understood by human ears like Johnny’s or Daddy’s or anyone else here. Maybe only kitten can understand him but puppy can’t talk to kitten without permission so it doesn’t matter. He’ll use a muzzle if he has to. Patience is a virtue and Daddy always stressed to marinate the meat so Johnny waits and plays and trains.

"Stick out your tongue like a good puppy and pant for me."

Haechan listens to Johnny almost without faltering once. He really is such a good boy it makes Johnny’s heart warm and his dick hard. He thinks his new toy looks divine as he crawls on all fours, tongue out and panting. Obeying Johnny’s commands in a way that makes him consider how pliable his toy is in other ways. He can hardly wait until his pretty toy is gagging with his mouth wrapped around his member, drool falling onto the floor that he’ll use as lube later in case his new toy is too weak to be taken raw.

He thinks he’s waited long enough when Haechan crawls so close to Johnny slobber falls onto his pants from his puppy’s beautiful mouth. When he’s so close Johnny could reach out and hold that beautiful face as it leaks and leaks onto his pants, with only one layer separating his puppy’s spit and the part of Johnny that will make its way into Haechan’s everything. He decides he’ll be gentle with his new toy and then break it in order to rebuild.

Johnny wants to tell his new toy that he hopes those pretty lips and that pretty mouth will gag on his dick because there’s a certainty he’ll look prettier when his little mouth is stuffed full and tears stain his cheeks. He has a perfect face that is fit for bruising after all. He can hardly wait until those hands are pressing against his thighs as the sound of puppy choking on his dick, of not being able to breathe, of choosing Johnny’s dick over the oxygen he needs to survive. The thought of such devotion is intoxicating, that his puppy would choose Johnny’s pleasure over something so vital as breathing. It makes Johnny want to envelop his little puppy in his arms and never let go. His baby truly deserves the best.

And Johnny deserves to have his dick wet so he gently closes Haechan’s mouth without a word and picks him up bridal style, carries him the rest of the way to the bed, and lays him down against black satin pillows. He wants his toy sitting up a little, back against the pillows, supported by the headboard. So he can watch the other better, more clearly. So he doesn’t just stare at the ceiling or try to look away.

Haechan has his eyes closed and his chest is heaving, afraid to open them because as soon as he opens them it’s real. Johnny thinks he looks like some type of princess. Johnny’s princess. He wonders if Jaehyun will let him borrow a dress for his puppy or maybe he’ll allow both kitten and puppy to play dress up in beautiful short dresses, twirling and singing and bouncing on cocks together.

He crawls on top of Haechan, legs straddling either side, paying special attention to the size difference and places rough hands on Haechan’s face who now opens his eyes because the reality can no longer be denied. Haechan attempts to push back as if a few centimeters of distance would help him, one hand holding up his body against the satin pillows and the headboard, and the other splayed on Johnny’s chest to stop him from going further. The attempt is futile and short-lived as Johnny presses him back to lay on the bed. Haechan acquiesces without putting up much resistance and Johnny tests his ability to comply by bending his will, adding the pressure of his body to Haechan’s own.

"No I..don’t want... Please don't hurt me." It comes in a whisper. He's looking up at Johnny, this beautiful boy with his gentle voice and strong arms. He’s almost lost in the moment out of fear and desperation and something else he can’t place, a bizarre calm washing over him as he stares into Johnny’s eyes. He would swear there’s a twinkle in them as he looks up at Johnny but he gives credit to the lack of oxygen this person made him suffer only moments ago.

It’s only now they both notice the light sound of pinging, which Haechan mistakes for alarms. Maybe someone knows they're here, maybe someone is coming to rescue them.

"Don't move, puppy. I gotta make this quiet for our watchful customers. They don't like to hear the sound of tips over your beautiful screams." Tips? Customers? Haechan is frozen in terror. He doesn't even look over when Johnny gets off of him, just stares at the ceiling and cries silently to himself until Johnny is crawling on the bed again, bodyweight pressing the mattress down until he's straddling Haechan, arms held over his head with a firm grip.

"I think we almost had a moment. Too bad someone forgot to turn the fucking sound off when they finished whoring themselves out.” He bends down to kiss Haechan on the jaw, hands coming up to boop him on the nose and wipe away tears. “Know what that is baby boy? It's how I'm going to keep you forever. People pay good money to see what they want. So be loud for them, baby. Don't make me hurt you more than I have to." There's a calm expression on the older's face as his body presses firmly into Haechan's own.

He doesn't say anything, can't process what's happening. He only knows that Johnny has started trailing gentle kisses along his arms, that he's now sitting up to grind his hips into the trembling boy beneath him. Haechan's eyes are wide as they stare up at Johnny, silent tears falling down his face as his body shivers in fear. Neither says anything as the messages pour in over the live stream. "You're being too quiet baby. You don't want to make them not tip, right? If they don't tip Daddy gets pissed." Johnny caresses Haechan's cheek gently in slow affected movements wiping up the tears that seem to have no end. "Don’t be nervous. You're beautiful. I bet they're tipping just by seeing how breakable you look underneath me." He bends down closer lips brushing against the younger's ear. "It's okay puppy. You'll scream when I go in raw."

Haechan's reaction is exactly what Johnny is looking for, exactly what the viewers want. His weaker body is no match when he attempts to push Johnny off, hands pressing into his chest in a frantic need to not be here. He thrashes and writhes, tries to wriggle his body out from underneath the older but every attempt only leaves him more exhausted and breathless. Johnny is too strong and Haechan is too weak -something that excites Johnny as he holds the younger down. The only purpose it serves is for the tips to start flooding in. Comments like “fuck him good”, “fuck her up” stream in and Johnny can’t wait to read some of them later to see if he did a good job, see what he should work on for the next show. He’s thankful the crying body beneath him is so lithe that even his struggles are supple. It means Haechan can try his hardest and Johnny doesn’t have to try that hard but the tips will still come in. They’ll make thousands tonight and it’s all thanks to this crying beauty beneath him.

“Do you want to make me hurt you? Is that it? You’re being such a bitch right now.” He smirks because fucking cry harder puppy, we’re putting on a show! Haechan is twisting underneath him, slender body naked and tired, hoping that if he keeps moving like this, people will leave the stream and they’ll stop. If this beast can’t get a firm grip on him, maybe he’ll give up. But he feels vulnerable underneath him, powerless. He doesn’t want to look up, doesn’t want to see his face or how his body is towering over, so he looks to the side and knows instantly it’s a mistake. From the screen he can see message upon message pouring in, some type of tip counter with a large enough number he can’t quite make out from this distance, but the thing that makes his stomach turn the most is seeing how tiny his naked body is compared to the one who’s above him, to the one who is much stronger than him. Someone he can’t get away from no matter how hard he tries.

Haechan screams out of frustration and grips at the soft, satin sheets before pushing up against Johnny who is caught unaware taking off his shirt. But that’s half the fun, he thinks, as he throws his shirt to the side, legs closing in around Haechan’s waist, squeezing harder to hold him down. It’s always fun when they fight back, he always gets more tips, so he makes a mental note to thank Haechan later. He’ll give him a good reward like being able to look at and talk to kitten, maybe even let them go outside together as long as they’re chained up.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you puppy?” He inches up to Haechan’s waist as he undoes the buttons on his pants, wants puppy to get a good view, wants puppy to get slapped as his dick comes out of his boxers. But the smaller one can’t take it anymore. He knows he’s not strong enough to do anything and even if he were, he can’t leave because the other creeps have his best friend. Mark. Weak fists hammer against Johnny’s chest as he cries, tears blurring his vision. “I have a name!” He’s hiccoughing his tears and pounding with small fists and it doesn’t matter to anyone else but he has a name and it’s not “toy” or “puppy”.

Johnny stops teasing with the unbuttoning of his pants, bending down to Haechan’s ear, and whispers something that makes him stop fighting. “It’s better if they don’t know your name.”

He runs his hand along Haechan’s jawline, down to his throat, and Haechan breathes in bracing but Johnny doesn’t stop there. His hands make a straight line down to Haechan’s chest that’s beating hard and fast. He leaves his hand over Haechan’s heart for a minute to feel the erratic beating, his other hand over his own heart to feel the difference. If Haechan’s eyes were open he’d see Johnny’s dick twitch beneath his pants. “No you don’t. Your name is puppy or toy or slut or whore.” He bends down again, lips coasting across Haechan’s own. “Now why don’t you be a useful whore and finish undoing my pants?”

There’s something undeniably soft about Haechan and Johnny wants to destroy him, will destroy him, but in this moment he’s getting on his knees and grabbing Haechan’s hands, placing them on the buttons and zipper that act as a bondage for his dick that’s longed to ravage this alluring, whimpering boy the first time he saw him. He wants his cock in Haechan’s face the moment his pretty fingers unfasten and release him. He should turn his baby’s face to the camera so that everyone can see how scared he gets but this moment is between the two of them, or he should say the three of them since his dick acts like it has a mind of its own which is why when Haechan’s shaking hands struggle with the zipper, he pulls his pretty little hands up to his mouth and bites playfully before unzipping and freeing himself.

Johnny wonders if he didn’t have as big a dick and if there wasn’t always some type of size or strength difference, or if they didn’t choose such beautiful victims, if people would pay less. Something about the size or his victims being helpless and pretty really does it for them but none of that matters when he sees Haechan’s eyes go wide, the poor puppy not realizing his mouth also opened wide and it’s the perfect opportunity for Johnny to ram his dick down that pretty throat, which he does without an ounce of hesitation.

The feeling of Haechan choking on his dick and pressing against Johnny’s thighs to stop, scratching as he pushes in deeper, the vibration of his throat as he gags mixed with the pain of Haechan drawing blood through scratches in an effort to secure his ability to breathe. The safety in the knowledge and thrill that shoving his dick into Haechan’s mouth wasn’t a risk at all because he wouldn’t dare bite, because, above all, he worries for that kitten friend of his. It’s always better when they take more than one person, especially when they’re as self-sacrificing as these two seem to be. And Johnny lets him scratch because he happens to be a bit of a masochist himself - although Haechan should be careful with these liberties because he’s not sure who this toy could end up with and if he scratches the wrong person… He really would hate to lose such a delicate flower so quickly. He’ll have to tell him, he thinks, as he prods lightly against the back of his baby’s throat.

“F-fuck baby. You’re taking me so well.” Johnny thrusts into Haechan’s throat and increases his speed, chasing after an orgasm he knows he’ll stop. “Fuck baby, yes, take me like that.” His hand is on the wall now, bracing himself as he forces his length fully into Haechan’s throat, the look on his cute face, the tears streaming down it, makes him harder as he gags and chokes the helpless boy who has resigned to gripping Johnny’s thighs in an unsuccessful bid to slow him down.

With an “Oh fuck. Oh God.” he’s suddenly drawing back, a hand grasped tight around his cock. He can’t come now. He wants to but he’ll get beat beyond recognition if Daddy knows he came without checking to see if they tipped for it. There are always stages to his playtime with his toys. The general playtime/fear. His orgasm. Various things like blowjobs, penetration with an anal plug, dildo, his dick, and even the toy’s orgasm are all paid for. In his free time, he can fuck at will. But when the stream is on, and it’s always on for the first time of each “victim”, he has to receive the tips. One time he forgot about the tipping and it was a bloodbath, literally, because Daddy made him make up for it. Thankfully he has Moderators in the chat and they’ll turn the light green if the goal has been met, which they’ve done, so he continues. He gets to cum tonight and the first place he’s going to cum is down his pretty baby’s throat.

Haechan is laying back, eyes and mouth closed. There’s a mix of dry and wet tears that paint his face and his neck has already started bruising from the hands that were wrapped around it so brutally earlier. Johnny wonders if he could be any more beautiful than in this vulnerable state and muses that, yes, he can and will look more beautiful when he’s milking Johnny dry, bruised neck drinking him in, taking a part of him until all the cells he’s shared have died out. He lets the beauty of the moment soak in like the dry earth soaks up rainwater in a drought. He makes tiny circles around Haechan’s lips with his dick, smearing precum and spit, and then taps once for good measure before Haechan is opening his mouth and letting Johnny in. A decree sculpted out of requirement, a necessity with no other alternative than to let Johnny.

“That’s my good boy.”

He takes as much time as he can, focusing on the feeling of Haechan’s lips around his member, the wetness of his tongue, and the violent way he hiccoughs from overuse and involuntary resistance, sending pulses up Johnny’s length which causes him to grab Haechan’s head and pull him in closer. It can’t be good for Haechan’s neck but his toy can take it. He has to. He has to because Johnny needs the full sensation of stuffing himself into Haechan’s throat, dick coated with a mix of precum and spit.

He’s close, not holding back, and Haechan’s neck is pressed firm against Johnny’s black satin pillow. The color black chosen because it was annoying to always clean out bloodstains, or rather, to have Jaehyun bother him about visible bloodstains. Black also indicates the witness of cum and orgasms and spit, something that gets washed away in lighter colors. And he wants Haechan to see every spot of cum, will make him lick some of them up with his ass in the air, Johnny making him red and mewling into the sheets with every taste.

For now, he fucks himself into Haechan’s mouth, loves that Haechan seems to never run out of tears, and considers coating that pretty face with the mixture of his white seed over tanned skin, making his puppy look at what a filthy whore he is in a mirror as he takes pictures and calls for kitten to come lick it off his face. Instead, he pulls back and cums hard on Haechan’s tongue. He wants him to experience and savor it filling up his mouth. It’s overpowering but he manages a “Don’t spit or swallow puppy” as the remnants of his orgasm course through his body. And Haechan obeys like the good, little puppy he is. He doesn’t spit or swallow. He waits only for Johnny to give him an order which comes after Johnny is straddling his legs again, pulling Haechan up to sit straighter, cum still in his mouth.

“Look at me and swallow.”

The taste is bitter but it’s not too bad, not gross like he imagined it would be. He swallows and shows Johnny his tongue, that it’s all cleaned off. A natural inclination. He has tears in his eyes again and he wonders if they ever left. Yet somehow, and he’s not sure if he should feel ashamed or not, when Johnny ruffles his hair and says “such a good puppy...” when he says Haechan was so good and obedient for him and follows it up with tiny kisses that feel genuine, there’s relief mixed with pride. He guesses after all that, the least he could be shown is tenderness.

He falls asleep next to Johnny without washing his mouth out because Johnny doesn’t let him, doesn’t want Haechan to be fully rid of him just yet. Needs his toy broken in. After he turned off the stream, he washed puppy really well and was pleased when he didn’t fight back. He let himself be cleaned with Johnny’s soap and shampoo. Let himself smell like Johnny’s lotion. Let himself be wrapped up in one of Johnny’s oversized shirts which looks almost like a nightgown on his little body. His new toy didn’t put up a fight when it came to snuggling next to him, glad that it was over and he could finally rest. Haechan went to sleep with a kiss to the forehead and cheek and the tight embrace of Johnny’s larger, more muscular body against his. He thought about how Johnny must have taken it easy on him and hoped whoever had Mark was at least as gentle on him.

Johnny has heard that skin cells renew every seven years. He’s not sure how true this is because he knows certain ones, like nerve cells, are with a person for life. But given that it’s a possibility, a possibility that makes him sick to his stomach when he sees the delicate body underneath him, he considers if he were ever forced to let Haechan go it would take just seven years for the younger to be rid of his touch. It would be like Johnny had never touched him, never shared his fingerprints with Haechan's skin. It wouldn’t matter if Johnny caressed every centimeter of his body because given enough time they would regenerate and wash Haechan clean of him. He holds his sleeping boy closer and curses god or evolution or whoever is responsible for the shedding of cells to make anew.