The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-6

The heavy door slammed shut with a dull thud, locking Beomgyu inside with him. The master bedroom was enormous dark velvet curtains drawn over tall windows, golden lamps casting shadows that stretched like claws across the walls. The air smelled of whiskey and expensive cologne.

Yeonjun dropped Beomgyu onto the mattress with no care, his small frame bouncing against the silk sheets. Beomgyu scrambled back, pressing himself against the headboard like a cornered animal, chest heaving. His big eyes shimmered with fear, hair messy from being dragged around.

Yeonjun stood at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, watching him. His tie hung loose, shirt half undone, belt slightly askew. He looked dangerous in the dim light sharp jaw, eyes gleaming with something dark, lips twisted into the cruel smirk of someone who knew he owned everything in the room.

“sweetheart,” Yeonjun’s voice was low, hoarse from the alcohol, but steady. “do you know why you are here.” He chuckled, deep and mocking, running a hand through his hair before leaning down slightly. “Want me to explain it to you, baby?”

Beomgyu bit his lip, shaking his head faintly, but Yeonjun climbed onto the bed anyway, slow and deliberate, like a predator cornering prey. The mattress dipped under his weight, the silk sheets shifting as he crawled closer until his body caged Beomgyu completely.

“Answer me,” Yeonjun demanded, grabbing Beomgyu’s chin between two fingers and tilting his head up. His touch wasn’t gentle it was possessive, claiming. “You want me to explain why you’re here?”

Beomgyu’s voice cracked. “Y-yes, sir…”

“That’s better.” Yeonjun’s lips brushed his ear as he spoke, words dripping like poison. “You’re here because you’re going to be fucked so hard that you won't be able to walk for days or even weeks.”

His hand slid down from Beomgyu’s jaw to his throat, resting there  squeezing, reminding him of the strength. Beomgyu’s heart pounded so loud he swore Yeonjun could feel it.

“my doll,” Yeonjun whispered, almost amused. His thumb rubbed slowly along Beomgyu’s throat, like he was testing the tremble. “God, I fucking love that.”

Beomgyu let out a small whimper, his lips parting, but Yeonjun leaned closer until their noses  brushed. He kissed him hungrily watching the panic and confusion swirl in those soft brown eyes.

“are you hungry ?” Yeonjun asked suddenly, his tone deceptively calm.

Beomgyu blinked, startled, nodding quickly. “Y-yes, sir…”

Yeonjun smirked, brushing his thumb across Beomgyu’s bottom lip, pressing slightly. “Good. Because I’m starving too… but not for food.”

Beomgyu’s breath hitched. Tears welled in his eyes as Yeonjun pulled back just slightly, smirking at the sight of him trembling under the weight of his presence. He looked down at him like a king admiring a possession, not a person.

“Take off that shirt,” Yeonjun ordered, voice sharp, final. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Beomgyu froze, hands trembling as they moved toward the hem of his shirt. His eyes flickered up to Yeonjun’s, searching for mercy, but found none only fire, dominance, and hunger,lust hidden behind the lazy smirk.

As Beomgyu peeled the fabric away, exposing pale, fragile skin to the cool air, Yeonjun’s eyes darkened further. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms, watching like a man savoring a show he owned the rights to.

“Good boy,” Yeonjun muttered, low and raspy.

He crawled closer again, pressing Beomgyu down into the silk sheets with one hand flat against his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat under his palm. His voice dropped to a whisper, dripping with cruelty and softness all at once.

“Now let’s see how much you can handle.”

get up." the black haired pointed the room with his head, a serious expression on his face. the younger did as said, slowly standing up in front of the other, who grabbed his face and smirked. "on your all fours."

Beomgyu got on his all four's, looking ahead ,biting his lips, anticipating what would happen. the older tilted his head slapping the younger's ass harshly making the younger moan.

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