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➣Starting off strong, Nam Gyu is not against the idea of a cuck chair. Doesn't matter if it's you or him in the chair, watching enviously as you tirelessly fuck someone out. He'd rub his thighs together in a pathetic attempt to relieve himself in any way without misbehaving. If you're the one in the chair, you'd be guiding the two on what to do and how to touch each other.

➣Adores being teased in public. Anything from a rub of the thigh at dinner, or 'accidentally' rocking your hips against his suggestively as you squeeze through the crowd.

➣A guilty pleasure of his is public bathroom stalls. The publicity, accompanied by the immense risk that anybody could walk in at any given moment, knowing he'd have to try his best to be silent for you.

➣Bondage. Need I say more? No. But I will anyways. His favorite way to be tied up is with his hands tightly knotted above his head to the headboard. Completely at your submission, entirely trapped under your control with just enough room to squirm and buck his hips into your hand when he gets impatient.

➣At first, you thought he'd never let you do it, but after some convincing, he agreed to try pegging. Can't handle anything big, or barely even average. Most he can take is 4-5 inches, tightly gripping the sheets with a desperate mewl before you're even halfway in.

➣A fantasy of his, one he'd never admit to you, or anybody for that matter; There have been multiple occasions where Nam Gyu has fucked his hand stupid to the thought of you and one of your friends having your way with him. The thought of the two of you laying him on his back drives him crazy, one of you thrusting into him with a strap while the other goes down on him.

➣More vocal in bed than you would expect. One of the whiniest mfs you'll ever meet. When he starts to get close, his moans gradually become sluttier. Whinier. He chokes out a string of weak moans as his tough demeanor slowly unravels right before your eyes.

➣Pain kink. Slap him, pull his hair, hard. Hell, you could even step on him. But his favorite? Goes hand in hand with the bondage. TIGHTEN those restraints. He wants to see his wrists red raw with the imprints of rope/handcuffs the next morning.

➣Owns a bullet vibrator. Not necessarily for you, but for himself. He bought it online out of sheer curiosity and didn't expect to like how it felt as much as he did. Even just gently coasting the small toy up and down his length is enough to have his whole body shaking and his thighs clenching weakly.

➣Loves sending nudes/having phone sex. Doesn't matter where, or when. Pictures, videos, even audios. All you have to do is ask, and it's almost a guarantee he will deliver, no matter how busy he is.

➣Sit on his face. Not hover, sit. His hips involuntarily rock upwards into the air, desperate to relieve his now painful arousal in any way he could. If he's been good, touch him, suck him off, do just about anything while he works his tongue. He'll cum in mere seconds.

➣Doesn't take a lot to make him blush, doesn't matter if its embarrassment, anger, pleasure, flattery, anything. He turns red when you even look at him a certain way.

➣Nam Gyu likes blindfolds. Not too often, but sometimes he's in a certain mood where he feels like he needs the surprise, the small cloth draped over his eyes intensifying each and every touch, the agonizing anticipation of knowing that you were about to touch him, but not knowing when, or where is just what he needs. And loves.

➣Surprisingly low stamina. Of course, he adores when you fuck him past his limit as he damn near cries from the sensitivity of it all, but he starts to really get fucked out around 3-4 rounds tops.

➣Dry humping is easily one of his favorites. Easy, quick, convenient, what more could you want? Only downside is the sticky mess Nam Gyu makes in his pants, every single time without fail. It makes him weak in the knees when you make him straddle one of your thighs, planting your hands on his hips and guiding his every move. Gasping, Nam Gyu grips your shoulders for support, steadily rocking his hips to the rhythm you had set for him; The rhythm you had full power over.

➣He has sensitive nipples, almost overly sensitive. Even lightly grazing your hand over his clothed chest is enough to drag a quiet whimper from him. He shifts his weight on his feet needily, hands sliding to the small of your back with a pleading expression plastered across his face.

➣He loves being counted down to his orgasms. The headrush of adrenaline trying his hardest to take deep breaths and hold out just a few more seconds for you. If he cums too early, he'll just have to try again. No breaks. ;)