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The police station was eerie looking so late into the night, most of the lights were off and a great deal of the offices were empty. Only two other people were still in the building with Jeongguk.The man rubbed his eyes and closed the file on the paperwork he had been working on, finally finished after countless days of working on it. He tossed the file into a pile of similar folders. A glance to the digital clock on his desk alerted the police officer that it was well past midnight.He resisted the urge to groan. Another night he wasn’t home to cuddle and hold his husband. Jeongguk sighed and shut down the computer and gathered his completed files. The two other people still at the station, just as tired and haggard looking as him, nodded to Jeongguk as he placed the folders away in a secure location.The drive home was uneventful, the streets empty and thankfully easy to navigate. Pulling into the driveway of a nice little two story house, Jeongguk instantly felt a heavy weight lifted off him.The house was quaint, nothing too fancy with a small front yard and a bigger backyard. Looking at it reminded a groggy Jeongguk what he was working so hard for. Jeongguk grabbed the new uniform assigned to his department from the back seat before trudging into the house.The house was quiet, as it should be. He walked through to the bedroom where his husband was sound asleep. The man was snuggled under the duvet, hair a bird's nest around his head. Cute. Jeongguk placed the new uniform aside and silently stripped down to his boxers.Jeongguk tried to lift the duvet as gently as possible, to not disturb his sleeping husband, but the moment Jeongguk slipped in behind Jimin and rested an arm over his waist, he was waking.“Hmm?” Jimin stirred, reaching down to touch the hand resting on his stomach. “Kookie?”“Its me baby,” Jeongguk pulled the older man flush to him, to wrap himself around and spoon the older. “Sorry I’m late.”“S’okay,” Jimin murmured, squeezing the hand under his own. “Love You."“Love you too,” Jeongguk whispered into the back of Jimin’s neck, lips softly dragging over the skin.It didn’t take long for Jeongguk to fall asleep, lulled by the steady breathing of his husband.The next morning, Jeongguk awoke earlier than Jimin and chose to spend the short time he had to feel and hold the older man.The last few weeks at the station were hectic. The station was short staffed, leaving the rest of the office to pick up the slack. The long hours were wringing him dry, but there had been several job interviews the last few days. Hopefully, some of those people would be hired and he wouldn’t need to work so late.Looking at Jimin now, sleeping so soundly with his hair haloed around him…made Jeongguk’s heart ache. How could anyone expect Jeongguk to stay away from his husband?Jimin was beautiful, always had been (and always would be, especially in Jeongguk's eyes). The man’s face was blemish free and glowing with the sun streaming in through the sheer curtains. His lashes fanned out over his naturally pink cheeks and his pretty lips, so pouty and full, were parted just slightly…possibly enough for Jeongguk to dip a thumb into.Jeongguk stared at Jimin’s mouth for a bit longer, unable to look away. That’s when Jeongguk realized with a start, his cock was pressing into Jimin’s soft ass. Jeongguk moaned, hips jerking forward on their own accord. The motion stirred Jimin, his eyes blinked open slowly.“Ah, Kook,” Jimin sighed, hips pushing back onto his husband’s pelvis on instict. A small moan left his lips at the feel of Jeongguk’s cock pressed hot and rigid against his ass. “You’re hard.”Jeongguk didn’t answer—couldn’t—not with how much blood was flooding to his dick instead of his brain. Jimin wasn’t making it any easier with his next words, voice breathy and excited.“Are you going to fuck me?”“God, Jimin,” Jeongguk groaned, hands tightening around the older’s hips, fingers digging into the soft skin. “Ah, fuck, I always want to fuck you.”“Hmm miss your cock Kookie. Miss feeling you inside.”“Yeah?”“Yes,” Jimin said, and wiggled his ass against Jeongguk. “Kook, please?”“There’s not enough time baby,” Jeongguk could feel the disappointment radiating off Jimin. “I have to leave for work soon.”“Fuck work,” Jimin complained. He tried desperately to rut back onto Jeogguk’s cock, even as the younger held him still by the hips.“I would if I could,” Jeongguk whispered into Jimin’s ear, hand tightening around Jimin’s hip, just to hear him gasp. “Would fuck you all day, on the bed, over the kitchen table, in the shower, on the livingroom floor. God, love the way you look taking my cock. When we’re done, you’d be loose and dripping my cum, I’d spoil you because you deserve it.”A desperate keen slipped from Jimin’s lips at the imagery his husband was creating. God he wanted that, needed that. Right. Now.Jeongguk kissed Jimin’s neck and continued, “Would take my time with you because you deserve it. Thats why anything we do now will be rushed, and not in a good way. We can wait, yeah?”Dispite himself, Jimin melted at those words, he knew deep down Jeongguk was right. Even though he wanted to kick and scream, and maybe crawl onto Jeongguk and just sink down onto his cock, he knew Jeongguk was right. So he settled for pouting. “Fine. Get out the bed before I change my mind.”Jeongguk chuckled, fond of how much like a wet kitten Jimin looked, so putout and annoyed. He quickly kissed Jimin’s nape, a wordless apology and got up to take a shower.The water was hot, soothing his sore muscles and washing the grime of work off. Thankfully, Jeongguk’s erection softened, no longer interested in anything that wasn’t his husband’s tight ass or his pretty dick sucking lips.Once out and toweled off, Jeongguk retrieved his new uniform. Carefully he opened the plastic covering and started to dress. It was all black, from the button up shirt to the slacks. Even the utility belt was black, and it would hold his baton along with other necessities such as pepper spray, keys, hand held radio, etc.Jeongguk walked back to the bedroom and was greeted with the sight of Jimin dressed in only one of Jeongguk’s shirts, the hem barely skimming the bottom of his ass and showcasing those strong dancer’s thighs. He was gathering his own work clothes.Jimin paused, his mouth drying at the sight of his husband.“That’s new,” Jimin commented, looking the younger up and down. He looked good. Really good. Jeongguk, unaware of the hungry stare shrugged. “New uniform.”The police officer walked to a box that held the rest of his uniform accessories. The first item he pulled out was his badge, clipping that into place before anything else. The last was the baton, sleek black and as long as his forearm. By then Jimin was in the shower and Jeongguk went to make a light breakfast for himself and his husband. Jimin joined him shortly, thanking the younger for the bowl of yogurt and cut up fruit.Before leaving, Jeongguk walked up to his husband, an expectant look on his face. Jimin rolled his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips. The smaller man got onto his tip toes and pursed his lips exaggeratedly. Jeongguk swooped down, pressed his lips to Jimin’s and cupped his face with one hand. Warmth bloomed in both their stomachs at the innocent display of affection.“Bye baby,” Jimin mumbled between their kiss. “Have a good day at work.”“You too. See you tonight,” Jeongguk murmured back and pulled back enough to look Jimin in the eye. “I love you.”A blush dusted Jimin’s cheeks, a shy smile crossed his lips and he pressed his cheeks into Jeongguk’s hand. “Love you too.”Reluctantly, the two men pulled away. Jeongguk grabbed his keys, put on his shoes, and got into his car. Jimin waved at him from the window before disappearing to finish getting ready.Jimin watched his class run through a routine with a careful eye. The music played and so far they were hitting the right moves at the precise time. Their faces were on point too, displaying the right emotion as they danced, bringing to life the storyline Jimin created while choreographing the routine.Jimin felt pride, this particular group was the crown jewel of the dance studio. This would be another award winning routine. The song came to an end and all the dancers struck their last poses.Jimin clapped loudly. “That was great! Only a few things you all should watch for.”The students smiled, chests heaving from the intense exercise, and waited patiently for their critiques. It didn't take long, the students eagerly soaked up the information and corrections he had for them.They were the last class Jimin taught in the day. As soon as they filtered out the room, Jimin wasn’t far behind. Although he was stopped midway by Jung Hoseok, a fellow choreographer.“How’s everything going?” the older man asked him."Its fine," Jimin answered and shrugged. "Its the usual work, but my students are working hard and I can't complain. How about you?""More or less the same," Hoseok said before he leaned closer to ask quietly. "How're things with Jeongguk? He still working late?""Is Yoongi?" Jimin asked back lightly."Of course. That man, I'm going to have to pull him out of his studio by his ears," Hoseok huffed and crossed his arms. Jimin smiled, feeling a bit better about the distance between his husband and himself as he listened to his friend. At least he wasn't alone."Yeah same here. Jeongguk is still working late. I'm hoping he gets off early tonight, so we can spend some time together, you know?""I hear you," Hoseok patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Well I have one last class to teach, so we'll catch up later! Maybe set up something with Joon, Jin, and Tae."“That would be nice. We haven't all hung out in a long time. Text the group chat and maybe we'll figure out a date and time! I better get going now too. Bye!” Jimin waved at his fellow instructor before he walked out the building and toward the bus stop a street up.Depending on his mood Jimin would either take the bus or walk home. Today felt like a bus day. He plugged in his ear phones and listened to music as he waited, letting the melodies and instruments take him away during his wait and the drive to his neighbourhood.The house was empty as usual, Jimin always got home first even before the extra hours Jeongguk had to pull at the station.Jimin kicked off his shoes, tossed his duffle bag aside, and went to the bedroom to change into a pair of joggers and a thin t-shirt. Before relaxing completely, Jimin wondered into the kitchen to cook dinner. As he gathered all the ingredients to make a decent meal, Jimin thought back to when dinner use to be a bonding time.Jimin would read the directions as Jeongguk prepared the ingredients. Then while Jimin cooked, Jeongguk stayed close by to hand him what he needed. Sometimes they’d get distracted especially if Jeongguk was feeling affection deprived, coming up behind Jimin to wraps his arms loosely around Jimin’s waist and rested his chin on Jimin’s shoulder to watch him cook. A small smile graced Jimin’s lips at the memory.Hopefully, the police station would hire more people so he could get his husband back. Just as Jimin was going to dish out the food, a ping from his phone alerted him to a text message. He wiped his hands on a dish rag, and opened the message. Kookie🐾: Will be late again:( sorry.While he was expecting the text, a sense of dread washed over him. Jimin understood sometimes adulting meant sacrifices had to be made, but it didn’t make the longing any easier. Jimin typed out a response. Kookie🐾: Will be late again:( sorry. Me: Okay bby see you when you get home:(Before setting the phone down, another text rolled in, one that brought a genuine smile to Jimin’s face. Kookie🐾: I love you.Dinner was a short affair, Jimin was not feeling up to eating suddenly. He wrapped up most of it and stored it in the fridge for later. Even if he hated doing the dishes alone, Jimin washed them. If only to waste time and keep his mind off the loneliness.Afterward, Jimin decided a shower was in order. He pulled one of Jeongguk’s shirts out of the closet and a clean pair of boxers.Alone in the shower, Jimin sang a song softly, a little speaker was playing some bubble gum pop music on the sink counter. The song faded out and changed into something sensual and dark. The singer’s voice was a rich husky tone, matched by the thrum of the musical instruments, the lyrics were toeing the line of obscene. The atmosphere changed, the water on Jimin's skin felt too hot and his skin felt too sensitive.Jimin’s eyes closed, he stood under the showerhead with water cascading down the dips and curves of his body, making the phantom feel of hands stroking along his skin all too real. He bit his lower lip—the thought of touching himself insistent, pushing to the forefront of his mind. He could do it, run his hands down his chest, slippery and wet, to his cock. It wouldn’t take much, maybe just a couple strokes and a thumb over his slit. Jimin's hands twitched and he nearly whimpered.There was only one problem.Jeongguk.Jimin gasped and immediately removed his hands from his body and shut off the water. He stood breathing hard, arousal slowly slipping away. No. Jimin couldn’t touch himself. It was one of The Rules.Jimin got out the shower and toweled off, slipping into a new pair of boxers and his husband’s shirt with shaky hands and a lingering fire in his stomach.It was a little sad, but Jimin pulled the collar up to his nose, breathing in the warm slightly spicy scent that belonged to only his husband. It helped to calm his racing heart. Looking at his reflection of the mirror—body drowning in the shirt practically hanging off his frame, cheeks pink, hair damp, and shirt held up to his nose—Jimin knew it was a sight that would drive Jeongguk absolutely wild. His cock gave a small twitch at the thought of his husband fucking him on the bathroom's tilted floor or bending him over the porcelain counter—fucking him until he was limp and sore in all the right place.Jimin wondered if he should take a picture and send it to Jeongguk, show his husband what he was missing at home. He hadn’t teased the younger in a while, but decided against it. Jeongguk already hated having to work late, no use in making it more unbearable.The sun was setting at that point, and the bed was calling out for Jimin. The sheets and blankets a warm haven. He walked over to the king sized bed and flopped ungracefully onto it.Jimin sighed, rolled over on the bed to snuggle a pillow to his chest. His hands, restless, twisted his wedding band around his ring finger. He really missed Jeongguk. This huge bed and no one to share it with. It made him miss the closeness of being tangled with his husband in their bed, sharing each other’s warmth and love. The man sighed and stopped twisting the ring.Jimin hugged the pillow tighter instead, pulling his legs to his chest to roll himself into a ball. Try as he might to not think about it, he also missed the sex. Missed the slow build of kisses and light touches that soon turn heady and wanton. Jimin gasped, once again ensnared in vivid images of lovemaking and fucking. His cock twitched and Jimin whimpered. Not again. Not when he can’t do anything to relive the pent up energy.There was a rule, a new dynamic both men recently began to indulge in. Jimin wasn't allowed to touch himself, not unless Jeongguk told him to or gave him permission. As it stood Jeongguk wouldn’t be home until very late and Jimin doubted the younger would let him have fun alone after the long unexpected wait neither had actually anticipated.But...What Jeongguk didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him…and Jimin was so, so needy.Almost guiltily, Jimin shimmied out of his clothes, tossing them off to the side of the bed. Once fully naked, the man slipped a hand down his body, caressing his soft skin with feather light touches.“Ah,” he moaned softly, eyes slipping closed to drown himself in a fantasy. He imagined it was Jeongguk’s hand on him, so warm and big. He traced over a nipple, circling the nub until it firmed up. He licked his fingers before rolling the nipple between them, imitating the feel of Jeongguk’s lips on them. Loved seeing his husband mouthing and sucking on his nipples until they were red and swollen and sensitive to the touch.Jimin moaned, arching up into his own hand. His cock was hardening quickly, fattening up on his lower stomach faster than ever before. He repeated the action on his other nipple, head tossed to the side, panting hotly into the pillow as the pleasure warmed his body.When the buds were too sore to play with anymore, Jimin’s hand slipped lower, stopping only when it bumped into his hard cock. His whole body jolted, hyper sensitive from how long its been since his cock has felt any direct stimulation. “Ah!"It was so hard and hot to the touch, the tip already wet with his own precum. With a shaky hand, Jimin grapsed his cock in a loose fist, the length responded eagerly. Jimin jerked in his own hold, gasping at how good it felt, a slight thrill was added because he knew he shouldn’t be doing this.For once Jeongguk was finally able to clock out at a reasonable hour. There was a skip to his step, and he whistled a tune under his breath. A few of his coworkers glared at him, still hunched over their desks with so much paperwork left to fill out and file.Pulling up into the driveway, Jeongguk wondered if he should have brought a bouquet of flowers or take out. While it wasn’t too late in the night to return, it still wasn’t a reasonable hour to be home. He just hoped Jimin wouldn’t be too angry. Jeongguk parked his car and walked to the house, keys in hand.The house was quite tidy when he entered, but no one was in sight. Jimin’s shoes were by the door and his house keys were hung up where they should be. He should be home. Jeongguk kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bedroom, pausing briefly only when he heard a small moan.The sound lead him to toward the bedroom. The bedroom door was wide open, the warm glow of the lights spilled out into the hallway. Jeongguk walked over quietly, the moaning that much louder the closer he got. He was not prepared for the sight that greeted him.“Ah, ah, ahhmm,” Jimin moaned so pretty around his own fingers as he played with his pretty little cock. Jeongguk leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and jaw clenched, even as arousal pooled behind his navel. No doubt the sight was sexy and erotic, his husband writhing on the bed using only his hands, but he was also breaking the rules. Just as Jimin’s small fingers went to brush over his hole, Jeongguk cleared his throat. The hands stopped immediately, and Jimin’s eyes shot open.“Jeongguk!” Jimin scrambled to cover himself, blushing violently at being caught. Jeongguk raised a brow. “What are you doing Jimin?”“I’m sorry,” Jimin said, pulling the duvet around his body tighter.“That’s not what I asked.”Jimin bit his lower lip, and couldn't find it in himself to lie, “I-I was…touching myself.”“You were. Didn’t we agree, you’re not allowed to do that anymore. Not without my explicit permission.”Jimin nodded his head and tried to explain, “I know. I know. I just was so lonely and needy.”Jeongguk’s eyes widened, and he walked toward Jimin, sitting down beside his husband. In a much softer tone he said. “Jimin, I hope you know I’m not doing it on purpose. I want to be here with you. I miss coming home and eating dinner together and watching cheesy dramas and hearing about your day.”“I know,” Jimin shuffled closer and rested his forehead against Jeongguk’s. “I know. And I’m so glad you’re here right now.”"As I am," Jeongguk stroked the side of Jimin's face and offered the smaller man a smile. Although, he was still a little upset with his his husband for breaking a rule. Jimin's eyes closed for a second, and he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry too."“You think you’re up for your punishment?”A spark of arousal shot up Jimin’s spine and he couldn’t hold back his breathy, “Yes. Please. Wanna feel your hands on me.”“You remember your safe word?”“Mango.”“Okay. Remember,” Jeongguk said before he leaned forward and gave Jimin a sweet chaste kiss. “I love you.”“Love you too Kookie,” Jimin said back before his eyes turned playful and he said cutely. “Now wreck your slut.”Jeongguk returned the look, fondness spread across his face and it warmed Jimin to the core."Hmm that what you want baby? Need me to pushish you, put you in your place?" Jeongguk stroked under Jimin's jaw and down his neck, his thumb pressed onto the delicate skin above his jugular vein but only for a second. Jimin gasped, cock twitching at the small show of dominance, and leaned into the hand on his neck."Need it, only you can make me good again," Jimin said honestly and that was enough for Jeongguk. The younger man's eyes turned serious and Jimin felt even warmer, anticipating what was to come next.“Turn around,” Jeongguk voice was steady and strong—firm, comanding. "Lay on your stomach.”The older man complied quickly, eager to please. Jeongguk watched his husband do as told, eyes sweeping over Jimin's beautiful body, having missed seeing all the toned muscle and soft skin after so many late nights and early mornings for work. There wasn't a blemish in sight and Jeongguk was absolutely itching to cover his huband in love bites and hand print shaped bruises. Marking Jimin up was always so satisfying—for the both of them.Once Jimin was in position, Jeongguk reached down to his utility belt for something, unhooking the object with a light clink.“Give me your wrists.”Jimin reached behind himself, to make his arms accessible. The younger man grabbed his arms, pulling the wrists close together. The position stretched Jimin's muscles to give a slight burn, "W-what’re you-“Jeongguk tugged on his arms, the burn turning into an ache that quieted Jimin. “Did I say you could talk?”Then something cool was clicking into place around Jimin’s wrists, binding them behind his back. Jimin tugged on the loose restraints and gasped when he realized they were handcuffs.Jeongguk’s police handcuffs.“Since you don’t know how to follow rules, this’ll keep you from touching what’s mine.”A spark of arousal shot up Jimin’s spine, mind focusing on the way Jeongguk claimed his body.Jeongguk, the tease, shuffled up behind him and ran his hands up and down Jimin's thighs. It was unfair how much it turned Jimin on, to feel the heat of another pair of hands on him.“Are you horny?”“Yes.”“Yes, Sir,” Jeongguk corrected, tone reprimanding.“Yes, Sir. I’m horny.”The younger man smoothed his hands down the center of Jimin's back and then between Jimin's ass cheeks, using one hand to push a cheek aside so he could see the pink entrance. With the other hand he presssd a finger over Jimin's hole, the furl of skin twitched under the pad of his finger.“Does this slutty hole want to be fucked?”Jimin squirmed, repressing the urge to whine as he spoke. “Yes, my slutty hole wants to be fucked.”Jeongguk stroked the skin with his finger, mesmerized at how tight it looked. Jimin squirmed under his ministrations, trying to get the digit to penetrate him. It'd been so long, and there was an aching need to be filled to feel the stretch of his walls, but Jeongguk did nothing more than stroke the pink entrance.“Please, Sir," Jimin finally begged, face flushed and hands flexing behind his back. Already he was so worked up, almost shamfully so. He swallowed his pride, "F-finger me.”"What was that?""Sir!" Jimin whined, "Please finger fuck me. Need it so bad Sir."Jimin was ready to beg more, but was stopped short by the sensation of liquid being dripped directly onto his hole. It was shortly followed by Jeongguk's finger massaging it into his rim, slowly and deliberately.Jimin's breath caught, stomach flipping. Jeongguk was finally going to touch him, was going to use his fingers to open Jimin's poor unused hole. Jimin shifted on his knees excitedly."Thats it," Jeongguk praised, adding more lube to help get his husband nice and wet. "Thats it. Going to give my needy slut what he's begging for.""Thank you, Sir, thank you," Jimin whimpered as the other man slowly started to slip the first finger through his hole. It'd been so long. Even the digit only halfway in was making Jimin's toes curl. God, he's missed it so much. "Thank you.""Hmm its not even one finger inside and you're thanking me?" Jeongguk teased, and began to slowly thrust his pointer finger. "Are you that much a slut?""A slut for you," Jimin sighed truthfully, eyes watering at the feel of something finally fucking him. His walls molded around the finger easily after a few trusts, massaging the digit and trying to pull it deeper."My Slut," Jeongguk agreed, his voice fond and with a lit of pride. As a reward, Jeongguk added another finger. It took a bit of prodding, but Jimin's rim did stretch to fit it alongside the other. Jeongguk added a few more fat drops of lube, slicking the slide. It didn't take long before he was scissoring Jimin, opening the older man up for bigger things.Jimin nodded his head, cheek dragging over the soft duvet. It was only two fingers, and he was nearly unraveling—how much more satisfying would it be when Jeongguk finally put his cock into him? The man had a very nice cock, long and girthy with a mushroom like tip and prominent veins on the underside.The shorter man's lips dropped open as he thought of his husband's length, tongue lolling out his lips with the sudden want for Jeongguk to fuck his mouth too. Wanted Jeongguk to fill him with cum on both ends, like the dirty little slut he was.Fuck, he was getting so messy so quickly, more desperate than he'd ever been before.Jeongguk added a third finger and smirked when Jimin's thighs flexed and his shoulders shimmied. He knew Jimin loved it, the fullness of three fingers slowly fucking and loosening him up. The skin stretched across his fingers was becoming pinker and clenched around him.Jimin looked ready to be fucked, ass stretched enough for Jeongguk's cock to slip right in with minimal difficulty....yet Jeongguk added his pinkie, opening Jimin up wider than before, fucking the smaller man on four fingers in total.Jimin gasped, a tiny bit confused. Maybe his husband was just worried about him. It had been weeks since they last had penatrative sex. Maybe he was just making sure Jimin's hole was loose enough for him to enjoy it.It wasn't as if it hurt, if anything it made Jimin even more excited, sighing with every slow drag of Jeongguk's fingers in and out of him. He relaxed into the ache, back arching when Jeongguk spread his fingers or curled them. Could spend hours letting Jeongguk take him apart, could probably cum over and over on just Jeongguk's fingers in his ass.Jeongguk spread his fingers and made a pleased sound at how easily Jimin's rim and hole accommodated the stretch. “Ready for something bigger, Slut?”"Yes! Yes, Sir. My hole is so empty Sir. G-give me something to fill it up."Slowly, the younger removed his lube covered digits, wiped the excess onto the bedsheets. Jimin whined, hole now so unbelievably empty. "Sir?"More lube was drizzled directly onto his rim, slightly cold as it dripped into his hole and down his crack to his balls and dick. Jimin gasped and clenched from the stark coldness on his very hot skin.Then something blunt and rounded was pressed to his hole.It didn’t feel like a cock. It was too smooth, and wasn’t warm like a cock. Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he did his best to relax.“You know what this is?”“No, Sir.”“Come on Slut, take a guess. I’ll even give you a hint.” Jeongguk said and pressed the foreign object against his rim more, the pink entrance kissed the rounded object. “Its from my new uniform.”Jimin tried to think back to what accessories Jeongguk had on before he left for work. The cuffs were already on his hands, the object didn't feel like a radio or pepper spray can and the only other thing he remembered was the....long black baton.Jimin gasped and pushed back on the object. “I-is it the baton, Sir?”“Yes, it is.”That drew out a long wanton moan from the smaller man, his walls clenched up tight at the thought of taking something so long and thick, cock twitching under him. "Oh, Sir. Please. Please."“If you want it, you have to relax,” Jeongguk whispered breath hot against Jimin's ear, voice silky smooth. Jimin moaned, body instantly complying with Jeongguk’s command. The rounded tip pressed beyond the clench of his hole, opening up his passage for the rest of the length. Jimin stared ahead, mind blank as he felt his insides open up for the intrusion.The baton popped in.Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered, and his hands balled in to firsts behind his back. The baton began to sink in. It was so looong. It just felt like it kept going, pulled inside Jimin’s body because his hole needed it, craved it.“Oh, god,” Jimin whimpered, thighs trembling, his insides speared apart so deliously by every inch of the firm object.Behind him Jeongguk was in awe, watching the hard plastic get shorter and shorter as Jimin’s ass swallowed it up, rim stretched taught over the circumference. “Beautiful.”“S-sir,” Jimin moaned, hips rolling slightly as he grew accustomed to the length and thickness. “Sir! Its so deep. Ah, ah—"SmackJimin jerked, a sharp sting traveling down his nerves. Jeongguk spanked him. Warmth bloomed on his ass where the impact landed. He gasped, momentarially rendered silent before the loudest moan yet bubbled out his mouth. He pushed his ass out, waiting for the next slap, moaning and shaking his ass to bring Jeongguk's attention to it. It worked, the younger's palm rained down on his pale buttocks.“More, Sir. More, more, more,” Jimin babbled between every smack. Jeongguk did not hold back, his palm connected to Jimin’s skin again and again, crackling loudly every time. Jimin cried out, cute little whimpers of pleasure pain with every hit.“Does that feel good Slut? Like being punished for being so dirty? Your hole is probably so lose to let something like this,” Jeongguk tapped the baton, resulting in a choked moan from Jimin, “inside you.”Jeongguk grabbed his baton, pulled the object out of Jimin halfway before he pushed it back in. Jimin keened, his legs slipped apart wider. The baton was reaching so far inside him.“Can't even keep your legs closed. But what should I have expected of a slut.""Sir." the word was nothing more than a breathless sigh of agreement. A shiver traveled down Jeongguk's spine and his cock pressed into his unforgiving slacks even harder."The prettiest slut," Jeongguk continued, his hand flicked the end of the baton several quick times. Each jostle vibrated through Jimin and he arched further, hands fisting tighter from the unexpected sensation. "My pretty Slut.""Yes Sir," Jimin whined, "I'm your Slut. I belong to Sir.""Then why were you touching what was mine? Huh?"He landed another smack onto the red buttocks, startling Jimin because it was still throbbing from the previous spanks."I'm sorry Sir," Jimin moaned, ass grinding back against the warm palm rubbing into his sore flesh. "I'll be good now. Won't touch myself anymore, not unless Sir says I can.""That's what I want to hear," Jeongguk cooed. Jimin's rim squeezed around the baton at the praise, making the black plastic wiggle a little. The action caught Jeongguk's eyes and he wrapped a hand around the end, tugged it out to the tip and fucked it back in to about halfway."Oh god!" Jimin cried, ass so full as Jeongguk began to fuck him with the baton, rocking his body over the sheets. "Oh god, Sir!""Fuck, you take it easily—ass so greedy, ready and waiting for anything to fuck it."Jimin moaned into the bed, panting with every gentle shove Jeongguk used to impale him. His cock was hard, curved to his tummy and leaking precum onto the bed. He could cum untouched like this.The slow thrusts lulled him into a gentle haze, the baton fucking him so deep over and over. His hands behind his back twitched and clenched, unable to do anything else in the vulnerable position."Yes, Slut. Take it. Your hole was made to be fucked wasn't it?" Jeogguk petted down Jimin's thigh with his free hand and his voice was soft dispite his vulgar words. "That's all you're good for isn't it?""Sir," Jimin whimpered, but he didn't deny the words. Instead his cock twitched and he pushed back onto the baton, slowly fucking himself on the shiny black rod. His pink rim dragged along the shaft, a stark contrast to intense black.Soon, Jeongguk didn't have to move the baton at all. Jimin was doing all the work himself, rolling his hips to pull and push back onto the rod, mewling all the while. Jeongguk licked his lips, cock aching to be buried inside his husband the way the baton was, giving his husband the dicking he was so obviously gagging for.The burning desire along with a wanton moan from Jimin was the last straw for Jeongguk. Slowly, he removed the baton. Jimin’s rim flutter around it, almost unwilling to let it go.It came free with a pop and Jeongguk dropped it onto the floor to spread Jimin’s fat ass apart to stare at his gaping hole.“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking a thumb over the gape, just to hear Jimin whine and watch him try to clench. “You’re so loose, Slut.”“’m empty,” Jimin sniveled, voice wet and wobbly. He was so close, balls heavy and tight with no way of release now that the simulation was gone.“So what? Shouldn’t you be use to it?”“Want your cock, Sir,” Jimin whined and repeated. "I'm so empty."“You’re still not satisfied huh?” Jimin shook his head and tried to spread his legs wider, hoping to entice the younger. It exposed more of his gaping rim, the pink flutter begging for something to fill the emptiness.“Fuck, that’s pretty.”Inwardly, the compliment had Jimin preening. Jeongguk’s hands were stroking up and down his thighs, almost tickling Jimin. It was nice, sort of soothing, but Jimin wanted more.“Sir?”“Yes, Slut?”“Can you,” Jimin breathed in shakily. “Please put your cock in me, Sir?”A finger traced Jimin’s rim, “You want me here, in this gaping hole?”Jimin blushed. “Yes. Sir.”“You haven’t had enough?”“No, Sir.”“Hmm well what should have I expected of a dirty slut," Jeongguk said and kissed the tips of Jimin's bound hands. He pulled away completely to Jimin's dismay, the older looked over his shoulder to see what his husband was up to.The other man stood to the side of the bed, his hands worked nimbly over the buttons and buckles of his uniform. The utility belt fell first, thunking heavily to the floor. Then it was the shirt. It revealed the broad and firm chest of the officer.Jeongguk, as part of his job stayed quite fit—pectorials, arms, and abs all chiseled. Then it was the slacks. Jeongguk shoved those and his boxers off, his big cock out for Jimin to oogle. His hole clenched up when he realized that would be inside him, finally.Lastly Jeongguk pulled off his socks and then climbed back onto the bed. One hand went to his cock, stroking the hard length to smear the precum beaded at the tip down onto his shaft. Jimin couldn't stop staring at it, aching so bad to have it inside."I'd ask if you were ready, but seeing how loose and sloppy you are right now," Jeongguk pressed three fingers against Jimin's rim and watched them slip inside like nothing. "I don't think I need to.""No, Sir. I'm ready for you. Been waiting for your cock all evening."That stroked Jeongguk's ego and he shuffled behind his husband, using one hand to push one still pink ass cheek to the side and the other holding his cock. He teased the older, rubbing his wet cock head around and over Jimin’s puffy rim.Jimin moaned, the soft spongy head spread precum all over and even dipped slightly into his hole. His hands fisted tightly behind his back. Almost there. He held his breath.Then finally, finally, Jeongguk pressed his cock into Jimin, the head sinking easily into Jimin’s hole. The rim fluttered around his cock, eager to suck it in and fill the empty space left behind from the baton.“Ohhh fuck,” Jimin whined, toes curling as Jeongguk spread him open wide. He wasn’t as long as the baton but he was thicker, stretching Jimin in a different way. “Sir!”“Fuck,” Jeongguk groaned, cock enveloped in tight wet heat. Even hotter was Jimin, trembling under him, moaning. “Fuck.”“Move, move, move,” Jimin begged, overwhelmed. He needed Jeongguk to fuck him, waited so long for his husband to fuck him."You don't make demands," Jeongguk sneered, holding Jimin's hips more firmly—keeping the smaller man still. Jimin whimpered, nails digging into his own palms. He tried to move, to roll his hips, but Jeongguk held him firmly in place."I'm s-sorry, Sir," Jimin whined, defeated. "I'm sorry. Please move, Sir. Please.""Convince me better," Jeongguk drawled, fingers digging into Jimin's soft skin. Jimin blushed, he knew what the other man wanted."Sir," Jimin whined, tossing all shame out the window, and begged, "Please fuck my cunt.""Ask me again.""Sir, please fuck my loose cunt. Only Sir can make me feel it feel so good, make me cum with only your cock."Jeongguk purred, and before Jimin could take another breath, he was pulling out and thrusting back in. Their skin slapped together loudly, and the slide was so wet Jeongguk didn't need to add anymore lube."Missed this heat," Jeongguk said and fucked in harder, sliding Jimin up the sheets so they bunched under his knees and shoulders. "Even after the baton, it can't seem to get enough. Or did you just miss my cock that much?""Sir!" Jimin cried, eyes rolling back with every hard thrust into his body. Jeongguk cock was relentless, drilling inside him with abandon. The pace knocked the air from his lungs in time with the crack of skin on skin.Little gasps were all Jimin could manage, pleasure racing through every nerve ending. He was drowning in pleasure, the heat swirling behind his navel. It was unlikey he would last much longer. He arched his back and wiggled his fingers for attention.The glint of the wedding band made Jeongguk smile, and he slid a hand between Jimin's. The older man gripped it hard, keening from how much closer he felt to his husband from that simple touch. The cock inside him brushed against his prostate, already so swollen from the prolonged stimulation and the long time since he was allowed to orgasm."Hah!" Jimin moaned, "Sir, Sir I-I'm going to cum!"Jeongguk leaned down and nosed at Jimin's left ear, whispering lowly as he thrust in sharp little jerks of his hips. It dragged his cock over the smaller man's prostate. "Then cum Slut, cum with out me even touching your pathetic cock."Jimin cried out, his hands squeezed around his husband's.The orgasm felt like sky diving, free falling and unsure of where up or down was. All Jimin knew was his pounding heart and the adrenaline heightening all his senses.Jeongguk's hips didn't stop, consumed in the choked moans dripping from Jimin's lips and the tight clench of his hole around his cock."Sir," Jimin whined, skin tingling wherever it touched Jeongguk. The younger man leaned down farther, turning his head to lay his lips over Jimin's. His husband was too fucked out to properly kiss him back, but just feeling the lush pout on his lips—and small pants and whimpers is enough. He swallowed every sound and tangled his tongue with Jimin's. It was messy, spit glossed their lips."Fuck," Jeongguk moaned and went back to stealing all the air out of Jimin's lungs. His thrusts became frantic, and his balls slapped against Jimin's ass. He didn't have time to warn Jimin before he came."Thank you," Jimin bleeted, his voice slurred. "Thank you, Sir. Oh god. Thank you."Tiredly Jeongguk squeezed Jimin's hands. He stayed glued to Jimin by their sweat sticky skin. It took a few minutes before Jeongguk was able to gain control of his limbs again. Although before pulling away he kissed down Jimin's back. It helped to ease the slide of his cock out of his husband, for the both of them.“Shh," Jeongguk soothed when Jimin squirmed, letting the older squeeze his hand to keep at least one point of connection. "I'm right here."That settled the other man a little, he relaxed against the bed."Can you do one last thing for me," Jeongguk asked a moment later, using his unoccupied hand to pet down Jimin's side."Of course Sir," Jimin sighed, "Anything for you."Instead of answering right away, Jeongguk carassed the round backside in his line of sight. Jimin opened his mouth to question what his husband may have wanted, but then Jeongguk pushed one cheek aside. Oh. Jimin cheeks burned."Let me see what you were able to hold," Jeongguk voice was gentle and his thumb barely touched the puffy rim, covered in a mix of lube and cum. The touch is light, yet with how sensitive Jimin was there...its still intense.Too weak to resist, Jimin pushed, whining as his hole opened up and he could feel the cum Jeongguk had given move around inside him.Jeongguk’s cum, milky white, leaked out of his hole. The substance was thick, slowly rolling down his crack to his balls before falling onto the bedsheets below.“That’s it,” Jeongguk cooed, watching as his essence dripped out of Jimin. His cock gave a weak twitch of interest. "Push it all out.""Yes, Sir."A shudder racked Jimin's body and he took a deep breath before clenching and pushing out even more cum. His stomach flip flopped but the satisfied groan Jeongguk was making behind him was just as good as any verbal praise."I-I think thats it, Sir," Jimin said when he felt empty all over again. It bothered him a bit, but his brain and reason was coming back. A puddle of cum and lube laid soaking into the sheets below him."Fuck, that was so hot."Despite how tired and sore he felt, Jimin chuckled. Jeongguk stayed with him for a few more minutes before he got off the bed to grab the keys to the handcuffs. They came off and Jimin's arms fell to the bed and so did the rest of his body. Jeongguk climbed back on and massaged the older, dotting kisses up and down his body as he loosened any taught muscles."Do you feel better Jimin? Good enough for a bath?" Jeongguk asked half an hour later. The older blinked a few times, a little lost because he had nearly fallen asleep. Jimin yawned and nodded."I'm going to go start the water now then. You'll be fine by yourself for a few minutes right Jimin?""Yeah," Jimin rolled over onto his back and pushed his sweaty hair away from his face. He looked up into his husband's fond gaze. "Its fine."So Jeongguk got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. Jimin stretched out on the bed, a bit sore but feeling so light and happy, almost giddy and giggly. Ah, he really was some sort of nympho or maybe a sex demon with how charged he suddenly felt after having his ass pounded into the next century. He laughed quietly to himself, eye growing heavy once more.Suddenly, Jimin was gathered up into a strong pair of arms. Jeongguk kissed his temple and carried him into the bathroom. The tub was filled with steaming water and some pink bubbles. Jeongguk lowered him down into the very warm and sweet smelling water. He blinked slowly, before another body joined him, sitting behind Jimin.“How're you feeling?""Utterly fucked," Jimin answered and leaned back onto Jeongguk's chest. "Like holy fuck Jeongguk!"The younger man chuckled and grabbed a soft mesh loofa, already full of suds from a creamy body wash. He ran the loofa over Jimin's chest covering his skin in white foam."I may need to break the rules more often," Jimin teased. Jeongguk's hand stopped scrubbing and he plucked the nipple closest to his hand. Jimin squeaked, jumping at the spike of pain in his chest. He batted away Jeongguk's hand. "Hey!""That's not how it works, you brat."Jimin sputters and turns around to face his husband. "You're younger than me, you're the brat!"Jeongguk took the oppertunity and kissed over Jimin's face-eyes, nose, cheeks, lips. The older somehow kept his scowl in place. “Are you sure?""Jeongguk!"Jeongguk leaned forward and giggled into Jimin's neck. Sometimes the older made it way too easy to rile him up. Jimim huffed but stroked Jeongguk's hair anyway. They basked in each other's presence.The younger grabbed Jimin's hand with the wedding band and kissed the center of the palm later after getting out the bath. Jimin was surprised and cocked his head to the side, "Hmm?""In all seriousness. You took your pushishmemt so good today. You did an amazing job."Jimin smiled to himself, "Oh. Thank you. You took really good care of me too.""Always," Jeongguk said and kissed the wedding band. Jimin shivered, feeling so loved and warm as his husband lead him back to the bedroom.In the following days, the police station Jeongguk worked at got a few new hires. The few additional people made all the difference between coming home in the middle of the night and clocking out at a reasonable hour.Jimin heard foot steps approach him before a sturdy pair of arms wrapped around his waist."What're we making for dinner?" Jeongguk asked, his chin on Jimin's shoulder as the older man flipped through a cook book. "Please let it have a lot of meat."Jimin rolled his eyes but leaned back against his husband. "We had a dish full of meat yesterday. Lets do something with more veggies like bibimbap. My bunny needs his greens.""Jimin," Jeongguk pouted and snuggled closer. "Meat.""No.""Baby, give me meat and I'll give you a treat later," Jeongguk said and pulled Jimin's ass against his crotch. The older gasped and was easily swayed.It was nice to finally have his husband home.